Hypnopompic hallucinations. No, there are no drugs involved. You might have experienced them, even if you’ve never heard of ’em. Because they can occur in that transitional time between sleep and fully waking up. And they don’t have to include scenes of terror. After all, it’s not like everything in life mimics Stephen King books. My hypnopompic hallucinations almost always involve music. And I … The rest of the story…
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It used to be (and it might still be if it was allowed to be) you could give a little boy a stick, and he could entertain himself for hours. That was true of a ball. And a tree. And a backyard. Everything had the potential to be transformed into homemade toys. All that was required was imagination. But imagination has waned. And homemade … The rest of the story…
Yesterday I wrote about a nostalgic memory. And I talked about June bugs. If you didn’t catch that post, check it out. But now I want you to think back in your own life. And go as far back in your past as you can. Because I want you to see yourself as small as possible. OK, are you there yet? Way, way back to … The rest of the story…