I Married the Face From a Decade of Dreams
Since my teens, one unfamiliar face kept appearing in my dreams — always at a blue door. At thirty-one, a rental viewing put me in front of that door, and he opened it.
Since my teens, one unfamiliar face kept appearing in my dreams — always at a blue door. At thirty-one, a rental viewing put me in front of that door, and he opened it.
Three nights running I dreamed of overhead bins bursting open over seat 14C. I swapped my boarding pass at the gate — and met the turbulence from my dream on the news.
The pond was frozen solid and every kid was out on it. A cold certainty told me to get my daughter off, now. I did. Ninety seconds later the ice cracked open exactly where she had been standing.