If you’d have said I could go back and meet my 9 year old self I’d have said you were experiencing a high flu fever.

Attribute it to what you want but i swear I just did, as real as real can be at 330am this morning.

It was in a dream and in all my 64 years to date I never recall having had been given such a lucid albeit brief opportunity to unite my present day self with nine year old Donnie and my deceased father altogether along one dreamscape during which I was acutely aware not to squander such a moment.

Nine year old Donnie was crouched alone preoccupied underneath a table at a bowling alley where he’d been left many times before while mom was in a nearby bingo lounge.

I reached down and scooped me/him up and into my arms from that same floor where in an earlier present day dream, my 64 year old self ran up to and had been scooped up and into the arms of my own dad for a long hug and embrace after so many years apart.

The significance of these side by side dreams is still emerging as I try now to document details of both accounts while fresh from the vivid lucid dreamscape.

I held little Donnie on my lap and hugged him while rushing to decide which of many advices to share with him from this elderly senior version while our time together ticked away might make the biggest difference for his future.

“Don’t ever do drugs,” and “be confident in yourself” were the first two that fell out of my mouth as we sat together eye to eye atop that table against the deafening sounds of the bowling alley in the background.

And as quickly as this meeting had afforded its opportunity, it left when the possibility I might pee the bed if I didn’t run off to the bathroom became apparent.

I have never experienced a dreamscape as healing before to my relationship with myself both then and now.