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Dream began with me in a large, sunny room. Kind of like my current sun room except this room was on the second floor of a building unknown to me in waking life. I’m going around closing drawers when I realize a squirrel has scampered inside from the house, using the drawers or wardrobes as a portal. Since Leah hates squirrels, I was afraid of her finding out. As for me, the squirrels could come and go as they please. I shoo’ed a few away, others got pets from me.

The dream changed where I was someplace Colorado-esque. I heard there was a Toys ‘R Us about 4 miles away and I wanted to ride my bike there to check out the toys. My ride was a little kids bike, yet I managed to pedal with some discomfort. At one intersection there were fat kids playing with colorful balls, tossing them over the street, kicking them around, when the crossing guard told me that my biological father died. This almost woke me, but I continued riding around and ruminating upon my own life and my feelings towards him.

Chris S.
Anomalist, esperantist, cyclist, typist, dodecaphile, ailurophile, and oneiromancer. Chris lives near the shore with his wife, cats, and the Jersey Devil in his backyard.

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