Gizmo's Dream 1.8
It was so clear Traveler, I dreamed about one or two of the guys I went to college with. We have sort of stayed in touch, social media and all, but not really.
I was attending some meeting, big thing, wearing a suit and you know what that takes. Maria and I got separated, we were going to meet up at lunch. I found a snack bar, but no way that was where lunch was. On the elevator with two guys, they looked blank when I asked about the cafeteria, then the elevator stops at the 8th floor, they both get out, it is the cafeteria floor, gringos!
In this long line, get a tray, I am sliding it along the rail, somehow I don't get food. They did have beer though, I love a beer for lunch, though Maria says I shouldn't. I hear Maria call my name, Hector, she's over there somewhere, find her, she's not sitting with, but close to, one of my old roommates from college. Somebody pushed a plate of food over to me, it is apparently not in short supply on the mainland.
I think we both wanted to talk, my old friend and I, but were both inclined to keep it really superficial.
"So, how you been all these years?
Fine, it's been good."
I sensed he was damaged in some way, we were so young, so alive, a lot of water . . .
Has, passed under the dam, finished Traveler. May I ask why you didn't stay close? I know you guys used to get together to meet a couple times per year.
Traveler, it is mystifying, I knew we wouldn't stay together. We had a lot in common, favored the Social Justice party platform, concern for the planet and the life forms on it. But I was a practicing Catholic, I guess that sounds funny, what with the smugglerines and all, but it is hard to explain what it is like to have your entire country turn away and ignore the plight of our island nation. Puerto Rico, got almost no help after the hurricane, we had to find ways to make a living just to receive food and water, living life low on Maslow's pyramid. Smugglerines were in demand and I could build them. And a lot of good has been done with them, isn't just bringing in opiates.
Gizmo, I understand smugglerines, after you met your old friend in the dream, what happened? I pulled up next to him and we tried to talk. The young guys around us suddenly got loud, I asked if they could take it down a notch and they started to get hostile. Next thing I know, my friend is quoting from a show they had all seen the night before, they even tried one of the songs, it was close to awful, but they ended up best buds. They even all took a picture together, I found out when social media told me I was tagged, fortunately I'm in the back.
We took a walk, told Maria I would catch her in the room, we tried to talk, but so much time had gone by. He had lived without God, and was bitter, cynical, about a few things. I tried to reach out, I understand, tried to explain what happened in Puerto Rico, but that I knew God had a plan for my life despite the circumstances.
I guess I knew then, and was reminded in my dream, I walked a different road than my schoolmates and we are all many miles down that road. Doubt this is what Frost intended, but:
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
After the dream I woke up at 0400, but I was fully rested, so I got out of bed. Found him on social media, he had just posted, he is the sort of guy, that posts maybe twice a year. I responded with a comment, how knows, maybe, just maybe it is the start of something. Traveler, may I ask you a question?
Sure Gizmo, shoot.
You are just out of college, do you stay in touch with those folks?
No Gizmo, I guess it is the same story. I have walked with God all of my life. I hear and know, study, meditate and pray. The techno-elites, they see quite correctly they are above the general population, but they somehow think they have no need for God, so I have quietly pursued my own path. I know the sign on the church, you are now entering the mission field, and I try to help when I can, try to have my life be an example, but all of my senses tell me it is the road far less traveled that I must walk.
I was attending some meeting, big thing, wearing a suit and you know what that takes. Maria and I got separated, we were going to meet up at lunch. I found a snack bar, but no way that was where lunch was. On the elevator with two guys, they looked blank when I asked about the cafeteria, then the elevator stops at the 8th floor, they both get out, it is the cafeteria floor, gringos!
In this long line, get a tray, I am sliding it along the rail, somehow I don't get food. They did have beer though, I love a beer for lunch, though Maria says I shouldn't. I hear Maria call my name, Hector, she's over there somewhere, find her, she's not sitting with, but close to, one of my old roommates from college. Somebody pushed a plate of food over to me, it is apparently not in short supply on the mainland.
I think we both wanted to talk, my old friend and I, but were both inclined to keep it really superficial.
"So, how you been all these years?
Fine, it's been good."
I sensed he was damaged in some way, we were so young, so alive, a lot of water . . .
Has, passed under the dam, finished Traveler. May I ask why you didn't stay close? I know you guys used to get together to meet a couple times per year.
Traveler, it is mystifying, I knew we wouldn't stay together. We had a lot in common, favored the Social Justice party platform, concern for the planet and the life forms on it. But I was a practicing Catholic, I guess that sounds funny, what with the smugglerines and all, but it is hard to explain what it is like to have your entire country turn away and ignore the plight of our island nation. Puerto Rico, got almost no help after the hurricane, we had to find ways to make a living just to receive food and water, living life low on Maslow's pyramid. Smugglerines were in demand and I could build them. And a lot of good has been done with them, isn't just bringing in opiates.
Gizmo, I understand smugglerines, after you met your old friend in the dream, what happened? I pulled up next to him and we tried to talk. The young guys around us suddenly got loud, I asked if they could take it down a notch and they started to get hostile. Next thing I know, my friend is quoting from a show they had all seen the night before, they even tried one of the songs, it was close to awful, but they ended up best buds. They even all took a picture together, I found out when social media told me I was tagged, fortunately I'm in the back.
We took a walk, told Maria I would catch her in the room, we tried to talk, but so much time had gone by. He had lived without God, and was bitter, cynical, about a few things. I tried to reach out, I understand, tried to explain what happened in Puerto Rico, but that I knew God had a plan for my life despite the circumstances.
I guess I knew then, and was reminded in my dream, I walked a different road than my schoolmates and we are all many miles down that road. Doubt this is what Frost intended, but:
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
After the dream I woke up at 0400, but I was fully rested, so I got out of bed. Found him on social media, he had just posted, he is the sort of guy, that posts maybe twice a year. I responded with a comment, how knows, maybe, just maybe it is the start of something. Traveler, may I ask you a question?
Sure Gizmo, shoot.
You are just out of college, do you stay in touch with those folks?
No Gizmo, I guess it is the same story. I have walked with God all of my life. I hear and know, study, meditate and pray. The techno-elites, they see quite correctly they are above the general population, but they somehow think they have no need for God, so I have quietly pursued my own path. I know the sign on the church, you are now entering the mission field, and I try to help when I can, try to have my life be an example, but all of my senses tell me it is the road far less traveled that I must walk.
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