A dream with Ivone as the world ends

I dreamed that we still lived close, and in some moment "they" arrived and killed all ours friends and beloved ones. I tried to take my sister with us but she had been blind and crazy. I found you in the middle of the corpses and we left by bicycle, travelling by a semi-devastated world, that seemed like my home town.
We went by some bakeries that insisted on working in spite of the apocalypse. We were seeking for the last "trufado" chocolate ice cream. Latter, we found a ron bottle and we drank. Passing by a corner you told me there's a place where you could find out an interesting woman (it was a house in a strange twilight). I told you then that I had already seen these soap opera chapters and I already knew that story doesn't have a happy end.
In front of a pile of destroyed guitars, a huge mountain, we're very sad because there would not be more songs like those of Leonard Cohen.
We found the last world's ice cream and you said: I hate when people licks the same things that me, but as it is you, we will share this ice cream.
We reached the port but it was closed. We remembered then of seeking the car keys in the debris. In some street, we went by an huge gay nightclub in Greek-Roman style where there was a kind of pool party. It was a sunny day and the men made acrobatic sex in the balcony. We stopped for a while to think why that mens are locked in their neverland, playing of Peter Pan, while the world agonized. So, they began to throw ice cubes on us. We were perplexed: why those gays (like us), didn't understand us? Will it be that we were different only because we hold hands while enjoying ice cream? Very far from there we listened a familiar sound in a locked house: it was the last time that somebody was listening a song of the smiths. I woke up and I went running to do pee and write those lines before they disappeared.
" Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again ?
The Leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the Grasmere
But Honey Pie, you're not safe here
So you run down
To the safety of the town
But there's Panic on the streets of Carlisle
Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
I wonder to myself "