John Burkholder

I rarely remember dreams. Most of the time, I don’t sleep enough to even have a dream. But last night was different. Not only did I dream, but it felt real, it felt like nothing I ever felt before, and I verbally was yelling outside my dream.   It started normal. Talking to my wife, fussing over my kid and waiting for dinner to get ready. As we sat down for dinner, I noticed someone at the back door... but not really there. She had a transparent red, shimmering light cast across her. I stood up, walked to the back door and pulled open the curtain over the window on the door.  She was startled and froze on the stairs. I spoke through the door “can i help you?” She was visibly surprised and i could see that this was not something she expected. Instead of responding, she ran to a car that also had that same shimmering light.  I saw another shimmering woman heading toward the front porch and I ran to the front of my house. As I reached the front window and looked out on the

I am tech savvy. But let me tell you a story about yesterday. I decided to send all of my kids a postcard out of the blue. I walked to the Art Institute of Chicago, picked out 4 fantastic postcards, took them back to my office and wrote clever sayings to each child. I remembered that postcards have a special lower stamp cost so I went to the post office, purchased said postage and carefully removed the stickers from the well bonded backings and placed them on the postcards. Very proud of myself, I dropped them into the stamped letter container and departed from the post office. That night I bragged to my lovely wife about my accomplishment. I explained the process involved and shared all of the glorifying details. She asked me "you had the kids addresses?" #forgotTheAddresses #forgotHowToUseSnailMail #youreWelcomeDeadLetter