March 5, 2006: I find the mother, finally, in the dream.
I’ve been looking for her, during the last week’s dreams.
I grabbed onto her; twining my arms and legs with hers, so that she cannot flee from me.

For a moment, so short, she grips me back.

She does not struggle; but she does leave my grasp, pointing towards the horizon. Her face and body grow younger, and whole. She leaves me... as a child; her face, also, turning to blazing light; becoming unrecognizable, to us.

She then flies toward the sun; the middle sun on the horizon, avoiding the false stars, homing in on the true reward. She is gone towards the correct place and I am left to repent. We are left with living and I am left with tears, small victories and regret. I watch her fly away, threading a path between the monsters and the monoliths...
“Mom?...”


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My father and I watched the documentary “Grizzly Man”, last night. Another thing that my father and I agree upon: that
poor, tortured, paranoid idiot, Timothy Treadwell was
understandably killed by a Grizzly bear.

Not that we are assholes; it’s just that we like and appreciate
bears.


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