Dreaming

Monday, 17 September 2018

The foundation being rebuilt. Each stone has been marked so that it will be the same as it once was. It’s kind of a three-dimensional puzzle with a few pieces missing and others broken and weathered so they don’t fit like they should.

One of the workers, at the end of the day, allowed me to ride on the side of his truck. Just like in Back to the Future but minus the hoverboard. Once I hopped on, I realized I was fulfilling a lifelong dream. A small dream but a dream nonetheless.

Some of my other dreams:
-Enter or exit a room to the USA chant.
-Be physically threatened by the teachers union.
-Befriend a wild wolf in the wild.
-Really piss off a large group of people and then relish in it.
-Someone says, “You are what you eat.” I reply with, “No, who we are is much more than that.”
-Someone says something about there being an issue with the roads and I reply: Roads? Where we’re going we don’t need roads.

Oh, and I’d like my last words to be: The pirate treasure– it’s buried…

I suppose Abraham Lincoln’s final words were of laughter, which is pretty good if you think about it. (And if you count laughter as words.)

Now if you look very closely you’ll see a happy dog sitting inside this massive collection of metal.

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I think the dog is living out his dreams. Being on a farm and all. He also eats very well.

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