I was as reliable as the postman but a dream lead me down an entirely different route. In this dream I received a call in which this person knew the real reason for my fathers death and my destiny if I would just visit him at 111 East 8th Street Apt 3B so my steps were rearranged. I walked into a completely empty apartment except for one dollar on the floor. This was a waste of my time but since I was there and had this dollar I played the lottery and low and behold won big time. As my dreams of a new destiny were about to be revealed suddenly an explosion from said an apartment blew it and me away. This was my final dream crushing down on me before it truly even began.