Jan 18

tn_SCAN0312This is the second night in a week that I’ve dreamed about him.  I don’t know why I’m not writing these things down.  It’s been hard for me to sit down and focus lately.  And I guess some things I just want to avoid.

In the first dream, he was in our basement prepping for his annual Superbowl party.  Food was everywhere, covering the counters, the bar…  It looked as if he was expecting an Army.  I knew that my mom and sister wouldn’t be coming but decided I would be staying.  He seemed happy that I was there and I didn’t want him to be alone.

tn_SCAN0313Last night I passed him while walking with a group of people.  They were friends from high school, but we were all our current age…grown men.  Wherever we were, the feel was as though it was a school campus again, like Northglenn, and there was something going on that gave cause to the crowds walking to and fro in the outside are where we were standing. His presence was dominant and friendly; he was there and in charge; we were on his turf.  I was happy to see him.  He was glad to see me too, all of us.

Then he walked away.

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