{"id":449,"date":"2014-07-29T23:56:28","date_gmt":"2014-07-29T23:56:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dylanzimmerman.com\/?p=449"},"modified":"2014-07-30T00:08:30","modified_gmt":"2014-07-30T00:08:30","slug":"thoughts-and-dreams","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dylanzimmerman.com\/?p=449","title":{"rendered":"Thoughts and Dreams"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Recently, I have thought about the night Dylan graduated from high school.  I just keep remembering finding him on the field after ceremony, and walking right up to him to give him a big hug.  I didn&#8217;t want to let him go in that moment, because I knew that things would be different.  I didn&#8217;t feel ready, but I realized that he had become a man when I noticed how much taller was than I.  Perhaps, these thoughts have resulted in this dream I had last night:<\/p>\n<p><em>Dylan had short hair.  It might have had some gel in it, but not much.  I would say he was about seven.  He was standing in front of a folding table that had an old man sitting on the other side.  There were a few papers scattered on the table.  Dylan looked like he was wearing a school uniform, but this did not seem to be school related.  <\/p>\n<p>With a little encouragement, Dylan walked up to the table and very quietly asked the old man a question.  Something about the old man and his words caused Dylan to repeat the question so the old man could hear him, instead of turning to Donna and I who were standing off to the side.  The old man&#8217;s response was lighthearted and seemed to indicate that whatever Dylan had asked would not be a problem.<\/p>\n<p>All of a sudden, I was in the empty garage of the townhouse we used to own.  There might have been a few people around the perimeter of the garage, but Dylan and I were in the middle.  When I saw him, I walked up to him and hugged him tight while crying uncontrollably.  I said to him, &#8220;It has been so long since I have seen you when you were so small.&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>This morning, when I walked up to the tree in Heritage park, my eyes filled with tears as this dream from last night came back to me. <\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/dylanzimmerman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/DSC00091-cropped.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/dylanzimmerman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/DSC00091-cropped.jpg\" alt=\"DSC00091-cropped\" width=\"2139\" height=\"2901\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-453\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Recently, I have thought about the night Dylan graduated from high school. I just keep remembering finding him on the field after ceremony, and walking right up to him to give him a big hug. I didn&#8217;t want to let him go in that moment, because I knew that things would be different. I didn&#8217;t &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/dylanzimmerman.com\/?p=449\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Thoughts and Dreams<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":452,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-449","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dylanzimmerman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/449","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dylanzimmerman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dylanzimmerman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dylanzimmerman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dylanzimmerman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=449"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/dylanzimmerman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/449\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":456,"href":"https:\/\/dylanzimmerman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/449\/revisions\/456"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dylanzimmerman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/452"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dylanzimmerman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=449"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dylanzimmerman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=449"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dylanzimmerman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=449"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}