I can`t remember this date, without remember my dream, and that dream is the one that I want to share with you today, I had it two days before the attack, and I never, never imagine that I was watching part of the future.

" I dreamed that I was walking with a lot of people, dressed in white robes, they`re walking silently toward a big mountain that in the top had a giant tree.. it was a beutiful and big silver tree, I walked with them and asked to one of them about their destination, one of them told me that they had just died and that they had to go up to look for their photographs that might be hanged on that tree. When we finally arrived to the top of the mountain, I could see the giant tree, but I couldn`t see the top of it,  it also  had on all its branches, hundreds, thousands of people`s photographs,that were moved slightly by a delicate wind.

I couldn`t believe my eyes, and again I asked if they were really dead, and someone told me: "Yes!.. if our photograph is there, is because we are dead.. now we only have to look for our own picture"

I could see that when they found it,  they took it and jumped from the mountain to a beatiful and clear cristal lake, like a mirror..and then disappeared.

In that moment I felt strange and out of place, and someone told me..You can`t stay here, go back from where you came...!

The next day, I went to the University, I was still studying my English career, and I decided to write my dream.. (that`s why I can remember it with all the details). On Sept. 11,  Tuesday, I was teaching science in 7th. grade, when I saw that all the teachers were walking toward the computer lab,  a teacher passed in front of my class and told me in a quite voice.."something awful happened in N.Y", minutes later the principal talked in the speakers, she said that we had an emergency meeting, we went to the computer lab and there we saw the shocking videos of the two planes crashing the WTC, in that moment I thought about my brother, because he was working in N.Y, I asked permission to make a phone call and called my Mom, she was in her house watching the TV, and told me that my brother was ok, that the bridge was closed and he couldn`t reach his job.

That day in the afternoon when I saw the photographs hanged on the walls and fences with all that missing people... in that moment, I remembered my dream perfectly and I felt like a shiver in all my back , because I knew that I had dreamed with those pictures before..