Visions Are Dreams
Jake had been on the path for a very long time.
He enjoyed telling new people at the Ashram, “I’ve seen a lotta shit in my day, you know?”
“I once saw Baby Buddha, Baby Krishna and Baby Jesus all at the same time”, he would boast.
(In his actual recollection however, all three saviors were mostly napping and crying.)
Nonetheless, not even a lifetime of dreaming had prepared Jake
for what now appeared to appear behind him.
He definitely sensed a “presence”
“Was the “Dreaded Gom-Boo” real?”
Should he turn around?