Time Traveling with my Son

 

I dreamed this morning that I was with my 17 year old son on a hill overlooking a high school.  He was a bit despondent and said he would like to turn back time 7 years.  Somehow this was possible and I asked if he was sure about such a momentous decision.  He assured me that he was and I agreed to come with him and share the experience.

My thoughts ran along the lines of what he and I could do differently with this added time and foreknowledge that would be ours.  I mentioned something to him offhandedly about being more aggressive on the basketball court in order to gain more success.  I really didn’t think about myself and what I might do as 7 years didn’t seem like much at my age.

So the decision was made and in the distance beyond the high school the sky began to blossom into what appeared to be a pink and red energy field with crackling tendrils.  I wondered if it might be radioactive or harmful to us in some way and I suggested we run into the high school for some protection.  Elias refused and it enveloped us.

I found myself standing over him in his old room in our old house.  He was now 10 and no longer taller than me.  In a kind of dazed disbelief I tried to tousle his hair with an aggressive rub but it was too short for that.  He looked up at me with a smile but there was a sadness in his eyes.  We had done the unimaginable and there was no going back.

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