… I dream and dream … soaking in sweat … restless … anxious … breathing hard, shouting and snoring in my sleep and making wild gestures … chasing ghosts and night monsters …

… and GOD touches my face .. touches MY face (?!) … and I fall asleep … dreaming gentle dreams … and GOD smiles upon me, strikes my grey hair and I whisper “... Hi Daddy, how are you doing, man?” and I embrace my father, my eyes full of tears, I hold him so tight, shivering and shaking, until he starts to laugh, gently removes my arms and says to me: “Don't take things too serious in life, son, enjoy and flow with the river, flow, flow, love and smile, love and smile …” I will be watching upon you, son, … I promise, I see you later, much later … listen to the music, open your eyes, drop that weight from your shoulders and enjoy, enjoy … enjoy …” and he strikes my hair and I fall asleep …

Hugs and Kisses,
Joey