Posted by dreamer on August 21, 2001, at 18:22:56
In reply to A vision ..., posted by Willow on August 21, 2001, at 1:13:06
> It finally rained today, a soft rain, fell like a heavy mist. Suprisingly puddles formed on the ground. My two youngest were out for awhile digging little trenches between the puddles joining them to each other. And I watched from the safety of my window dreaming and wondering, what if?
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> I wonder how often we do that, or even if anyone else has done it. I don't like to think that I'm the only one who has ever wondered about a stranger. Built them up in my mind, gave the smile a voice and the eyes a real personality.
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> Then when a stranger finally speaks up to say that they have wondered that way about me years ago, but didn't tell me I question how I would have reacted. Funny to think back to how I felt alone and to know that I wasn't. I wonder if my dream will ever know how strongly I felt.
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> Where did those childhood friends disappear to? The ones that I played with in the puddles. Perhaps they are now the strangers on the street and I don't even recognize them anymore. How can a memory be so dear to us? But now my dreams aren't of childish games anymore, but gentle carresses and whispers of endearments.
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> And I wonder why we don't see adults playing in the mud, when there are warm summer rains? Oh what a vision that would make, to see eveyone happy!
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> Sweet Dreams to you all, especially my stranger!
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> ps the mind can be a cruel mistress
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