“Come In. I’ve Been Waiting for You.”
I impatiently closed the door after my perplexed guest.
“Waiting for me? I don’t know you. How did you know I would be here? I didn’t even know until all this craziness started happening today?” my guest questioned.
“Why do you think this ‘craziness’, as you say, started, if it wasn’t for you to be here, right now?” I answered, a complete & truthful response, another doorway of question for my guest to pass through.
“Why should I be here? Why did my dreams send me on this wild goose chase to end up where I’ve never been? Who are you?” my guest demanded.
“I am you. We are the same, but I am more.”
“You are not me & we are not the same…”
“Only if you look at it from a perspective of mass. I use the lens of potential. You are my guest. I invited you here in your dreams, you heard, & chose to listen to, a subliminal message to the deeper you, then you followed your intuition onto the path that brought you here.
Because you listened, & followed, you are here, & now more.
As my guest, you are now becoming me. I will look like you with your memories but me, a better being. I have been to your dreams, which are now my future.”
I skittered toward my guest, my urges of a hermit crab changing shells, the meat & claws the same with a new exoskeleton & ability to grow. I wrapped my arms around my guest in a bear hug, knocking knees from behind, falling to the floor atop, squashing through skin, joining ribs, smashing psychic assault into the assimilating skull, no longer a guest, the host.
Halloween 2026
