Notas da madrugada

I remember having this dream in which I had a pig as a pet. And I also had a friend, and it felt like the first time in my life I had a friend: someone nice, sincere, simple and understanding of the fact that I was going to hockey games uphill and make money by sleeping with old men from Eastern Europe. He even suggested me that, and he felt sort of like a brother or father. We went back home from the bakery in this pleasantest manner, running, which I'd started 1 block and a half away from home. He was actually better at it but I did not mind: he was more experienced in everything. As we got home, my pig saw Gabi's dog through the gate and tried to get in as she opened it. I knew it was safe because both pets were friends already, but Gabi was scared and tried to force the gate against my pig's neck, and I knew she would probably end up dead. We shouted, my friend and I, for her to stop, saying it was safe, but she would not listen. I was running to stop her when I woke
up sweaty and nervous.