My religious dreams are bizarre. In the first one, I speak against God. A storm start. I am afraid. A lightning fall on a bush. It burns but it do not consume. I kneel down. The history of the humanity past in my mind in few minutes. I recognize my errors. I start walking and I am like Moïse. My hair and barb are super white. I also have his stick. I just want to let know to everybody how God is good. What happened is what it have to happen.