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Joins him atop the waterfall.Can Stock Photo has now ceased operations.Īfter nearly 20 years in business we have been forced to make this very difficult decision and would like to thank our many thousands of talented contributors and customers for making it possible. He approaches this figure from behind and comes into him. He says he’s made of golden light, he sits at the top of the waterfall. He pauses and says “Yes I think it's me.” He starts to describe how it's expanding through his senses, he can hear more animals and birds now. I always love to hear about his waterfall so I ask him if there is anything new there. My Dad after hearing this dream starts to think about his waterfall, the one he visits in his mind during his meditations. I already knew it was his spot, you could just tell. We chat and I learn about how he comes there every day. He is kind and motions me over to sit with him in the sun. I realize I might be blocking his view so I turn to him and ask if it's okay to share the spot with him. I make my way up to him and face the sun. Kinda reminds me like how my dog charges up in the sun. I look over and there is an old man sitting on some cardboard up a ways, in a beautiful sun spot. I’m shocked, wet, cold, relieved I’m alive and on land. She sets up a hammock right on the edge and is content there, no fear. We got up the cliff edge, downriver from the falls, but still misty and disorienting. She was being reckless, downplaying this risk of this weird journey we were on and urging me to follow. I tell him that somehow we crossed the water. I have had so many dreams of him dying at this point, not even just recently…I remember years ago a big wave came and consumed him.

I always have dreams about bridges and crossing treacherous bodies of water in stressful ways, like my whole life, water rising, water rushing, crossing on some rickety ass bridge.

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“What were y’all doing at Niagara Falls?” I tell him I don’t really know how to explain. He follows up on this after he’s out of his room and sitting in the living room with me and my Mom. I mentioned I had a dream that me and my sister were at Niagara Falls. While I was getting my Dad in his chair, we were asking each other how we slept. All them crushed by the one with the big mouth that we named Big Mouth. Before that, I realized the baby birds in the Begonia plant died this morning. Our in-home nurse and I just helped my Dad get out of bed. I also dream and I am with a man, a stranger, but I know him in the dream- he is someone I ride the bus with everyday. We keep talking to the soup as if it is my Dad. My Dad dies and becomes a huge pot of soup on the stove, me and my sister are taking turns stirring it.

I yell back trying to convince him this is really happening right now. My uncle lashes out at me in his disbelief. It’s happening so quickly it is hard to believe. Weakening and disintegrating in front of our eyes. My aunts and uncles and cousins are there too. She is there but her mind is distant and different from the dementia. Last night I dream that I am at my Gran’s house. Freehand font design “DISORIENT”, ink on paper, digitally editedĭisease is motor neurons dying one by oneĭevotion is bites of ice cream fed to you one by oneĭeath is an edge between freedom and fear