Time Travel
My dreams for the past few months have been very heavy. Skies on fire, buildings burning, black smoke enveloping the city, alien space crafts looming and crashing (the aliens themselves are never seen if they exist at all), rays of fire. Last Sunday I had the lightest dream I'd had in some time: I accidentally saved over a very important file at work. I woke up screaming.
But last night I had a different kind of dream. I had traveled back in time to 1979. I was in Corning, NY. At night, and near a kind of shopping plaza. Not quite like they're set up in suburban northeast. I found my dad. I said "Hey! Chris Black! I know you!" and we chatted a bit. He played guitar for me.
But last night I had a different kind of dream. I had traveled back in time to 1979. I was in Corning, NY. At night, and near a kind of shopping plaza. Not quite like they're set up in suburban northeast. I found my dad. I said "Hey! Chris Black! I know you!" and we chatted a bit. He played guitar for me.