The Child Of My Dreams

Ok so I have not really posted in a while but I had this dream that I thought that some might find interesting.

So I am going out to California in a couple of weeks. So I was having a dream about the person who I am going to visit in California. This is all while he was still living in New Jersey. He was a single man at the time and for some reason we were at the mall and some how he was given a boy. I say it like that because I really do not remember the child being adopted. One of the things I remember is that the boy was standing there in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. His copper skin was shinning under the ugly lighting of the mall. His thin black, mop hair cut was perfect. His t-shirt was ruffled but his hair was perfect. He had that hair that no matter how much you played with it, no matter how much he shook his head his hair still fell down perfectly. Well for a while after that I spent so much time with the boy helping my friend with everything. After a while my friend had to move so he asked me to hold on to the boy. I know that is not the right phrase for a child but for some reason that is how I remember the dream. Then I remember raising the boy for months. The last thing I remember was being at the gym with another friend of mine. You should have heard me bragging about how my son had being doing all this stuff. How he could run really fast and how well he was doing in school...

I really did not think I wanted kids but now I am not so sure. But I think I would make a good dad don’t you. I know how to skip stones, make a whistle out of a blade of grass, I can whistle with the top part of an acorn. I can throw a boomerang. That’s a cool dad thing isn’t it?

As time goes by I wonder who I am more and more...


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