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bayamo wrote:Patricia sat on a porch which was vaguely familiar. She tried to remember why it was so familiar but she could not place it at the moment.
bayamo wrote:Patricia sat on a porch which was vaguely familiar. She tried to remember why it was so familiar but she could not place it at the moment. She somehow knew she was still in Brazil. It was early morning and the clouds and rain cast a grey hue. She found this strange because she remembered it was summer and found it cold for this time of year. Off in the distance she saw a figure approaching on a horse. Close to her a pig started to squeal. The noise became louder and louder and Patricia thought the pig was calling her name. The pig moved closer and closer until the sound was clear.
“Pati, I’m talking to you,” the pig said. “Pay attention, here it comes. It’s me and the horse, you got that, me and the horse. Pati? Pati you got that? Are you listening? Hey Pati, I’m talking to you. Are you awake yet? Look at the horse, it’s Jefferson.” Pati looked off into the distance and saw a young boy riding up on the horse. She immediately recognized her son 10 years younger than what he was now. She looked towards the pig, who let out a loud squeal that awoke her from her sleep.
patricia / jefferson's mother wrote:“Jefferson, listen to me. I dreamt I was back home and I was sitting in front of our house. I was waiting for you to come home. I saw you ride up on a horse. A beautiful, large brown horse. There was a pig talking to me. You need to play those numbers. The numbers for the pig and the horse.”
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