1.15.18 (a brief sketch of self, across the space time continuum, two paragraphs, mittens) 


Woke up from the strangest dream. My family and I, are on an adventure, through some unknown city, a walk back to our vehicle, a familiar, yet different, older van. Chay and I are in the middle seats, and we drive for a mundane moment. Until, we pull into a building and a dream becomes a dream. 

We’re in a tunnel, and before I know it we’ve blasted off, through some worm-hole time tunnel thing. I open my eyes for a second, and it’s a glittering kaleidoscopic other world, seen in yesteryear, too beautiful to stare at. I close my eyes, losing my breath, and reach for my boy’s hand. It’s there I can feel it through the mitten, so real, how soft the loose material is, how it slides on his little fingers in my grip, so real. 

3 thoughts on “1.15.18 (a brief sketch of self, across the space time continuum, two paragraphs, mittens) 

    1. It was a delightful example of synchronicity, my wife sent it to me after I’d written the dream up and posted it, before she was even aware of post. Was taken up at her work. Seemed a holy announcement of stirring Spring to us (maybe produced by enveloping cabin-fever).

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