April 30th 2009, 8:00 pm.

A boring day in my house again, thanks to the flu. Today most of children are not playing as they were used to. No gifts… No celebrations, gosh, this is getting worst. But I went to sleep and I got the best gift of all my life; I met Matt Bellamy in dreams!

May 1st 2009, at midnight... I guess

Now I am in a kind of windmill-lighthouse, I don’t know; it seems a sort of the tower of Men in Black, except for this thing is not a space ship. Is just like a stick with an arrow around it.

Why I am here and why does that people are walking and suddenly they stopped? No way, I need to get out of here…

That is how my dream started, and while I was walking to nowhere I saw him walking in front of my eyes and he entered to the windmill-lighthouse.

I didn’t shout, because I didn’t want to alarm people, but nobody seemed to know him. He was my favorite man singer ever, Matthew James Bellamy.

We were in my home town Mexico, because I recognized the characteristic words they were speaking.

After that, he was already leaning over the edge of the "spaceship" saying something and I screamed with euphoria. Someone else next to him explained that he came from the embassy or something like that, because he was the godfather of a foundation for ill people.

People who were next to me saw me as I was weird and crazy; I could perceive their voices asking themselves “To whom this girl is screaming?”

Then, he disappeared from there with security guards behind him. A pretty well known voice told me to leave, but I really wanted to talk to him.

I got in my van, a white Venture and one of the seats was placed in a strange mode. The pilot and copilot seats were fine, but behind the pilot there was my seat looking at the back of the van, and the other seat next to me was in the right position. Strange, but I didn’t really care of that, I was really sad for not talking to him. I sat down in the weird-seat and I looked out the window.

Suddenly, my idol appeared in the right side of the van and got in. My eyes grew as big as plates; and I looked at him shocked and full of euphoric, but I didn’t scream that time. He looked tired when he sat down in the seat next to me (right) and he held his head with his hand.

“Listos?”[1] my dad said from the copilot seat. I was still shocked because I didn’t know what was going on. I only knew that I was in heaven.

Then he talked to me. We shared some words in English; I was really surprised, because I was talking in other language that wasn’t Spanish, my mother language

“Yeah, you know” I responded to him after he had asked me something that I don’t remember

I really wanted to ask him several questions when he got out the van and went to a store to buy water and I stayed inside the van. I thought about what could I ask him and when I finally found the correct words I got out the van, I saw a girl from 18 to 22 years old according to her aspect.

“Yo soy su her-manita”[2]  she told me and I was really confused. I thought it was impossible because I had read before that he only had one brother; Paul, I remembered saying that in mind. But she said that so natural although it was suspicious that she told me that in Spanish.

“Sube”[3] I told her. First I thought she was Gaia Polloni. I asked her that and she told me that, she was his little sis.

After that I asked her about Gaia, how she was, and she responded that they had broken up, and that was why he was sad. I was happy but sad at the same time for him and I tried not to mention her in front of him, although I really wanted, I don’t know why.

I sat down in my seat again and he appeared from the left side of the van (my side) holding a bottle of water and wearing sunglasses this time.

“Es mi hermanita”[4] he said when he looked at her –all right, I know– and he got in the van again in the normal-seat and he once again stayed quiet resting again his head against his hand.

Then I put my seat in the normal position, and he didn’t move. He was looking at the front of the van. Then I looked again out the window and I saw a field of maize, actually it was dried up.

I told myself that if I wanted Matt to remember my country, I should show him something characteristic of it. So I pointed at that field, but something made me not finding the correct words.

“Do you have this, sorry those ummm… vegetables or plants in London, or where is Cambridge?” I couldn’t ask him… the words were confused and I didn’t remember how to do that.

Suddenly a piano started to play a strange melody, and the maize field disappeared. Then once again and disappeared the van. There was now Matt and I in nowhere. Then another piano and… pillow, ahh… more pianos!

It was the alarm of my IPod at 6:20 am. I forgot to turn off it, and that was the consequence of that, I had woken up.

I slept again to keep dreaming on him, but nothing happened

May 1st 2009 at 9:30…

Three hours later, I woke up and I thought about my dream, and every detail of it. I wrote in my notebook every detail, in order to keep it forever. But that was the fact of his ‘sister’. I was really confused of that; impossible I thought and like someone was telling me in my mind the word step appeared as a ray in my head. I thought ‘a stepsister? Maybe… I don’t know’.

I turned on my computer and I searched in Google the words Matt + Bellamy + sister and I found something really interesting that woke up my sister because of my shouts.

“I have a sister who's younger than me, she's actually my stepsister” was written in MuseWiki, the encyclopedia of Muse. I didn’t know that, and the fact that you had dreamt of that is like OMG!

But that wasn’t all… That day at 12 pm or something like that I found he had a flat in London something I didn’t know and that I asked him in my dreams. I only knew he was born in Cambridge.

May 22nd 2009

Twenty one days later, The Resistance was announced, so I search again on Internet, information, but my eyes couldn’t believe that… I found that Muse had started their career in an old windmill with Dennis Smith in Sawmills Studio like the place where everything started in my dream.