Construction on the workshop progressed steadily. Girders needed to be set around the boulder to support the floor joists there, which was something Aldo had not originally planned for. The floor joists were installed without any hiccups and he began to lay the floor decking.
The base of the boulder was becoming enclosed as the floor deck boards were cut to a precise length and angle where they almost butted right up against the stone when set in place. Once all the decking was installed, the boulder was wrapped with the lumber and looked as if it had a flat bottom and sat directly on the floor. Aldo would begin work the next day on the wall framing.
It was the very night the floor was finished when he began having dreams that would reoccur and last throughout the construction and occasionally they would come up again once the shop was complete. These dreams always involved the boulder in some fashion. The most memorable of these dreams was one that repeated night and night again. This particular dream always involved his wife, Sheila, in their car, pounding on the glass with an open palm, screaming at Aldo, begging him to help her. His feet were glued in place and he was hopeless as he watched the scene unfold. This dream varied in one detail, sometimes the boulder was rolling towards the car, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, in other instances it was falling from the sky rapidly, and others at a pace, gravity would disapprove of. Every time though, the dream would conclude with him being released from where he was held in place just before the boulder would crush the car with Sheila in it, jolting him awake.
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