Dream Journal
I was a man and had just bought a nice piece of land far from town. Almost immediately my land flooded. I brought in load after load of dirt to fill it in. As soon as it was looking good I went for a drive with my small daughter.
A man tried to give me a wad of money. I felt like I knew him and the reason he was giving me money, but couldn’t quite pinpoint it. I tried to refuse, but he insisted.
On the drive home in my buggy I stopped by a power line that was laden with snow and hanging dangerously low. The man who gave me money was stopped ahead of me. We both reached out our windows, grabbed the low line, and shook the snow from it.
Then the man was gone and the scene replayed: I reached out and shook the snow from the line. He had never really been there. I had been alone the entire time.