“Life is but a Dream”
Long ago I imagined that all my life was a dream. A dream I was having as a child. Even my posting right now on a sunny day in July 2021 is part of the dream. I’ll awake. I’m in my bunkbed. My brother John asleep below me. It’s winter I can see snow in the back yard. I’m eight. It’s January 1959. I hear our dog Brownie padding about below. My dad getting ready to go to work. School I have to go to school. I dreamed in fine detail a whole history. I have the experiences, memories of a lifetime. I hold more than 60 future years. Who to tell what to do?
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