October 6, 2002 Sunday
On Sunday morning I dreamt that my best friend and I were looking at a moving picture he had taken of bats hanging from a high ceiling in a large room. The picture was real time. We could see the bats moving around. We were in a house my friend had lived in a long time ago.
The same Sunday morning my best friend dreamt he was behind the house he lived in back in the late sixties and early seventies. He discovered a huge fallen tree with a cavernous hollow interior. He watched bats on the high ceiling of the tree's interior.
Copyright 2010 Jon Maloney
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