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Outrageous Thoughts of Babble
by Peter Knight

 
Sandy Beaches I noticed that I have been having a reoccurring dream for as long as a few years now. Last week was the last occurrence.  I was awoken during the midst of things, only to fall back asleep again in the darkened bedroom.

The dream portrayed Brooklyn, my home town, as a busy metropolis, similar to that of the black and white B flick Flash Gordon television shows of years passed. David Chan’s and my family journeyed toward the countryside to get away from the hustle and bustle for a little while. I looked to him and he seemed small. I looked to his brother, Robert, and he seemed small too. I looked at my arms, then body, and I seemed small. I looked and noticed the adults seeming big. David, Robert, and I, were kids again.

We travel on a highway along side the bay. En route, we notice an oasis by the side. There is a small makeshift amusement park spotted on the beach. We find ourselves playing in the sand there. Once again, we are waiting for one of the rides to open up. Maybe we will ride on one this time. We almost did the last time we were here. We play in the sand and wait – either until a ride opens up or until our parents come get us. We continue to play in the sand.

That is all.

This week – I remember a photo in one of my parent’s photo album of David, Robert, and me playing in the sand at Coney Island when we were little.