I was a paper delivery boy, early morning, Los Angeles Times. I’d read there would be a test in Nevada, and that it would be visible in Los Angeles. The scheduled date of the test did not occur. The wind conditions precluded detonation, as the weather conditions also postponed the detonation again. I’d forgotten about the matter, as a 4 a.m. rising time, to fold papers, stuff them in a bag and make deliveries, contemplating not being late for school, was on my mind. In the dead of night, the darkest part of day, before Sunrise, the sky lit up, brighter than a noonday. No clouds. No Sun. I turn abound two times and could not see the Sun. Animals went crazy with sounds of barking and tweeting. Terrified, I finished my route as quickly as I could, rode home as quickly as I could. Jumped in bed, covered my face.
Later … I was told there were complaints from customers: they hadn’t received their morning paper. I still don’t know why. In my mind, I had completed the route and thrown all the papers to the subscribers. To this day, I wonder what really happened.
Later, after finishing law school and working for poor people at the Legal Aid Society of Santa Clara County, I had a dream. A plane … a bomb … the light of an explosion blinded me. I awoke shaking, terrified again … just like had been there … and today I found the answer to my reality and existence … and truth.