Es la hora de las cinco del viernes y Friday Five, y no quiero responder ninguno…. as\u00ed que d\u00e9mosle al af\u00e1n.<\/p>\n
1) \u00bfCuando sue\u00f1as, puedes acordarte perfectamente de lo que has so\u00f1ado?<\/strong> 2) \u00bfAlguna pesadilla recurrente?<\/strong> 3) \u00bfSue\u00f1as en blanco y negro o en color?<\/strong> 4) \u00bfTu sue\u00f1o m\u00e1s divertido\/agradable?<\/strong> 5) \u00bfSi te despiertas a mitad de un sue\u00f1o agradable, eres capaz de vovler a dormirte y obligarte a seguir so\u00f1ando con la misma historia?<\/strong> Ahora, Friday Five:<\/em><\/p>\n 1. Do you remember your first best friend? Who was it?<\/strong> 2. Are you still in touch with this person?<\/strong> 3. Do you have a current close friend?<\/strong> 4. How did you become friends with this person?<\/strong> 5. Is there a friend from your past that you wish you were still in contact with? Why?<\/strong> That’s it. Friday Five, done. I’m feeling full of energy and I don’t know why!!! Es la hora de las cinco del viernes y Friday Five, y no quiero responder ninguno…. as\u00ed que d\u00e9mosle al af\u00e1n. 1) \u00bfCuando sue\u00f1as, puedes acordarte perfectamente de lo que has so\u00f1ado? Claro, much\u00edsimas veces. 2) \u00bfAlguna pesadilla recurrente? Ten\u00eda pesadillas en Dubuque, pero ya no. Volv\u00ed a tener sue\u00f1os rar\u00edsimos y geniales. Tuve una […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=67"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=67"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=67"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=67"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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Claro, much\u00edsimas veces.<\/p>\n
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Ten\u00eda pesadillas en Dubuque, pero ya no. Volv\u00ed a tener sue\u00f1os rar\u00edsimos y geniales. Tuve una \u00e9poca en la que so\u00f1aba muy seguido que mor\u00eda de un tiro en la cabeza. Recuerdo especialmente aquella pesadilla en la que yo era una disidente de alg\u00fan estado y me llevaban en helic\u00f3ptero a la c\u00e1rcel. Yo intentaba fugarme frente a la c\u00e1rcel, entonces la guardia (era mujer) me disparaba en la espalda y luego se acercaba a rematarme en la cabeza. Yo sent\u00eda los disparos y todo.<\/p>\n
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\u00a1A tooooodo color!<\/p>\n
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Siempre hay uno nuevo, loqu\u00edsimo y agradable (bueno, no siempre es tan agradable). No tengo un favorito.<\/p>\n
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No, definitivamente no. Tengo que tener demasiado sue\u00f1o, abrir los ojos accidentalmente, y volver a dormir. Sin embargo, cuando eso sucede el sue\u00f1o toma un giro inesperado.<\/p>\n
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My first best friend was called Soly Alvarez. I met her in kindergarten. We were very very very good friends, we composed songs together and all. In fourth grade they split us up, which damaged the relationship very much. Things would never be the same after that. <\/p>\n
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Not at all. I heard her say scornfully once that we were like girlfriends (yeah, like girls in love). I was totally hurt by that comment. Then she left for Qatar because her father was transferred. Now she studies in some \u00fcber-fancy university in the US, I guess.<\/p>\n
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I have Lynn, Mare, and Pepin (their actual names are Lina, Maria, and Sandra). I think they’re going to be my lifetime friends, or at least I hope so. There’s also Ippo, Nails, and Dimanche (Adriana, Naila, and Carolina), but I don’t see them that often. I must remark that in Dubuque I had Minori, Kotaro, and Andrea. I still keep in touch with all of them.<\/p>\n
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Lynn used to stick with Pepin in eighth grade. I was alone. Then, one day, I was walking all alone and Pepin pulled my arm and made me walk with them. That’s how we became a group. It was that simple! Mare came just a bit later, she was sticking with Nails, and… I don’t know, we were all talking to each other and all… and well, Lynn, Mare, and Pepin remained… (by the way, I gave Pepin her nickname just today! she didn’t have one till now) There was also Val (Valeria), but she disappeared. I don’t know, she’s studying, she’s impossible to locate, oh well… Long life to my friends!<\/p>\n
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I wish Val were closer than she actually is. I wish she didn’t think we’re fans, but friends. I wish she thought just a little bit less about boys and just a little bit more about us. But I can’t change her psyche. I also wish Soly hadn’t said what she said about our old friendship. However, there is no chance we could still stick together since we became so different when we grew up.<\/p>\n
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