Dream Journey

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>Book Synopsis</em></strong><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>: </em><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>This short story is based on an actual dream. It started as I was walking through grass and came across a trail that I decided to follow. I meet a gentleman along the way and we agreed that it was better to walk with someone. Along our trek we talked about life and he had a lot of knowledge and wisdom that he shared. He queried me about my life that I had been reluctant to answer. I finally figured out who that person was. We continued our walk when we came to a crossroads that I had been to before. My friend asked me which road I had taken previously. I told him I went straight which I entered the Valley of Death Psalm 23:4.Later we traveled to hell under his guidance. Returning to the crossroads we took the right trail on our final venture.</em><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)></em></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)><em><span>??</span>Autobiography:</em></strong><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)> </span><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Blair Larson - In the year 1945 I was born in Albert Lea Minnesota a town with a population of circa 17000 people. My parents were hard workers in a meatpacking plant. My family attended church every Sunday. I went to Sunday school right after church. I was baptized as an infant and was confirmed in my early teens. The church was important to me during my late teens. Just before I joined the service my beliefs began to wane. I was in the United States Air Force I met some believers in Christ and I started to believe again. I wished I could say that ended my wavering but it did not. I still was a Christmas and Easter believer. I moved to Minneapolis Minnesota until I got married and moved back to Albert Lea. My family went to church for a short time. Our marriage later dissolved and I moved to Minneapolis again. I met some Christians where I worked. I was invited to go to several Christian events one the most memorable being evangelist Billy Graham. I went down for an altar call and was a few feet from him. I still had trouble with the wavering but I got better. The last church I attended closed its doors and it was one I enjoyed. Now I am seeking a home church that is bible-based. While at my last church I wrote Dream Journey. It started out by just jotting down my dream thoughts. Occasionally I looked at what I had written then rewrote the manuscript and it began to evolve into a short story. I remember that the dream as it was the most vivid dream I ever had. It was one that I'll never forget. After I had written the story my friends that had read thought I should share it.</span><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)> </span></p><p><br></p><p><br></p>