When Art imitates life imitating life.

 

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Walden Pond, 2017

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I had a dream, last night. I returned to a favorite spot – Walden Pond. This time, I arrived, alone and along an unmarked, previously untravelled path. I didn’t know I was there ’til I saw dark, brownish-gray water popping through evergreen and heard summer laughter.

The laughter turned to, “Oh, no,”‘s.

My lush path parted and I was right next to the other Walden Pond visitors. Now, I saw what they were looking at with both wonder and concern.

Giant rocks jumped out of the water, seemingly spontaneous and unprompted. It was interesting at first. Then, the rocks erupted more intensely and approached all of us visitors, pond side. I recall a moment to pause, thinking something deep within the pond is causing this rupture.

We ran for cover. I was the only one that knew the secret path. I thought of those I left behind. I thought of my selfishness. Soon, the only thing that I could think about was running back home to my partner and daughter.

Sometimes, I wake thinking, our dreams are vivid allegories.

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