I dreamt I awoke and stepped into a mystery,
an android handed me a brush with which to paint history.
The canvas on the easel showed a hooded figure,
'twas mine to tell the coming end of the future.
I dreamed I woke up and met an old friend,
to travel, he said, "walk on," you are sent.
I did dream of awaking - a gate to the narrow way,
to find that long time is but naught to the (I Am One) day.
