This is the story of one of my dreams. I remember that I was a slave who was climbing a mountain, handcuffed with many others. I looked around to see where I was, but I didn’t find anything, literally there was only that mountain. When I almost arrived at the top, I found that there were a lot of guards and any slave. While I was climbing, I realized what the objective of getting us to the top was: killing us. Once I arrived, I knew they were going to kill me, but suddenly someone pushed me away, sacrificing himself for me. Before he died, he told me: “Live for me”, after that I saw how his body was falling down the cliff. Then they killed me, and I woke up from fright. I’m still intrigued to know who the person who tried to save me was…
SVEN