In the night before he started the great adventure he had a uncommon dream about his mother and her death!
The dream started with
...warm summer wind, blowing in Kincore's face, soft starlight illuminating the familiar surroundings of the tiny fishing village he grew up in, and his mother, moonwalking across the skies, wearing nothing but a pair of pink crocs. Moving gently above the endless, majestic sea, she was about to disappear over horizon, as suddenly, her smiling face appeared directly in front of Kincore:
