The Wheel By Abraham Lincoln

The Wheel
By Abraham Lincoln

Imagine a huge wheel like you are looking at the edge of a very big bowl. The wheel is the rim of the bowl and you are free to walk around the rim of this large bowl and as you do there are streets or spokes that go down the steep sides of the bowl to the center.

Spokes are lined with stores or shops and the street surface is not asphalt or cement but something that gets slippery with ice and some will be dry. As you walk around the rim, there is a choice of the spoke you can travel on.

For some odd reason I picked the one that also had some ice along one side of the street. And I went down it with some care wearing only white socks—no shoes.

I began walking down and noticed other people were also walking down the same street. All of them had shoes on, but they didn’t seem to notice that I only wore white socks. I tried to avoid stepping on or walking in the patches of ice. I could imagine it would make my socks wet and my feet cold.



Halfway down I did notice the shops were open. I cannot tell you how many shops were along the spokes but there was no space between them. One shop sold some items, very glitzy and lights shined down on everything making the interior seem like one giant glass store. The store beside it sold something else but was filled with light. You could also go through the shop anywhere you wanted without opening doors.

I realized I was looking for shoes. I found shops that had everything but shoes. I did see what looked like a drug store with hundreds of glass shelves piled full of things but only a few pairs of shoes. These were mostly ladies shoes with high heels and they sparkled like snowflakes. They were all the same color: gun metal gray—a light gun metal gray.

I realized I had been in this maze of stores at another time. It was almost like I knew where the things I wanted were located. As I walked down another spoke things began to look familiar. I knew there was a large restaurant there and one end of it extended up the street, or spoke, and it would come into view before the rest of the business did. And there it was, just as I had remembered—I felt some comfort in knowing I could get the best drink at this place and I got it but don’t recall sitting down.

The waitress remembered me or seemed to—though I did not remember her. I got up and crossed the shop and paid for my drink and walked out and on down the spoke. I don’t think anyone noticed I had no shoes but was only wearing white socks.

When I woke up this morning I wanted to return to my dream and thought about it and was back at the same spot in my white socks.