Originally Posted by fadec

Last night I jumped awake to a voice like thunder. I opened my eyes to see a brilliant figure sitting in the armchair next to my bed in the hotel room. His face was brilliant white and his hair shined like silvered shards of glass in the sun. His eyes burned blue as torches and when he spoke the fabrics in the room shuddered as if tossed by a great wind. In his left hand was an iPad and in his right was a touch-pen.

​​​​​​When he saw that I was awake he turned to me and said, "There will be a new hire and he shall be called the 8-ball. You shall place him in the highest office from which he shall bring together pilots of all cliques and fleets, and he shall bring to the company a great ask, and it will be granted to you."

"He?", I said. He brought his touch pen across his chest and placed it on the iPad. "You shall know him by this number." I looked and that moment the iPad became brighter than a flash bulb. I was blinded and while I could not see I felt a harsh wind and heard something like the building shifting on its foundation. My sight returned to an empty chair, the figure departed.

What does this mean? Why did he visit me?