Sunday, June 11

I dreamt I was dreaming

He was on the opposite bank and the dirty water was raging between us.

He was racing up and down, yelling obscenities and looking for a point to cross by himself.

There was none that he could see.

It was too dangerous.

Then I see myself
building a bridge, out of nothing - out of stuff lying around - maybe even given to me by others, the target of his fury.

Then I helicopter up and see I'm on an island in the middle of the stream and its the people who are on opposite banks from each other.

So there's a third side to the river? And I'm a bridge builder - is that what I have become?

And my 'nothing', closer up, turns out to be something after all.

I've had dreams before.

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