A dream it was all a great strange dream.
Long ago I imagined that all my life was a dream. A brief dream I was having as a child. Even my posting right night on a rainy night in June 2018 is part of the dream.
I'll awake. I'm in a bunkbed. My brother asleep below me.
It's winter I can see snow in the back yard.
I'm seven. It's January 1958.
I dreamed in fine detail a whole history.
I hear my dog "Brownie" padding about below.
My dad getting ready to go to work.
School I have to go to school.
I have the experiences, memories of a lifetime.
60 future years.
This is going to be interesting.
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