Sentado frente a una taza de café excesivamente caliente, Don Fernando recordaba los Gloriosos años de su juventud. Ya saben, en la secundaria es como una guerra sin cuartel. El proceso de selección para encontrar a la chica que te acompañará el resto de tu vida empieza. Por supuesto que ellas también están en lo mismo. Buscan al que tenga mejores atributos físicos, dinero o un buen plan de vida y si están de suerte, que sea guapo. Pero en caso de Fernando, las cosas le salieron mal, era muy pobre, era un devilucho y por Dios, que era el más feo de todos. Toda una joya, decían las chicas al verle. Por suerte para Fernando, hubo una chica que no era tan superficial como las demás. Era bonita, estudiosa y atlética. Nadie sabe en verdad que vio en Fernando. Pero bueno, la historia no se trata de la juventud de Fernando, mas bien de su vejez.
No había probado todavía una gota de café y a Fernando ya le dolía la cabeza. Al parecer el café le subía la presión, aún así insistía en tomarse al menos uno al día. Desesperado como siempre, decidió pedirle la barista que le agregaron un par de hielos a su café. Se lo tomó todo de un sorbo y salió a caminar. Como la mayoría de las personas de su generación, acostumbraba a llegar mucho antes a trabajar para poder pasar un rato en la plaza mientras leía el periódico. Esta vez, sin embargo, no hubo periódico. Por lo que se fue a observar las aves en la plaza, sin embargo esta vez no se veía ninguna por ahí. Algo cerca del árbol seco le llamó la atención, un enorme Hormiguero había aparecido de la noche a la mañana y en lo que antes era una zona de juego para niños, había un jardín con mesas para jugar ajedrez. Qué extraño, murmuró, juraría que aquí había un parque de juegos para niños. Volteó de nuevo a ver el hormiguero y para su sorpresa estaba aún más grande que apenas hace unos cuantos minutos. Un fuerte dolor en la cabeza lo hizo ponerse de rodillas, la música clásica a todo volumen ensordecía sus oídos. Fue entonces cuando se dio cuenta de que no estaba en realidad despierto, forma estaba teniendo un sueño lúcido.
Sitting in front of a cup of piping-hot coffee, Don Fernando reminisced about the glorious years of his youth. You know, high school is like an all-out war. The selection process to find the girl who will be with you for the rest of your life begins. Of course, they're in the same boat. They look for the one with the best physical attributes, money, or a good life plan, and if they're lucky, a good-looking one. But in Fernando's case, things went wrong; he was very poor, a slob, and, by God, he was the ugliest of them all. A real gem, the girls would say when they saw him. Luckily for Fernando, there was one girl who wasn't as superficial as the others. She was pretty, studious, and athletic. No one really knows what she saw in Fernando. But anyway, the story isn't about Fernando's youth, but rather his old age. He hadn't even touched a drop of coffee yet, and Fernando's head was already aching. Apparently, coffee raised his blood pressure, yet he insisted on having at least one a day. Desperate as always, he decided to ask the barista to add a couple of ice cubes to his coffee. He downed it all in one gulp and went for a walk. Like most people of his generation, he used to arrive to work much earlier so he could spend some time in the plaza while reading the newspaper. This time, however, there was no newspaper. So he went to watch the birds in the plaza, but this time there weren't any around. Something near the dead tree caught his attention: a huge anthill had appeared overnight, and where a children's play area had once been built, there was a garden with chess tables. How strange, he muttered; I swore there was a children's playground here. He looked back at the anthill and, to his surprise, it was even bigger than it had been just a few minutes before. A sharp pain in his head brought him to his knees; loud classical music deafened his ears. It was then that he realized he wasn't actually awake, he was actually having a lucid dream.
Sitting in front of a cup of piping-hot coffee, Don Fernando reminisced about the glorious years of his youth. You know, high school is like an all-out war. The selection process to find the girl who will be with you for the rest of your life begins. Of course, they're in the same boat. They look for the one with the best physical attributes, money, or a good life plan, and if they're lucky, a good-looking one. But in Fernando's case, things went wrong; he was very poor, a slob, and, by God, he was the ugliest of them all. A real gem, the girls would say when they saw him. Luckily for Fernando, there was one girl who wasn't as superficial as the others. She was pretty, studious, and athletic. No one really knows what she saw in Fernando. But anyway, the story isn't about Fernando's youth, but rather his old age. He hadn't even touched a drop of coffee yet, and Fernando's head was already aching. Apparently, coffee raised his blood pressure, yet he insisted on having at least one a day. Desperate as always, he decided to ask the barista to add a couple of ice cubes to his coffee. He downed it all in one gulp and went for a walk. Like most people of his generation, he used to arrive to work much earlier so he could spend some time in the plaza while reading the newspaper. This time, however, there was no newspaper. So he went to watch the birds in the plaza, but this time there weren't any around. Something near the dead tree caught his attention: a huge anthill had appeared overnight, and where a children's play area had once been built, there was a garden with chess tables. How strange, he muttered; I swore there was a children's playground here. He looked back at the anthill and, to his surprise, it was even bigger than it had been just a few minutes before. A sharp pain in his head brought him to his knees; loud classical music deafened his ears. It was then that he realized he wasn't actually awake, he was actually having a lucid dream.