I’m writing this down because of an unusual dream I had long ago. Tonight, while flipping through my notebook, I recalled this extraordinary vision.

In the dream, I was a slave laboring alongside others to build a pyramid. It seemed impossible that mere humans could construct such a marvel without assistance—in reality, people might speculate about alien intervention.
But in the dream, there were only shackled workers (perhaps prisoners would be a better term). Strangely, no one questioned why we were doing this.
Just as I thought this routine would continue, I noticed something peculiar about the pyramid: each face had raised walkways flanking a smooth central surface, resembling water channels.
Though the center appeared slick, slaves could walk on it. When I tried climbing halfway up, a bull suddenly charged down from the summit. Two ropes bound to it trailed into the raised channels on either side. As the beast galloped downward, the pyramid’s smooth surface began rising vertically. Workers scrambled to avoid being trampled.
The mechanical bull—now clearly visible as it neared me—was powering the entire pyramid’s movement. The ingenuity of human engineering left me awestruck.
Ironically, I didn’t dodge in time… and then I woke up.

Why do I remember this? Because I always keep a notebook by my bed. Whenever a dream feels significant, I record it.