The Dream
A man stood alone in an expanse of white nothingness. “Hello?” he asked softly.
“Hello, John.” said an ancient looking man who appeared before him. He wore dark robes with what appeared to be stars undulating in a vibrant galaxy.
“W-who are you?” asked John.
The elderly man ignored his question. “Do you love your wife?” asked the old man.
“Of course,” answered John without hesitation.
The old man made a pained smile. “Then, I hope you intend to keep your promises,” he said.
John looked at the old man quizzically. “Promises?” he asked.
The man disappeared and John’s world flared a blinding phosphorous white.
