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There was someone I met, a new friend, although I remember some kind of conflict started the relationship. It was closing time, late afternoon or something. Some shop, like a wicker basket shop or a wood shop or something. Can’t remember. I was in the parking lot. I was discussing something with this person. There was a sense of urgency. Then I was somewhere else. I felt the need to return to this new friend at some time soon. We had arranged to meet again soon -- perhaps we were on a mission or something. Maybe to exhange some information. The information or whatever had the utmost importance. Salvation of the world type of stuff.
Then old friends. Joe? Byro had a list of names, including my own, with comments written about them. Maybe they were things he remembered and enjoyed to remember about the person. Maybe they were ways the person had tried to help (in this great cause). In any case, it was too late for saving the world. The jig was up. Time was winding down. Other friends may have been there, but they disappeared. I sensed that they left abruptly in order to be where they wanted to be at the last moment. Perhaps with family, perhaps in some special place.
I followed Byro, or the person that had been Byro (you know how people morph into other people in dreams) -- but I really think it was still Byro, he was the last person with me -- toward an area nearby, or not too far away. There were buildings, a parklike-area, a lake and sandy beachfront area. The sun was still up, late afternoon-like. Byro walked to the edge of the lake. I knew time was almost up. I had promised to meet that person, and felt the pull to find him, but I knew there wasn’t enough time.
I walked, or looked, toward the parklike area. There were huge -- I mean, really really tall swings and I could see two people, appearing male and female, swinging in wide arcs in the sunlight. A picturesque moment, except the swings were really unusually tall, the arcs great sweeping arcs. They were still some way off, but close enough to hear me should I yell. I realized that one of them was my friend, who’s name came to me, “Chris!” I yelled, waving my arm. As he swung, he turned and recognized me, waving back. “Goodbye!” I yelled as a waved goodbye to him. I was happy that I was able to say goodbye to him. Then I turned and ran along the beach toward the lake. Time was nearly up. It was all ending.
Perhaps I said something, like “Well, that’s all we can do” or “That’s all she wrote”, as I noticed my friend and I jumped into the air at the edge of the sand, and while in the air I knew it would all end and I impossibly pulled myself back to land on the sand when I should have landed in the water. At that moment the world changed -- everything became duller, less bright, the colors of the world were muted, and my friend was gone, and I knew everyone was gone. Immediately I began to rise, against my will, and I was glad that I was still aware and that everything hadn’t disappeared even though everything was changed and everyone else had disappeared, perhaps to their own dimensions or death.
As I rose I tried to force myself down, without luck, and as I reached a height perhaps 10 or 20 stories up, I was scared and wondering where I was going and then shocked to see a girl down below, walking swiftly, and as I yelled down, trying to get her attention, I rose higher and higher and I was happy that someone was still there, that everyone wasn’t gone, and I kept rising and then woke up.