I dreamed of you, by the way. You have radically changed your dream.
Shaman: Oh, tell me
Doctor: you painted in a blonde, wrapped the cushions, did something with the face that it became pale, pale and flat, like the movie vampires or porcelain dolls, on top of this cheeks slightly brown, wearing a colorful dress. It was impossible to know, but I knew it was you, by voice.
In this way you jumped, crawled, on a flowery lawn
Doctor: and subdued a matte with a chriptease
Shaman:... Fuck
Shaman: I was scared.
Shaman: if the matte with the chickenpox, then everything is okay
Medical : Yes