“I'll tell my story now,” Alessandro said. “For what it's worth, here's my dream. This one, too, […] starts in class […] Sergio, Angela, and Barbara have left, leaving me alone […] with a lot of other people that I don't know. Then the classroom stops moving, and without any break in continuity, I find myself in a very dense forest, in the dusk's fading light. Large storm clouds fill the sky. I have to find Tommaso and help him, but the forest, the night, and a heavy rain, mixed with large hail, overwhelm the surroundings and seem to destroy my hopes. I have to take care of my companions, to give them confidence….So I unsheathe a large sword, radiant with its own light, and with all my might I start to make a path for me and for them through the forest and the thickets. My strength and the strength of the sword are astounding. I move forward ever faster, creating a tunnel through the undergrowth, the walls of which suddenly dart away quickly and seem to merge with the night; and instead of being in the forest, I find myself flying with that group of people, high in space […]”