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Christopher (left) and Nico during a photo shoot. July 2016.

August 17, 2016

This happened the other night. I still don't know what happened or what or who it was. I know the figure was as tall as my oldest son. I thought maybe it was one of my lost twin daughters. No matter if it was real or not it's fun to dream and hope that someway the people you love are somehow apart of you even when they are gone. I just wanted to write about it. 

One of the great things about acting is that I could be someone else for a short time. And if you don’t act, we can get lost in the movie itself. I could be Jack on the Titanic (but stay alive in the end) or a goofy anchorman in a San Diego news television studio who can play the a wicked jazz flute or pick a Star Wars character, any character, and forget about life for awhile. And if movies aren’t your thing then being a police officer afforded the opportunity to have many careers encapsulated in one. Vice, K9, marine unit, aviation’s, and detective. It’s endless.

I never became an actor, although I tried, and I have done one or 2 cool things as a police officer. So since I’m not an actor I tend to get lost in my dreams. After all, dreams are windows of opportunities that can either inspire you to chase them or encourage you get lost in them, and maybe you are living your dream.

One night, tired, exhausted, I wobbly walked to my bedroom. I was in a daze. The sleeping aid was doing its job by sending me into the deep sleep I longed for. I made my way toward my bed and rested my weary body into my soft, yet firm, mattress. I fell asleep quickly.

I didn’t check the time when I went to bed. But when I woke up I knew it was still in the middle of the night. I sat up but I was still light headed. I looked around my room. The faint light of the clock and Wi-Fi lights illuminated the otherwise dark room with green hues. My eyes focused on a small figure standing in my open door way.

“Nico?” I asked.

The person didn’t say anything in response.

“Christopher, is that you?”

Still no response from whoever the person was.

“Do you want to lay in bed with me?” I figured it was one of my kids having a restless nights sleep.

“Come on.” I said waving my arms.

The figure slowly walked toward me. Then sped up the pace. I leaned over the side of the bed and reached out for him. He ran into my waiting arms. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in, hugging him. But whatever it was vanished. The green light in my room highlighted the vanishing soul leaving in all directions of the room. I fell back into my pillow and rolled over. I was still so very tired. I rolled on to my left side and closed my eyes. A felt warmth settle into my body that gave me a slight chill. I shivered but felt relief.

I went back to sleep. When I opened my eyes again the light from the sun had brighten my room. I laid in bed wondering if what happened that night was just a dream, reality, or a great acting job from me. I concluded that I didn’t care what it was. I enjoyed the peace it brought me. I only hope I can get lost in whatever it was again.

Captain Imperfecto and a day at work, July 2016

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