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In the Dark

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A Rock No More

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Tnerb

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This is NOT comic related, other than the path I described is what I sued to walk to the comic book shop. This is just something I had to share after the bad new received today.

I had a dream this afternoon. During my slumber I dreamed of a location that I went to many times in my youth. This area was wooded, beautiful and serene. I walked this path between the ages of six until I was in my late teens. The only reason why this path existed was because so many people used it. This path crossed through a portion of water, a small stream making it's way into the larger portion of PennyPack Creek. Over the years it went from a steady flow, until only the dry bed remained.

My dream consisted of a rock, a steady sturdy red rock that we stepped on time after time again to keep us from getting out feet wet was we crossed. However, in this dream the bedrock was no longer dry has it had become, but a steady current flowed. This amount of water finally erode around the red stone and I was there to watch as the rock that held my footing fr so many years rolled away in the torrential currents. The land was dry, rain was not the cause of duress. It only flipped once and sunk further under the water disappearing from sight.

The dream eroded by the erratic ring tone of breaking glass. The number unrecognizable, even if I was fully awake. A voice unknowable asked if I was who I was. And then the bad news happened. For five years I have known a man, a man who I never would have had the good grace to ever meet if it wasn't for a mistake made in my life. It was a lawyer who called to inform me that this man had died. Apparently, I was the second executor on his will. I don't know what to do yet, but I had toast to his memory and I am waiting for the emotional confusion to subside.

The creek bed I spoke of is still there, empty and bare, the rock I traversed has been unused since the path became altered. But I wonder what that dream meant, if anything, when a rock, a foundation is moved to it's final resting place.

Thanks for Reading

Tnerb

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