awakening from a dream, in which I and many friends.....still alive at that time.... were frolicking in the garden behind my home.....exhausted, from play, we passed out in the grass.....then, I awakened.....over a half century later....and looked in the mirror........all the memories, compressed into my brain's labyrinthine memory circuits, began to unravel in the light of present tense, probably a result of having heard of 2 friends that had stokes, recently, and getting the results of a neurological test that showed octopus-like tendrils wrapping around nerves, binding them to tendons in my fingers......after some psychological adjustments and time-tempering with sudden reality, I'm back in the Now.....tearing up a bit, as Sandy Denny's recording of "Who Knows Where The TIme Goes" plays on the under-counter DVD player.. Well, it surely isn't slowing down for us old folks......At least, I've always been a good Dreamer......If not much of a Sleeper.......
