December 15, 2006
Yesterdayís dream continues to fade but its strangeness lingers. In particular lingers the vision of a bright, smiling face, the face of a younger man that Iím sure I donít know. Perhaps he is a composite of many faces of those forgotten few, I knew too little, too long ago. In my dream his affection for me is a clear understanding between us and I feel no fear. I feel instead a magnetís pull. He is not the first such apparition to appear. Like him, all strangers to me, they vanish with realityís return, to eventually return another night reinvented.