It's like you are in storage, with two halves or two sides, and the other person.
But the other is not wanting your light or sight, running out of time.
The newspaper is folded in half, against his heart.
The centre needed the light. The heart.
Just as were about to look the other way, you read the news was sports which means playing in a team. It was half open, just one side not both.
Hence, your left or unknown side could be smiling if that other half lived. Jeter was one of the most popular players.
And, "Hold the door open for him," was this social voice.
The outside door moved from the center to you therefore, you being the center or needing to be. And your left, unknown or less-used, leg or movement ahead in this game, held it open.
Funny it was a short hallway, as Jeter was a shortstop, betweeen second and third base, just like your second and third doors.
And it was real, but in your mind as in thinking of what should be real, so not actually real as yet.
You could see on the right or for real the other half.
A hot dog, though not good for you, is hot in the middle with two halves, and very tasty. So the son of Hank is the new birth which can come from the not-so-social side.
You literally woke up just as you were waking up within yourself.
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So many doors of opportunity, perhaps seeming closed, so you held the door for someone else represented by who you haven't seen nor talked to in years.
The vision is your real vision in life - real as a memory.
If you have questions or disagreements, feel free.
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