This was about a dream in which my youngest son had died. I tried to wave to him but he couldn't see me. His older brother sent part of his spirit into the box to speak to him, which he did using a oddly shaped bit of apparatus that lay on a table between them. Bit of a weird and sombre dream.
However it came to mind after a dream fragment last night in which I felt an incredible separation from him. In practical terms he now stays with his mother and is starting off into a media world I know very little about. Where does he go at night, who are his friends, etc?
That's part of being a parent I guess, now just got to decide what I will do when I grow up.
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