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October 09, 2001 - 9:55 a.m.

Strange dream

I have to get this on “paper.”

Son2 and I were on a bike ride together, in the late afternoon. We were headed to a party that he’d been invited to and really wanted to visit. The bike ride took a long time too. And no, we weren’t wearing helmets!

We finally got there, it was in an industrial part of town. It wasn’t in a house exactly; the place was more like the loading dock of a warehouse. The party was in full swing when we got there.

And it was not a “kid’s” party. Not even an adolescent’s one either. There were all adults there. They seemed to know Son2, who found a seat near the corner and blended into the surroundings. Two women were talking to me, small talk. I broke away and went over to Son2, and asked him if he would like to stay. He said yes, he seemed content but it was in a way that told me he wasn’t quite sure. I pressed, I insisted, trying to break through to what he really wanted to do. Nope, he wanted to stay.

I gave my cell phone number to one of the women there so they could reach me, and she wrote the number on a white un-inflated balloon. Before I left, reluctantly, I told Son2 I’d stop by an ATM and get him some cash and bring it back. He nodded agreeably as his eyes scanned the room for someone he knew.

I got back on my bike, and realized at that point I’d left my wallet at home. Damn!

Then the dream ended.







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