Dream of: 16 December 1983 "Coffin On A Marble Floor"

Louise and I were walking along Gallia Street in Portsmouth; we planned to go on a long journey together. It was becoming cold and I realized Louise only had a short sleeved shirt on. I told her I wished she had put on a long sleeved shirt before we had left.

I was wearing a long sleeved shirt and decided to give it to her to wear. But then I noticed a Clark's department store nearby and told Louise we could go in there and buy her something to wear. I didn't have much money, but thought she needed something on her arms. We headed for the store.

Louise was planning to marry someone the next day; but she really didn't love the man she was going to marry and I was still going to continue to see her after she married. I thought it would work out just fine. But the more I thought about it, the more the thought of her marrying the other man bothered me. I wasn't really sure I wanted her to marry him. But I thought her mind was made up. I suddenly became choked up and spurted out, "I don't want you to marry him."

I thought she wouldn't listen to me and would marry him anyway, but she said, "OK."

I said, "I want you to marry me."

She said, "OK."

As we approached Clark's, a car pulled up and Louise said her mother, Vivian, was in the car. I looked at the woman in the car and saw she wasn't Vivian, but Birdie's mother, Mary Alice, whom I hadn't seen in a long time.

Louise ran to the car and boarded it.

Another car containing the man Louise was going to marry and his father pulled up. When the fellow stepped from the car and walked over to the car where Louise was, I boarded the car with the man's father and began talking with him. I learned he was a doctor and asked him some questions about that.

Since I thought Louise was pregnant, I asked him how it could be determined whether a person was pregnant. He said they used to tell by sticking their thumbs into a woman's vagina and feeling around. But now they had a new method whereby a long needle could be stuck into someone's stomach to tell. I said, "Well, that sounds awful painful. It doesn't sound like a very good way to tell."

Louise walked over to the car where I was. She was carrying a picture of Mary Alice and Bishop (Birdie's father) which Mary Alice had given to her. I hadn't seen Bishop in years. In the picture he looked exactly the same as he used to look, rather mean.

She also had a picture of a coffin sitting on a marble floor inside a house. I told her it looked like a mausoleum. In the picture I noticed a painted door in the room. I had never been in the house. Apparently it was where her parents lived.

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