Aloha to a real gone

A AquaZombie Member Thrillville Joined: Aug 01, 2003 Posts: 461	A AquaZombie Posted posted on Tue, Sep 14, 2010 3:20 PM That poem reminds me: Earlier this year I had a dream that I was swimming across a pool, and Bubba was paddling serenely alongside of me. When we reached the end of the pool, I lifted him up and out of the water onto the concrete, then I woke up. It was so vivid, I remember it like an actual event. This dream seems like a metaphor for my journey through life with him. I actually recounted this dream in my book A MERMAID DROWNS IN THE MIDNIGHT LOUNGE, and Bubba is in the book, too, though I call him "Buddy." I can't go swimming in our pool now, not for a while. I miss him too much.

That poem reminds me: Earlier this year I had a dream that I was swimming across a pool, and Bubba was paddling serenely alongside of me. When we reached the end of the pool, I lifted him up and out of the water onto the concrete, then I woke up. It was so vivid, I remember it like an actual event. This dream seems like a metaphor for my journey through life with him. I actually recounted this dream in my book A MERMAID DROWNS IN THE MIDNIGHT LOUNGE, and Bubba is in the book, too, though I call him "Buddy." I can't go swimming in our pool now, not for a while. I miss him too much.

Post #553805 by AquaZombie on Tue, Sep 14, 2010 3:20 PM