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Oct 16, 2019
This morning I woke from a terrible dream.
My wife had my three oldest children in tow as they walked through the entrance of some generic, middle-america shopping mall.
My youngest, just three years old, held my hand as I watched the rest of our family approach the entrance to, what I somehow knew in the dream to be, a horrible demise. There was a nine-eleven, Aurora Colorado feel to the air. Just an overwhelming sense of imminence.
I yelled for them to come back to me. They smiled back and waved.
I screamed that they were in danger while my youngest boy tugged at my hand, wanting to go with his mother.
If I moved closer to intervene, physically, it would have endangered our baby. If I didn't they were all certainly lost.
My brain snapped awake as they walked through the entrance. And I knew I had to go to work and stand the watch. To somehow pretend that I was sane enough to serve the public when they cried for help from the rivers.
But all I wanted to do was to kiss my wife, hold my children.
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