I have a nasty dream, a vieuw months later i dream the same dream again. But when i would stand up i sohw not my husband near me, where wash i, i asket myself i had nothigh. I tought i have dream this and the dream come’s true stranghs. A world where nothing wash i wash always where ever i lookt the lights follow me they came from upstairs high of the mountain i could not away there entanglement i walkt to there but on pole’s are downstairs are also light’s there wash nothigh at all no word no ather noise no wherly nothingh. When i would looking for a sleepingplace of sort of that, shine a stainghts light verry strong in my eay’s so strong that i sow nothing at all, enymore. It look of the light’s would saying don’t move this is a command. But i heart no voice no speaker no nothing. The only that i did wash, i wrote with big and great leter’s where can i find somtingh to eat and littel bit for a drink. Aigan nothing i stand up and go for a walk even look for a sleepingplace and hopfely some drink and eat. What me in this straings world ather’s go than i thout or head suspect, but i have to surrvaille i must, but i gould not away evrywere the light follewd me and the entanglement wash still there it look’s that i travled back howe the world begon or seems like it forword how the planet is when i am the only one who live’s. What i not know wash that wash they ather side where butiful light’s where they make even butiful music. And music is noise. But i found my food and my drink also a littel dry sleepingplace than you are a happy humenbeen.