I’m on a flight of stairs going up. I’m just one step short of the landing but can’t get over that last step no matter how hard i try. Gravity is so strong i can barely move my arms and legs. I go back down a few steps and everything is normal again. I don’t know what to do so i sit down at the top step to think. Somebody (?Scott?) comes up the stairs and asks me why i’m sitting. I explain i don’t have the energy to cross that last step and he sits down next to me as if to wait it out with me.
Andy Brown (like he looked in high school), is walking along the side of a two-lane country road. There’s a three-board fence to his right, the road to his left. I’m walking in the opposite direction and when we meet i notice he’s holding something. I think it’s a kitten.
Denny is in his old blue ‘57 Corvette. I get in to the passenger seat and we drive. The wind on my face is cold but it feels good. Denny looks exactly like he did when i last saw him but i’m my current age. I wonder where we’re going but mostly i just want to get out of the car.
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