My uncle took me to Kim Kardashian’s house. She showed us the place and then we (uncle and me) decided to go down the beach. The Lotto-Belisol bus. I decided to entered just to visit. Then it took us to some places and then to a holiday camp, which was inside of a abandoned prison (I think? or a underground church. Either way, it was very scary). After playing football it was lunch time and, afterwards, a very mean woman appeared. She ordered us to pray the Rosary but I denied and also told everyone there that, if they didn’t want, they didn’t have to, so she expelled me from the holiday camp without my Maglia Rosa (apparently I had won the Giro) and I started to cry and begging her to give me the trophy and my Maglia Rosa because it was mine and I wanted it back, but she ignored. When I arrived home, Nibali and some other people (that I knew that were involved in cycling but didn’t recognize any) were waiting for me. I got out of the car crying and they approached to comfort me. I told Nibali she had my Maglia Rosa and my trophy and didn’t want to give it back. They told me to climb the stairs and rest. I climbed some, didn’t stop crying and then I woke up.