Keeping cool among the satyrs
Can't recall for sure how long this dream was, how it began or how it ended.
Was walking around on a nice afternoon when I heard the sound of a flute. It was a beautiful melody, I asked facetiously the people next to me, "Who is playing? Are there satyrs here?", not being fully aware that I was dreaming.
The melody was coming from a canteen. I entered the area and I saw the player, thought I recognized him. I went up to him and shook his hand, believing it was a person I know in real life. It clearly wasn't, but I couldn't tell and treated him as a friend.
"How are you doing, man?"
He was siting at a table talking to his friend. Then I remembered that one is not supposed to shake hands anymore.
"I'm so sorry, I totally forgot about the new rules of not touching while greeting."
He answered,
"Hey, why bother about it? Are you a chicken?"
His words kinda embarrassed me. I replied,
"No, but I'm responsible."
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