Dream Journey

This short story is based on an actual dream. It started as I was walking through grass and came across a trail that I decided to follow. I meet a gentleman along the way and we agreed that it was better to walk with someone. Along our trek, we talked about life and he had a lot of knowledge and wisdom that he shared. He queried me about my life that I had been reluctant to answer. I finally figured out who that person was. We continued our walk when we came to a crossroads that I had been to before. My friend asked me which road I had taken previously. I told him I went straight which I entered the Valley of Death, Psalm 23:4. Later we traveled to hell under his guidance. Returning to the crossroads we took the right trail on our final venture.

This short story is based on an actual dream. It started as I was walking through grass and came across a trail that I decided to follow. I meet a gentleman along the way and we agreed that it was better to walk with someone. Along our trek, we talked about life and he had a lot of knowledge and wisdom that he shared. He queried me about my life that I had been reluctant to answer. I finally figured out who that person was. We continued our walk when we came to a crossroads that I had been to before. My friend asked me which road I had taken previously. I told him I went straight which I entered the Valley of Death, Psalm 23:4. Later we traveled to hell under his guidance. Returning to the crossroads we took the right trail on our final venture.

Blair Larson - In the year 1945, I was born in Albert Lea, Minnesota, a town with a population of circa 17,000 people. My parents were hard workers in a meatpacking plant. My family attended church every Sunday. I went to Sunday school right after church. I was baptized as an infant and was confirmed in my early teens. The church was important to me during my late teens. Just before I joined the service my beliefs began to wane. I was in the United States Air Force I met some believers in Christ and I started to again believe. I wished I could say that ended my wavering but it did not. I still was a Christmas and Easter believer. I moved to Minneapolis, Minnesota until I got married and moved back to Albert Lea. My family went to church for a short time. Our marriage later dissolved and I again moved to Minneapolis. I met some Christians where I worked. I was invited to go to several Christian events, one the most memorable was evangelist Billy Graham, and I went down for an altar call and was a few feet from him. I still have had trouble with the wavering but I was getting better. The last church I attended closed its doors and it was one I enjoyed. Now I am seeking a home church that is bible-based. While at my last church I wrote Dream Journey. It started out just jotting my dream-thoughts. Occasionally I looked at what I have written, then rewrote the manuscript and it began to evolve into a short story. I remember that the dream, as it was the most vivid dream I ever had. It was one that I'll never forget. After I had written the story, my friends that had read thought I should share it.