The event that really changed my mind happened that very same night.

What I remember of it is slightly patchy, so you'll have to fill in some of the details yourselves, I'm afraid. But I'm sure you'll manage.

I was lying on bed, staring up at the ceiling. I can't remember exactly what time it was, but it must have been gone midnight. I'd been up for hours, tossing and turning, but for some reason I couldn't sleep. It must have been this trouble with my father, but I can't exactly remember what I was thinking about.

I must have fallen asleep around 1:30, because I had a dream. No, it wasn't a dream. It was a vision.

Yes, that makes me sound completely mad, but bear with me. It genuinely was a vision. And what was it of? The future. I know. I've lived through it.

Although I can't remember much of the reality, I can picture my dream exactly.

There's a lady, dressed in what I now know to be a Greek dress, but what I thought then looked like a pillowcase. She had long brown curly hair with some kind of golden diadem on her head and a lute in her hands. She was playing music - what music! It was the music of the dreamworld - soft and sweet as honey.

And I move towards her-

And I reach out my hand-

And she turns slightly-

And I realise she's my mother.

And then I'm above the scene-

And I'm flying-

And I don't have wings -

And I'm in some kind of chariot-

And someone's beside me-

But I can't see who it is-


But I don't need to.

I just know - it's my father.

And we are in the chariot of the gods.

We are the sun.


My father.



The End

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