For Wilshire Baptist Church
I’ve been writing down my dreams lately because they’ve become so strange. I don’t know if that’s the result of age or medication or simply an overactive imagination. Whatever the reason, I’ve started a log — a late-night diary of sorts.
I’ve always had vivid dreams. My first published writing was in a Richardson ISD anthology of student stories and poems titled “Imagination ’67.” Written directly from a dream, my story told about getting pulled down the bathroom sink drain by the Devil and ending up as the main ingredient in a boiling pot of soup. I was in the second grade and the dream was not so much a nightmare as a Dr. Seuss tale of my own making.
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