Dream of: 04 August 1986 (2) "Challenging The Law"
I was in a place where a gambling game was being played. People were pressing
colored keys, almost like the keys of a piano, and numbers were turning up. Two
colored keys had to be pressed correctly to win money.
I lay down beside the game, on the ground, and began playing. I was able to
figure out the proper combinations of colors to press and won almost every time.
I only won a dime each time, but I was still winning quite a bit of money.
A fellow who worked there told me I was playing the game illegally by using two
different colors, and that if I did not stop playing it that way, I might be
arrested. I played the game a couple more times that way, but then I stopped.
Ron Cox (a former high school schoolmate), who looked as if he were in his late
teens, walked into the room. Recalling who he was, I asked him if he had been
playing the game. Although he said he had not, and that he had been doing
something else, I still had the feeling he had been playing.
Vernon Johnson (Bonnie’s husband), dressed in a suit, walked in. He looked as if
he were about 30 years old. Seeing how unhappy he looked, I had the feeling that
he and Bonnie were not getting along well together. As I watched him walk into
another room, I wondered if Bonnie was waiting for him outside in a car.
I was rather disheveled, and my hair was long. I wondered what Vernon had
thought about seeing me lying there. I did not particularly care, but I probably
had not made a good impression.
I rose, walked down some stairs, and went out onto the street. I walked a couple
blocks, intending to walk home, but then I remembered that a bus went to my home
and I decided to take it.
I was still thinking about the game and how I had been told I had been playing
illegally. That should be challenged in the courts. I did not think someone
should be able to be arrested for playing the game that way. I might purposely
try to be arrested and challenge it.
I was living about ten months of the year in France. I thought during the two
months when I returned to the United States, I would challenge the game.
It also occurred to me that people should not be allowed to play bingo into the
churches. If the churches were going to be gambling institutions, they should
not receive tax advantages.
As I pondered, I found myself in a courtroom where a man was on trial for the
same type of offense with which I had been threatened. The man had been arrested
several times in the past and returned every year to try to re-challenge the
law. The jurors were sitting where the audience usually sits. A woman prosecutor
began asking questions.
The man on trial worked in France. At first, I thought he said he was a lawyer,
but it turned out he was a janitor.
Two large books (each about a half a meter square) were brought out. The books
contained drawings which the man had produced. He was asked how he had time to
do any other work while he was doing those drawings. He said he did have time.
The prosecution seemed to be trying to say that the man was not merely gambling
in order to challenge the laws, but that he actually needed money and was
gambling to get it.
During a break, one woman juror spoke about something she thought pertained to
the case. One time she had been out on a boat in a swamp and had run into some
flesh floating in the water. I was unsure what that had to do with anything.
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