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Had a strange dream last night. Found myself walking through our old neighborhood near my Dad's house but everything looked out of place. The tree's and shrubs were smaller, houses kept up and the cars were very old. Saw a mint condition 1973 Opel GT parked across the street that practically looked brand new and all the vehicles on the street were over 30 years old. Went into the college bookstore and saw friends I watched over the years get old but they were in their 20's. Couldn't figure it out. Finally I asked a lady, knowing how ridiculous it sounded but didn't care, "What year is it?" She and another looked puzzled like I couldn't be serious so I asked again, "What year is it?" "It's 1989," they said. Wow, sure enough, it was the Summer of 1989, my Dad had died in April but my Grandfather was still alive. My brothers and I were still living in my Dad's house. Life was carefree. My friends were young again. I felt unencumbered and easy going, light on my feet without stress with everything ahead of me. It was a do-over. Being from 2017 wasn't worth the discussion, so I just relished in the moment of recaptured youth. I thought of the saying, "If I knew then what I know now!" In a way I am starting over. Tired of being retired, bored, I got to thinking what Darkness wrote last week about people I met, he said to the effect that they were a particular reality, and that living in my own mind was not reality. Yeah, I need people, action, activity so I applied for a job in December, passed several tests and interviews and start tomorrow. Considering the dream, it's not going to be about me or pain or overcoming, I'm going to make it about promise... 1989 was a good year!
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