I saw a piece of parchment unfurling before me. It was of incredible importance and value. I had to read it. But I couldn't. It was in a different language: something I had never read or seen.
I was sure I could decipher it, though, and started immediately. It was an enormous piece of velum that kept unrolling. It seemed like whatever secret was hidden in it would go on forever.
I called up some of my old fraternity brothers to try and get their help. They called me over to the house so that I could see a video they had put together. I agreed to come.
When I got to the house they had prepared a bedroom for me. I was to spend the night in their master bedroom (it was my parent's bedroom from when we lived in Barrio Escalante--as a matter of fact, it was the same house).
I waited and waited for someone to show me the video but nobody would. Finally, I walked out into the common room to ask one of them to show me the video. I tapped one on the shoulder and it was my cousin Fernando. He said he'd put the video on.
I went back into the bedroom and jumped in bed. Fernando came in and knelt down in front of the TV to make the necessary adjustments.
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Regarding your inability to read the paper, I heard in the movie "Waking Life" that we're not supposed to be able to read in our dreams. We can understand what something means, but not actually see and interpret the letters that communicate the message.
Anyone had a different experience?
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