Dream of: 23 April 1994 "Walking That Walk"
It was morning and I was standing on the front porch of a house where Louise and I were living, a house which resembled the Fifth Street House. It occurred to me that even though Louise and I were living in the same house, we never saw nor spoke to each other. Since I thought we might not continue to live together long, I thought I would like to give her the dreams which I had written in which she had appeared over the years. Once before, a long time ago, I had given her copies of dreams in which she had appeared. I thought I might assemble only the dreams in which she had appeared since the last time I had given her the dreams. But then I decided it would be better to simply assemble all the dreams in which she had appeared, even the ones which I had already given her, and present them all to her. I could simply call Louise up and ask her out to lunch. Then when I met her, I could give her the dreams. She could do whatever she wanted with the dreams. But I thought I had a duty, and obligation, which I needed to discharge, and I should do it.
Still debating whether I should give Louise the dreams, I looked down the street, saw a woman dressed in red standing there, and thought it must be Louise. Since I was getting ready to leave the house to go to school, and she was in the direction where I was headed, I walked out onto the sidewalk and began jogging toward her. As I jogged along, I thought to myself that if I would simply do half the things which I was supposed to do, that would be much more than I did now. At present I didn't even do half of what I was supposed to do.
As I jogged along, I began singing a little song. The song went, "Walking that walk, doing that talk...."
Even though I was jogging slowly, I began to feel tired. I didn't jog much anymore; it was good for me to be out jogging like this.
The closer I came to the woman standing at the end of the street, the smaller she became. When I finally reached her, she was only about 20 centimeters tall. She looked almost like a toy. I now saw she wasn't Louise, and I just jogged on by her.
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