I'm with my family and possibly some friends on a place where some kind of animal show is taking place. It looks a bit like a circus here, though we are really close to the main area. Someone I know is here with a cockateil. The bird is really smart, and knows how to dance. The owner makes it dance so we can see. It's really adorable, it bends it's small legs, turns around and back, opens its wings slightly. I suppose it was one of the coolest tricks I'd ever seen a bird do, especially considering the size. We found it really fun and were looking forward to it's turn.

I notice there are several other animals doing tricks, not only birds. When it comes to its turn, it is taken to the main area, near the other animals. The judge stood close to it, as did the owner. The bird was clearly nervous, but it did the dance perfectly, though not completely - it stopped in the middle. Still, it was much more impressive than any of the other animals there. The owner and the judge, however, seem disappointed, shaking their heads slightly. I'm puzzled - what? It danced perfectly! It didn't matter that it stopped before the end! Still, to them it meant failure. I was kinda bummed about it.

Later, I'm in a shopping mall or somewhere similar with this guy who is supposedly my friend. I say so because things were kind of strange. I mean, this guy was a chubby short ugly guy around my age. He had some level of mental retardation or something similar, and his face was all bulgy and strange. He'd drool a little and his mouth was always open in a crazed smile. His hair was blond or light brown, and his skin was pink-ish. He wasn't a bad guy, not at all, but he was incredibly awkward, annoying and for some reason he liked me a lot, but wouldn't leave me alone. It was seriously hard to say goodbye to him because he was, as we say in Portuguese, "sticky" - he would follow me anywhere and would always have an excuse to hang out even when I couldn't.

We had been hanging out for a while, and I had to go somewhere meet some people, but I couldn't get rid of him. He points out at some place where we can get some special cakes and sweets. I'm interested, and I figured it'd be a good excuse as the last thing we'd do together that day. It turns out that to do it, we had to take a certain path in the mall, then find some special ramps. These ramps were actually modified escalators - we'd slide down the banisters using some kind of sled, which would throw us on the place where the sweets were. We go down one, but stop without jumping - someone had placed plant pots and chairs on the way, blocking the path. I'm a little annoyed. We go around it to get to the sweets, and I ask my "friend" what are they made of. He tells (I see a picture somewhere) that the filling is some kind of creamy cinnamon mix (it looked like whipped cream to me), which was sprinkled with dusted cinnamon. I hate cinnamon.

I tell him I'm not interested, in that case. My mother shows up and tells me she'd going somewhere nearby, and would be waiting for me there. I take that as an excuse to leave the guy and go with her, but he keeps on talking and I end up following him around again. He takes me to some people who I know, but for some reason I was kinda awkward around them as well. I'm talking to this fat woman and she tells me about a lady I know. "Y'know, there's only three parts on his body that haven't been changed" she says, laughing "That's [part], [part] and his penis!". I'm suprised! So it turned out that this woman I knew was actually a pre-op travestite all along. Strange.