A special thanks to the Late Ed Wooten for editing this Chapter.

They say that the average dream lasts about a second and a half. And yet it seems like it lasts all night. I have just awakened from a dream that lasted 2000 years. You could say I am quite a knowledgeable three-year-old. I learned many things in this dream. As soon as I woke up I went downstairs to ask my mother for some paper.

She was shocked. "You can't read, how can you write?" she said.

I told her I had a weird dream and I need to write it down while it is still fresh in my head. I also looked at a newspaper while I was downstairs. It is spring 1963.

Let me tell you how I got this far. I was born in Gaylord, Michigan, October 16th, 1959. My dad was a civil service employee of the state, working in the welfare office. His name is Jim. My mom is a schoolteacher. Her name is Grace. I have a sister three years older than me. Her name is Mary Jane.

Dad took a big chance a year and a half ago. He decided to go after a master's degree in social work. He saved up some money and with the help of my mother's parents we moved to Ann Arbor. We live in on-campus family housing. It is not a bad place to stay as my parents don't have much money.

My mom has joined a religion my dad does not approve of. It is called the Baha'i Faith.

Since we moved here I have been sick several times. This has really placed an extra burden on my parents. I had a really bad cough and had to be put in an oxygen tent. I spent several days in the hospital. My parents also decided when I was born not to have me circumcised. This created a problem because the foreskin was too tight; I had to have it removed.

About a year ago, just after we moved here, when I was only two, some neighbor kids introduced me to oral sex.

I have a best friend named Antonio. We are very tight, we do everything together. He is from Venezuela and his parents are going to school here at the University of Michigan. Playing with Antonio, I have even managed to learn some Spanish.

Now it's time to tell you about my dream. While I was dreaming it seemed very real. As in real-life I dreamed about going to sleep and even having dreams inside my dream! My dream is about my life growing up and becoming a man. Then I dreamed about my life as an adult. I was then a witness to the destruction of the world. Ultimately mankind destroyed itself. I then witnessed the creation of a new heaven and a new earth. Then I was a witness to the history of this world, covering the last 2000 years. So I can understand how we got into this mess. My job now is to keep man from destroying himself again. I am not alone, I have help. And I have a plan, a plan that was laid out even before the fire of the big bang created this universe. You see, the universe is eternal. It is constantly expanding and then contracting, in a cycle of death and rebirth. Perhaps I have told you this story millions of times before. As in real life, my memory at the start of my dream is vague. I will do my best to give you as much information as I remember. This will be important later.

The first thing I remember is Easter Sunday 1963. It was a warm and sunny day. There were flowers blooming everywhere. We put on Sunday clothes and went to church. Mom took us to a Christian Science church. My mom's mother, Jane Macdonald, is a Christian Scientist. Mom was also into Christian Science until she joined her new religion this year. Dad is not religious. Dad likes to smoke cigarettes and drink beer. He did not go with us. I specifically remember this day because they made me memorize a prayer to say before I go to bed.

Then I remember riding in the car in the back seat. The car was a Corvair. I can remember the car making a loud grinding noise. My mom was driving. Apparently, the transmission went out. This created one more problem for my parents they could not afford. Luckily, my mom's father, John Marshall Macdonald III, helps my parents out with a new car.

We had this TV where the tube was exposed and wrapped in plastic. All the tubes and stuff were in a box below the tube. There were headphones that we could put on to listen to the TV. I put on a pair of the headphones and tried to sit on the couch. The wires for the headphones were all tangled up. When I tried to sit back on the couch the TV fell off of the stand. My mom came running into the room and lifted up the screen. It was cracked. I had just destroyed our only form of entertainment. I was told to go to my room and to wait for my father to get home. This is the first time I can remember dreading my father. After my dad got home he was furious. He went and talked to a friend of his. His friend told him now is the time for his social work training to come into play. He told him, "You have one scared little boy at home. And you can't be a good social worker and abuse your own son." Dad calmed down. However, he did have my mother give me a good spanking. He did not figure she could hurt me too bad.

My days were spent outside, playing in the courtyard of the apartment complex with Antonio. My best friend Antonio moved away. I was devastated. I was only three years old and I had lost my best friend. Life can be cruel sometimes.

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