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In this case, the 12-year-old in our home was looking at a calendar.

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Included (I believe I was Mr. July) is the shot you can see to your right of some young guy who may or may not have been me a couple of years (OK, decades) back.

As the boy was sifting through the calendar, correctly remembering every dog and cat, he stopped on that particular month and wondered who the person was.

Looks at photo. Looks at me. Looks back and photo. Looks back at me. Then, hilarity ensues.

Ouch.

I thought of the calendar and in particular, this photo, the other day.

I realized that in almost all of my dreams (the ones I can recall when I wake up), I am seeing myself from a detached perspective and I含羞草研究社檓 almost always a younger version of myself.

Sometimes as a boy, but almost always as a young adult.

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Another ouch moment.

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It even happened just minutes ago.

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At this point, you just have to laugh. Happens to everyone.

And it含羞草研究社檚 never an issue if I can avoid the mirror first thing in the morning.

But am I curious to see how others see themselves internally, or when you含羞草研究社檙e dreaming.

Is it current you? Long-ago you? A mixture of both?

Let me know, I含羞草研究社檇 be fascinated to hear from you.

PQB News/Vancouver Island Free Daily editor Philip Wolf welcomes your questions, comments and story ideas. He can be reached at 250-905-0029 or via email at philip.wolf@blackpress.ca.