This is part two of a three part series. As a young boy I often had persecutory nightmares.  Someone would be chasing me or trying to kill me.  A few times I got to a point in the dream where I was stretched to my limit of stress and frustration.  I was tired of running.  A simple, small thought would come to me: This is just a dream and it is YOUR dream.  Change it. So I would.  I fought back.  I took control. I remembered these nightmares as I contemplated William Kamkwamba’s story, because there is some parallel.  I don’t think he had the same thoughts as me, but much in…