Photo credit: Pamela Cain "Claremont balcony" For my Children " All of life's great adventures are sprinkled with pain " Tuesday March 28: As I departed my house backing out of my driveway I realized that after a long of work day in the cold, I was exhausted. This was only the opening to the second act of day. 6pm on a Tuesday, and I was leaving for spring break. Freshly shorn; winter beard gone, and the mop of on my head cut short. I was feeling lighter, and ready for warm weather. As I slowly backed out the driveway my Mom called, and no matter my situation I try to always answer her. It was good to hear her voice and I kept her on the line as I drove to the bank. I extracted $300 emergency travel cash. Our lively conversation kept rolling all the way to Suttons Bay, when something in our words reminded me that I was supposed to bring Colin’s medication. I told her I had to go, and quickly made a U-turn to drove back to Northport. At 7pm...
The dream was more of a static vision than a linear situation. In the seen there were shapeless bodies of brilliant light floating in nothing but air and dust, and with them were old dirty cherub like angels. The objects of light were breathtaking to behold and they were the souls of man. In this seen the dust would contaminate and collect on the souls, marring their brilliance, and slowly killing them, much like a cavity kills a tooth. The angels were clearly there to help, but were obviously resentful of the beauty owned by the souls of men.
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