Gabriele Felici is drunk and kisses me crying

Date: 11/26/2023

I live in a bid and sunny apartment. The windows face a square or a wide street in either Italy or France. I have people over, mainly friends and coworker (couldn’t tell their faces). I have a small water tank on a shelf and, to my own surprise, it’s full of fish and turtles! I’m amazed they developed in there, but I also feel sad about the tiny space they can swim in. I think of putting them up for adoption. Then we all go out, on the sidewalk a little further, we see Gabriele Felici come toward us. He’s drunk and stumbles. The others are kind of making fun of him, but I’m broken-hearted to the view. When he falls to the ground, I rush to his side and crouch down. I hug him and tell him it’s ok, it’s gonna be fine. He holds me and tells me “I’m doing awful”. “I know baby, I know…”. Our embrace is so tight that he starts kissing me. And he’s a great kisser. He leads the kiss and I let him. The others are looking and that makes me feel uncomfortable because we’re not together and I never even thought we could like each other! Plus, I’m thinking of mRNA transmission! We take him to my place and he talks to me. He tells me it’s because of work and whatever happened during the pandemic. I misinterpret what he means and say “oh yeah, that fake plandemic!”. And he’s like “what? No! Everyone was so afraid, I had to find a solution!” and then tells me that Ing. Lo Faro stole his ideas, work and got all the credit! He says he’s an imposter!! I feel for Gabriele, but then I think we can’t go along if he’s convinced the plandemic was real!