We tried again for a nighttime stroll on the beach. As with last time, we had only to get away from the street and the streetlamps, near to the top of the dune, and our night-blind eyes registered only a … Continue reading
Dreamed I was on one side of the street, looking on as some sort of picnic or otherwise friendly get-together progressed across the street. No one I knew, so the specifics didn’t concern me, just that there were a good number of people, food, wooden tables, perhaps a nearby storefront. A little bit to the side of them was my Grandma, the one who died a while ago, but she looked like she used to, before she got really sick. Curly grey hair, round face, glasses. She was wearing one of those old polyester 1970’s shirts I used to like to steal from her when I was a teenager. This one was a very dark blue-almost-black with silver/white lily pattern, long sleeves, maybe a tie of some sort at the neck. She saw me from across the street, reached out to me, waved, “Welcome back to the real world, kiddo.”
And very suddenly I was awake in my bed again, and only a couple minutes had passed since I lay down in the first place.