Had a dream the other night. Standing outside a men's room on the beach; the structure was a rather taupe, sandy color, bricks and stucco. Like most public restrooms in government parks the doorway was actually a little curly-cue. I stood facing the building, the ocean to my back. The doorway was positioned so that one would exit from the side and then - by virtue of a well-placed wall - hang a left out toward the beach.
This was a short dream. I stood there for a moment and out walked a boy of five or six, wearing blue overalls, his hair a dusty blond. He had a contemplative disposition that usually doesn't show in kids until their teen years. He walked out and to me, and said nothing. Yet, I knew he was my son.
End of dream.
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