I will conclude this small slice of Non-fiction/Fiction by stating that in the seventeen years since that dream, I have never had another one that included my Father. Nor have I ever had another in that series of dreams of that constantly changing A-Frame, sitting on the side of that beautiful mountain. It seems as though, for the time being, that those amazingly insightful dreams are lost somewhere in the vast recesses of my ever evolving sub-conscience. Or perhaps that was just the last time my Father and I will ever have another one of those late night, soul-revealing visits.
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