A dream of mine.

The road is curvy and dark. Sirens and flashing lights are far behind us. Closer behind us is a white truck. Coming closer and closer to us with amazing speed. I say to the driver, "Pull over. Get out of his way. I don't want him to hit us." We pull off to the right but it was no use. We've been hit. My cousin has flown through the windshield and lays in front of the car. I panic. I'm by his side in a flash. "Zach. Zach! Are you okay?!" He looks around in a daze. "Do you know where we are Zach? How many fingers am I holding up?" He coughs, a little bit of blood comes out of his mouth. "Yeah. I'm alright. Stop crying. We're in Brazil. And three." I can't stop crying. A car pulls over to help us. Zach is okay. Just a bit beat up. But I can't stop crying. I can't even take a breath. I'm drowning myself. The strangers try to calm me. It's not working. I'm gasping. I'm gasping! I'M GASPING! "STOP! Look over there! Look into the distance!" says one of the strangers. And there it was. A tall statue of the figure of Jesus. Arms stretched out wide. And all of a sudden, everything was alright. All was calm.

I am going to see this statue for myself one day. A dream is not satisfying enough.