I saw myself in my dream and in this dream it was different. I actually approached myself and my brother and said hello.
There was a boy in the second upper floor of a building. He had a great intensity in his eyes muttering words about how 29 years ago he was determined to forget everything he once knew for a special reason. He is in a sort of focused trance and with all his will he summons his memory of who he was before he died.
Who was I, where did i come from. Was it important to know who i was before i became who i am today? is this information important to the world. Fragments of the other life linger and remembering is a process i must “unforget”.