Written by Dennis Harvell
The Crossing
I found myself standing at the edge of a wide street. The pavement shimmered as if it had just rained, though the sky was dry. Cars lined the curb, silent and unmoving, like statues frozen mid‑motion.
The Figures
Shadows walked ahead of me, faceless but familiar. Each figure carried something — a book, a lantern, a key. They moved with purpose, yet none looked back. I felt both drawn to follow and hesitant to step forward.
The Signal
A traffic light glowed above, cycling through colors that made no sense: blue, white, gold. Each hue seemed to whisper a different choice. I waited, unsure which signal meant “go.” The street itself felt alive, testing my patience.
The Encounter
Halfway across, a child appeared, holding a chalk stick. He bent down and drew a circle on the asphalt. When I stepped into it, the noise of the city vanished. For a moment, the street was silent, and I was centered in its heart.
The Continuation
The circle faded, and the sounds returned — footsteps, horns, whispers. I reached the other side, knowing the street was not just a passage, but a trial of trust. Crossing meant accepting the unknown, even when the signals were unclear.
Reflection
The street was a reminder that life’s signals are not always obvious. Sometimes, the path forward is about courage, not clarity. The dream taught me that hesitation can hold me back, but stepping forward — even into uncertainty — is its own victory.
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