I was dreaming last night, I remembered briefly what happened to that dream...
I was forbidden by my parents to stop reading writing, any material. Not at all, never again. I was shocked, purely terrified. The morning after the fiery night, that dream happened. Not exactly to what I remembered but almost the same. My father, known to love chess the most, spoke to me and said he doesn’t like I reading too much for the day. It’s like, when I opened my eyes, I grabbed the novel next to me and read, read, and read. After breakfast I would open my laptop and type, type and type. The I realized, God really is connecting to us: through dreams.
