Dream Journey: Walking and Talking with a Friend

Book Synopsis: 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.

Autobiography: Blair Larson - In the year 1945, I was born in Albert Lea, Minnesota, a town with a population of circa 17,000 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.