{March 15 1988, (Greg is 15)}
Before I can smash the window, a
flood of water wipes away the ten year older Greg. He disappears,
like someone shaking an “Etch a Sketch”. Only puddles of water are
left. Is this when I go crazy? Was he a spirited ghost? Should I follow
the direction of the wave? Now I
am shaken.
Hypnagogia article in Wikipedia.
By the sea shore. The sea breaks into the land, flooding everything. Then the dreamer is sitting on a lonely island. Jung, C. G. Dreams. New York: MJF, 1974. Print. pg 122
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