First of all, I need to ask you a question: do you believe in magic? In any kind of it. If you don’t, please, go do something else, or read something that you like, but, if you do, I have a story to tell to you.
Every little thing here were real, you can call me retarded, stupid, crazy, mad, but I know it was real. I lived this.
For me, when we sleep and dream, we travel to another universe, a parallel universe, that we call “imagination”. Sometimes, this universe and the another, one we call “reality”, can cross, and sort of things can happen, like premonitions, and can go to an strange and curious case, like mine.