21 Jul 2024
Dream
I'm in the woods behind my childhood house and I'm 6 years old. I bring my rocking chair, a blanket, and a juice box with me, and set up camp at a tree that has a defined hole about 3 feet up from the ground, where a miniature owl is living, and that owl talks to me telekinetically about how he's feeling, and always wants to know how my day was. As I'm there, I notice an imaginary fox, and I hear a lion roar, but never actually see the lion. Where most people would feel fear at a lion roar, I didn't feel fear so much as curiosity; and if the owl was beside me, I knew I'd be safe.
I knew my parents would me upset if I came home late, so when it started getting dark out, I'd look at my naked wrist, and know exactly what time it was, down to the minute. Instinctually. I'd run home and make it just in time, then fall asleep on the couch in the living room watching Dick Van Dyke with my dad.