A different world

I woke up in the middle of the night. Gonzalo and Nico were sleeping comfortably in the beds next to me. The view from the 8^th floor of Nico’s apartment was spectacular and if it wasn’t because of some buildings between, I could have seen the golf course. I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and went back to bed. I woke up again like an hour later. I watched through the window and I thought have seen something strange. I thought it was my imagination. That I was dreaming. Was that real? Some Buildings were moving! I saw those things moving slowly in silence. “I must be dreaming” I thought, and I went back to sleep.

I woke up because of the weather. It was very hot outside and it didn’t look like winter, instead of that it looked like summer. Very weird. I went to the kitchen and Gonzalo and Nico had already prepared breakfast. Breakfast, man! What the fuck? When we sat to have breakfast something surprised me: they were happy. How weird is that? The more we talked, the more I realized that there was something very strange. Everything became clearer when I asked about the riots in the University. They didn’t know anything. What is a riot? They asked me. These dudes amazed me! How could they not know if we were studying sociology? And when I mentioned an example from world war two they looked me smiling and asked: What is a war? And I got scared.

At the beginning I thought they were kidding. Then I realized that they looked like my friends but they weren’t. These were happy and did not know a thing about violence, crime or wars. Not a thing about that was filed in their brains. Nobody in the world knew about this. In internet I found no matches for these words. Damn! There were no murderers or tragedies! What the hell was going on? Was I still dreaming? How was it possible that a world like that existed? A world of happiness and peace?

On the streets a lot had changed. The names of the streets, the buildings switched place, (I realized that I wasn’t dreaming last night) the advertisements were different, the people was different. Everything was different and it seemed that I was the only one who knew about this. Everybody was acting, well... happy.

That night I couldn’t sleep. In my own house my family scared me. With those smiles in their faces… they looked like robots! The only thing that used to relax me was some smokes and even that disappeared! It vanished in a puff of smoke! My porno magazines and my books of history were replaced by what it looked like Barney drawings, man! What the fuck? All of a sudden a light blinded me and I fainted.

I woke up in what it looked like a hospital bed, surrounded by light. I was shocked when I saw my doctors in front of me: aliens. And they did look like the stereotype of thin and tall beings from the movies, only that a little less pretty. I noticed that they were trying to connect something to my body. I got scared and I managed to get away. They followed me. I found an exit and I was surprised to see that across the street there was a government building. Half naked I ran on the streets. All of a sudden I didn’t see aliens following me but humans. They changed. I ran and ran and some people got scared of seeing me. Others only got surprised. They finally caught me and threw me to the ground. In front of everybody I tried to defend myself but it was useless. They brutally beat me and shot me in the head.

At the end they became in the very same thing they were trying to change; in violent beings. I thought they were more evolved than us but they went back to one of the basics’ man principles: violence.