What if dreams are an intersection between this reality and another reality? What if they are a place where you see your life or the lives of others taking turns other than the ones that happen in this world? What if these are moments in time when your person crosses paths with another you from the same time in a different world?

The things that are happening in dreams are really happening—just not here. I have often had this thought but never attempted to write it down.

Maybe dreams seem so real because they are. Maybe they are glimpses into your very own bizarro universe. Maybe they are your realizations of your very own doppelganger.

I was in almost the exact same situation as the one David Ludwig was facing. I was the newly-legal boyfriend of the the mid-teen girl. We also had a secret, sexual relationship that, when discovered, resulted in my being forbidden from seeing her. When you are seventeen or eighteen years old, it is the end of your world.

Fortunately enough for me, I did not grow up around (nor have access to) a large cache of weapons because at that age, lacking the decision-making ability I possess now, who knows how it would have turned out. Instead, she just snuck out to see me every time the opportunity presented itself. It softened the blow tremendously.

This isn’t meant to condone the taking of Kara Borden’s parents’ lives. That is inexcusable. I am extremely thankful I didn’t resort to something stupid like that in my own life. We rode it out and on the morning of her eighteenth birthday, she packed up what was left of her things and left home while her mother was at work. It was both scary and exciting.

That was thirteen years ago this past September.

Yesterday afternoon I hurt my back lifting a generator out of the back of my vehicle. Actually, the problem wasn’t so much with the lifting as much as it was the half inch raise in the garage floor and my walking backward. My shoe caught on the uneven pavement and I started to tip. Not wanting to be crushed under the generator, I started to turn and the monstrosity’s momentum extended my back a little more than it is used to.

I followed that up with moving a 42 inch television down a flight of stairs and a huge wooden cabinet up a flight of stairs.

Surprisingly, I feel pretty good this morning. Let’s see what kind of damage I can bring on this evening. There are still beds that need to be switched all around and some more large cabinets to shuffle about the house.