The following is an actual dream included in my dream journal, and does not describe actual factsDream of: 24 November 1984 "A Living, Feeling Individual"
I was driving a pickup in which Kant Brito (a friend from the Dominican Republic whom I met in Puerto Rico in 1980) was riding with me. I saw road signs along the way which indicated we were headed toward Tyler, Texas. With me I had my black notebook of dreams which I had prepared on the word processor. Kant said he wanted to read the dreams so I handed the notebook to him. He turned to the beginning and began reading one page after the other. Apparently his ability with English had improved considerably, because he was reading quickly and quite well.
I waited for him to comment on the dreams, but he didn't say anything for a while. He continued reading and reading. After a while, I thought that he was going to say something strange about me, that I was homosexual for example. I thought he might pick out something from the dreams which would indicate there was something abnormal about me. Finally he looked at me and said that what he could tell most about me from the dreams, was that when people looked at me, they failed to realize I was a living, feeling individual.
I was touched by what he said. I looked at him and said, "Thatís the nicest thing anybody's ever said to me about those dreams."
I felt quite close to him. I thought he was someone I would have as a friend for the rest of my life.
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