CIRCLE THE WAGONS
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What happening?
is
I'm flying through a tunnel of light.
Where it
is going?
I'm not sure. I don't feel like I'm me. I feel like I don't have a body. I see something up ahead. Okay, wait. Okay, never mind I'm somewhere now. I'm standing in cool grass. There are trees all around. We're on a plateau or something.
We?
Yes, there are many of us here. Did I not mention that? There are a whole bunch. Everyone looks familiar to me, but I don't think I know them. They seem to know me. Everyone shakes my hand and smiles and says they are happy we're all together. I don't understand it. Also, no one is wearing any shirts. That's...weird. I don't know. The grass is in a perfect circle. Everyone goes to the edge and we sit in a big thing like we're going to play Telephone or something. Boy, girl, boy, girl, boy, girl, they alternate seating positions. There is an older couple. Not old, but older than the rest. They remain standing. The man holds up several pieces of paper and some writing utensils. While he's doing that the woman is talking. But I can't hear her. She's all the way on the other side. It's muffled like the adults in old cartoons. "Wah-dah-wah wah-wah-da-da." Then they sit down and the paper and pens get passed around. Each person writes something then passes it along. Everyone laughs. They're having a good time. When the paper gets to me I don't know what to do. I can't read what's already been written either. The girl next to me takes the pen and paper out of my hand and pretends to write on it before handing it back. She's telling me what I'm supposed to do, but how am I supposed to write if I can't see what it says? I think she could hear my thoughts because she waves her hand like, "Don't worry about that." So I do it. I scribble something. I try really hard to think in words and write in words, but I can't be sure that it's happening. When I'm done there's just this blurry grey jagged line there. I hesitate, then pass it along. The person I gave it to reads whatever I wrote out loud. Everybody laughs. I feel bad. But they pat me on the back and it seems like they are happy about it; about whatever it was. Finally the paper gets back around to the man and the woman. Everyone stands so I follow along with it. Next thing I know a mirror appears up at the tree line. There are lights going off infinitely into it. One at a time everyone steps through. I'm the second to last person to go. The only one left is the man. For once I hear what he says. He says, "Can't wait to meet you kid." I look at him and reply, "But we're meeting now." He shakes his head, smiling. He says, "Well yes, but not for another nine years." He pushes me into the mirror and...Woosh!
WAKE UP
Wait, who was that? I know him.
Of course you do.
Oh shit it was Sal. But we already know each other. What's this nine years thing?
This was not a new dream Jimmy. It was a regression.