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(it is about sb who is .. let us say 'lost' to sum it up. it's like he is dead, for himself.. no redemption could ever make his boat float again)

weird dream. they were all on the other side of stream. he was standing in between. he wouldn't move. water bounced off his denim clad shin but he couldn't move, he couldn't be moved. i couldn't see his face for i was behind him, on the other bank. no pebbles jolting down the way could scour his stand, his tainted sand underneath. his expressions were lost amidst the flowing reflections. he was lost with all others still staring at him and no one to push him off that clogged ground he was stuck in. i couldn't let him flow along the stream, others wouldn't let him flow along the stream. others sat, genuinely, to stare at him dissolve along time. but i felt somehow, he just waited for a hand to reach him, a shove to propel him to the land. when now i wake up i realize, he was just waiting for a big flood to sweep in and embrace him away with it...