Dreaming

I have very vivid dreams. Some I remember, many more I don't. Last night I dreamt that Grandpa and Grandma Bolima, who were never together during my lifetime, were reunited. Both were happy, Grandpa Bolima especially. He was wearing his trademark gray suit and hat, with a white shirt, and dark blue necktie.

The time was my high school years as Walt Gary appeared in the dream to ask when the next school newspaper was coming out. The odd thing is remember thinking how much better my layout would be because I had computer desktop publishing. In 1973 there was no such thing, except in my dream.