Dream of: 31 July 1986 (2) "Series Of Wars"
After being away from Dallas for a while, I had returned to the Dallas County
courthouse and was walking around the halls. I saw judge Mike Schwille talking
with someone, then I walked into Schwille's courtroom. I wanted to tell Schwille
that I had returned to Dallas and that I was thinking about working again in his
courtroom. Finally, Schwille asked me how I was doing. I said, "Fine."
I told him I would like to talk with him, and he said, "Sure."
Schwille and I walked back to his chambers. He had a television turned on and
said there had apparently been some problems in Atlanta. On the TV was a picture
of what appeared to be a large ferry boat which had capsized close to the shore.
The water had just begun to go over the side of the boat and all the crew
members (about fifteen) jumped from the boat into the water. Finally, the boat
went all the way under the water. I was unsure if the boat was the incident in
Atlanta he had mentioned or if the incident was something else.
I told Schwille I would definitely like to go back to work in his court. I asked
him if it would be ok and he said it would be just fine. He seemed happy to see
me back. We sat in silence for a while. Other people were also in the room.
A picture came on the television showing boys exercising. Some were doing back
flips. They ran and flipped into the air.
I asked Schwille if he were much interested in history. He said he was, and he
talked of history's being a series of wars. He said there was a major war about
every three years. I began to think that although that had been true in the
past, it had changed a great deal since the invention of atomic weapons. We
still had wars in the world, but they were not major wars.
Schwille maintained that there had been more than two world wars in history, but
that we had not begun counting them as world wars until this century.
We finished talking; it was time for him to go out into the court. I told him I
was not going to do any work today because I was not wearing a suit. I thought,
"I might ought to just run home and put on a suit. It would be an extra hundred
dollars."
We continued talking as we walked out into the courtroom. Realizing that I was
not going to stay, I broke away from him and left. I began walking down the
hall. I did not want to run into anyone right now—especially not my ex-wife
Bonnie. I felt a strange about having returned to Dallas to practice law again,
but I was there now, and I would just have to go ahead and do it.
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