Living with my mother and stepfather, I had everything I needed. I had dreams, but everything was pitch-black. I would wake up and see nothing. However, when I moved to my grandmother's house, I began to have dreams that I could see clearly, though I didn't understand them. I would tell others about my dreams, but they didn't understand either. As I got older, the dreams never went away. I gave my life to Christ in 1998, and before the foundation of my life, I had an assignment to carry out, which I discovered in 2003. I say to all to never give up on yourself and your dreams because God knows exactly what he is doing.