"Run, Escape while you can" The prisoner said.
The cell was dark, a bit wet and very cold. But suddenly, it ended. The voice of the prisoner became a distant mumbling. And Adam woke from the dream. Alarming, even a bit scary. Adam didn't believe in such things as prophecies. Still, his heart was beating twice as fast as it normally does. Aware of the fact, that he could not fall asleep again, he turned on the light and dressed himself. It was early morning, still dark outside. God had decided to wait a few more hours before waking up Italy. Obviously, someone wanted different. The piercing sound of tires against concrete, rose from the streets. It was not one car, it was many, and they had stopped. Adam approached the window, to have a look. There were soldiers, plenty of them. Effectively they surrounded his house, and prepared themselves to enter. The prisoner's words still rang in his ears. "Escape while you can." Apparently, his time was up. Swearing to never more ignore the power of dreams, he ran towards the door. He had not done anything illegal and he had no idea why the soldiers were here. But he was now convinced, convinced by the dreamman. He should have done as he asked him to at once, to run and escape while he could. He didn't want to do the same mistake again. Adam fled.