EGYPT:
An Egyptian priest dressed in white was in his sanctuary. His name was Potipherah. A torch was lit and placed in a stone handle on the wall. The limestone walls were covered with sacred hieroglyphs that narrated the ancient stories of the gods, and before him was the majestic and beautiful statue of his beloved solar deity, Ra. The statue of Ra was at the center of the altar. On his right was the beautiful goddess, Isis, breast-feeding her son Horus, and on the left was Osiris, lord of the afterlife. The sanctuary had other small statues of the gods of Egypt, like Horus the adult with his head in the shape of a falcon and his long hair, the goddess Bastet with a cat head, Anubis, with a jackal head, and a few amulets of the same gods that were used for protection.
Potipherah loved the gods and believed the gods loved him back, which was why he was praying to Ra that night. He was a bit anxious because he had recently awoken from a nightmare.
"Mighty Ra, I know that it is better to pray to you during the day, but I had the most disturbing dream. I pray to you for your protection. I am not sure what this dream means. I believe that you or one of the gods has sent me a message tonight. There will be a foreigner among us. A foreigner who will rule. I pray to you that this does not happen. Please prevent it. Egypt is mighty and prosperous, and I am afraid that we might be conquered. I pray to you. Please prevent a conquest of Egypt, if that is what will pass. I love you. I venerate you and worship you. I beg you to listen to my prayer—me, the Priest of On, Potipherah, your humble and obedient servant. Ra, I will leave you here with this offering of fruits. Please, I beg you to accept this offering in exchange for an answer."
Potipherah then grabbed a basket filled with the best fruits for the god Ra, fruits like dates, figs, grapes, and raisins. He left the basket at the foot of the statue. Potipherah looked up at his god and bowed, showing deep respect to the statue. Then, he prayed to the other gods beside Ra and made offerings to them too.
He lit some frankincense, closed his eyes, and prayed silently again. After he was done, he approached the statues and kissed the feet of each one. He grabbed the torch from the sanctuary's sconce and took it with him. The sanctuary remained dark. Afterwards, he left the room and noticed that his daughter, Asenath, was calling him. She was in her bedroom, in her bed, whispering to him.
"Father. Father. Father," she said.
Potipherah walked into her room. Potipherah placed the torch on his daughter's sconce. The bedroom had hieroglyphs on the walls and paintings of Pharaoh, Ra, Bastet, Osiris, Horus, Isis, and other gods. She slept in a wooden, long, rectangular-shaped bed carved with lions' paws. Her sheets, fitting her status as the daughter of a wealthy high priest, were woven from the finest, bleached Egyptian linen.
"Asenath? Why are you up, you little girl? Your teacher will come tomorrow," Potipherah told her.
"Father, I heard you were up. I was scared," Asenath said. Potipherah hugged his daughter.
"All is well, sweetheart. Go to sleep," Potipherah told her, and he kissed her on the cheek.
"Father, I had a strange dream," Asenath told him, and this immediately interested her father.
"You did?" Potipherah asked her, and although he could only see shades of her in the dim firelight, he noticed a brief smile. She nodded.
"Yes, father, I did," she replied, so Potipherah asked her about it.
"I dreamed of a boy. He was very cute. He looked at me and smiled. Then he held my hand," Asenath said.
"And what happened next?" Potipherah asked.
"That's all. Then, I woke up. Oh, father, he was so cute. I didn't want to wake up. I wanted him to kiss me," Asenath said. Potipherah arched an eyebrow.
"Asenath, and tell me, what did you feel during this dream?" Potipherah asked her.
"Love, father. I felt loved," she replied. This was not the answer he expected, but it wasn't a bad answer.
"Okay, time to go to sleep now. Your teacher is coming early tomorrow," Potipherah told her, and then he tucked her in.
"Goodnight, sweetheart. May Osiris and Isis protect you," Potipherah told her. Asenath lay back and smiled.
"Thank you, father. May Ra protect you," she replied.
Potipherah kissed her on the cheek, and then he took the torch from the sconce and left. He thought that this peaceful dream was the exact answer that he needed from Ra. He believed the offering had been accepted, and so, as he walked to his room, he thanked the god for answering his prayer—wholly unaware that the true, living God of Heaven was already arranging the pieces of history.

HEBRON:
Everything was dark until the fireball appeared before him. It was huge, radiant, and hot. Then, a few feet in front of that huge ball of fire, appeared a silver sphere. Joseph realized that he was looking at the sun and at the moon. Later on, tiny dots of bright lights appeared in the dark void. Joseph counted each one, and together they amounted to eleven. These, he noticed, were stars. The rest of the universe was dark.
"The sun, the moon, and the stars," Joseph said to himself.
The sun, the moon, and the stars strangely developed into bodies that were all dressed in white undergarments. Joseph noticed that the bodies seemed familiar. One of the stars had the body of a boy who looked like Benjamin. Another one had the body of a man, and it looked like Reuben's. The moon had a female body; maybe the moon was Leah. The sun looked like his father, Jacob. All of them bowed down flat to the earth before Joseph, giving reverence to him. Joseph woke up to the light of day, the prophetic weight of the vision resting heavily upon his spirit.