That night I slept soundly, however I had a strange dream, I was walking through a dark and lonely abyss, it was a dense, strange layer without direction, but I was not lost, I was looking for something. Something in the fog, a thread, a small wisp of light that came out of the different destinations.
They were the land of dreams, little by little I followed the thread, there I was even though I wasn't supposed to be in this or another world anymore, there I was. I used the magic of dreams and entered into the fragments of the consciousness of that sleeping being. In the dream I already knew the man who was sitting on the beach.
He was Jahve, I don't know how I knew it at the time but he was Jahve, one of our ancestors, one whom "the gods" called the prophet.
