It is a winter night in Dodge. My wife and I gaze out our picture window over the back of the couch. There is a light blanket of snow that glows in the streetlights and ice sparkles on everything. As we watch, the houses and trees begin to move slowly to the left. Our house has started to spin. After a couple of revolutions we begin to spin faster. We are now also rising and falling, higher and higher, faster and faster – like a giant roller-coaster-carousel. "Who is controlling this?" I ask. "Your Father" she says.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #9
The Spinning House
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