zilvis89

Non Lucid

I wake up in my bed , my mother tells me that we are going to a funeral.I go into a hall ant there are a lot of my classmates.Next thing i remember is walking along the street with my guitar on.I play a few licks , i get to the school i studied in and there is a grass field , there are many apple trees ,with lots of red apples on the ground, though some are covered with dirt.I sit down on the grass.There are students playing and chatting.Some 1st grader grabs an apple and starts pushing it into my face , i ask him what the hell he was doing.I turn around and see my brother's classmates ,one of them asks me to show him my guitar.I turn my eyes from him and back to him , it's not him anymore , it's some mexican guy.He says "Damn! These ones are rare!".The next thing i see is , that the guitar has turned into an electric guitar's effects pedal , He put it in some kind of device and it changed color.He says "I'm upgrading it".Later the pedal changes into a phone.I hear a call and check who's calling , it says "Mum" , i pick up and there is someone speaking mexican i guess...I look again at the screen again and it has some mexican surname or name written and "Mum" in front of it, turns out it's his mother calling lol..I give the guy the phone and as him why the hell is his mother calling me??.I wake up