I'll Get There. It Better Be Worth the Trip by John Donovan

Author:John Donovan [Donovan, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult, GLBT Fiction/Literature, Gay, Romance, Classics
ISBN: 9780738721347
Amazon: 0738721344
Barnesnoble: 0738721344
Goodreads: 7939024
Publisher: Flux
Published: 1969-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

he next part isn't part of the story, so it is all right to skip over it. It's about what happened to me inside, after just a few weeks of being away from my real home and being in New York. I dreamed some of these things, and some of them are real. It doesn't matter which are which.

The very night Altschuler visited me in the apartment for the first time I dreamed a crazy dream. I was walking along the beach at home, my real home, and I never seemed to stop walking. The beach isn't that long in real life, so it wasn't my very own and familiar beach. It was an imaginary beach. But I thought it was the very one I used to take Fred to. At least I thought it was that beach in the beginning of the dream because naturally the little bastard was trotting along beside me. Otherwise I wouldn't have been at the beach. It was late in the year, and the only time I went there then was to walk Fred. So the dream started out to be a recollection of the good, free walks I used to have with Fred. We started out OK. Maybe I was wishing that our walks now didn't have to be so short and always in the same places.

But after a while, as the beach got longer and longer and less the beach I knew but some other beach, the beach, the one that rims the beautiful ocean that people think about, the one without seaweed and jellyfish, poor Fred wasn't in the picture any more. I was. Just me. And the great expanse of sand and sea. And me running along that beach sometimes throwing myself in the sand and flinging it up in the air and sometimes splashing in the water that tickled my feet. I took off my clothes in the dream and then ran along the beach. I ran along the very rim of the tide, and it became windy and the sand blew all over me. I threw myself on the beach because the sand began to sting me as it blew against my body. Then I didn't know where I had left my clothes. I couldn't stand now because the wind was fierce. When I could stand up, the stinging was violent. How would I get my clothes? And what if I couldn't? Would I have to go back without them? Back where? I didn't know. I only knew that I didn't have what I needed to go on, to do anything. There was just me, and all I could do was lie there in the sand and try to bury myself against the fury of the wind and the awful stinging when I tried to get up.

I think the wind stopped. Or maybe I stopped it with some miracle which dreams make me think I have a supply of. Whatever the reason, I did get up, and I

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