Dream of: 16 October 1987 "Body In A Casket"

I was investigating some kind of group of people apparently involved in the use of hallucinogenic drugs. I was in a room and saw several cups with different-colored, creamy-looking liquids in them. One was bluish. I understood that the liquids contained LSD and I was even thinking about taking some myself. But someone told me the liquids contained both acid and LSD. I thought acid was LSD. If acid wasn't LSD then what was it? I was unsure, but I decided the liquid might be harmful and that it was best that I not take any.

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It appeared that several people frequented this place and they all took the drugs together and then were led along on their drug experience by someone. A woman, who was apparently going to lead the group, emphasized that individual freedom would be honored, but that this was still a group venture.

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I found out that the whole thing was pretty expensive, but that if a person didn't have enough money, then the person could fold up some kind of paper into quarters indicating how much time that person would be able to afford to stay. What were they going to do, let the person leave in the middle while still under the influence of the drug? Seemed rather bizarre.

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I was walking along a wooded area and could hear voices not far away of the people taking part in the group drug venture. Suddenly I distinctly heard Weinstein's voice in the group. I was a bit surprised at first, but then remembered that Weinstein and I had once talked about the group, and now I realized he must have gone to see the group without telling me. Perhaps he was working on a story he was writing and he had gone to see the group in that connection. But there still seemed to be something amiss here and I continued pondering what it might be.

I sat down on the ground and I could hear the group coming close to where I was. I was unsure if I should let Weinstein see me, but I see that it was going to be unavoidable. Now I could see the entire group and they were coming closer to me. Suddenly Weinstein saw me and he began advancing toward me with a surprised look on his face. When he was close enough, he asked how I had gotten in and I replied, "I just quietly walked in."

I realized I wasn't actually allowed to be here and I anticipated being ejected. But now I realized what was amiss here and what it was that I want to say to Weinstein: we weren't in the same time. I was in the year 1983 and he was in the year 1981. I looked at him straight in the eye and told him it was 1983. I tried to convey the message to him as strongly as I could, but I was unsure he perceived what I was saying.

***

I had awakened, had realized I had been dreaming and I was about to write it down. My computer was sitting on the headboard of the bed and I could turn around facing it and write while still sitting in the bed.

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Weinstein was lying beside me in the bed. I still hadn't begun to write and I felt as if we needed to talk. I had come to visit him and it was now 1983. But I realized he actually had been at the drug group back in 1981 and that I actually had visited him there through the dream which I just had. We began talking about it, and he remembered the event. Actually it turned out that he had remembered the event since 1981 and had been waiting to see if I would remember it when the proper time came in 1983 when I had the dream. I had had no memory of it until right now. Now I realized that in my dream I had somehow been able to go back to 1981 and actually visit Weinstein. We both realized this event was of monumental significance and was important in answering some of our questions about life. Yet neither of us could fathom the meaning of what was going on.

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Weinstein had become very disconsolate. He said he realized he wasn't succeeding at life and he talked disparagingly about himself. He seemed to think I was succeeding and he was only now beginning to realize that fact. He seemed to view his situation as hopeless. While I agreed he wasn't succeeding at life, I tried to encourage him.

***

Weinstein had rolled over and was trying to pin me down and it became clear that he wanted to engage in some kind of sex with me. He was nude and seems rather strong, although I felt sure I could repel him. This confirmed some of my worst suspicions about Weinstein's intentions toward me and I was extremely disappointed to learn this.

***

Weinstein had died and his body lay in a casket. I was still lying in the bed and another man was lying beside me. The man was a chemist and it seemed that he was a high-ranking official working for John F. Kennedy when Kennedy had been president. In fact Weinstein, I, the time and the place all seemed to somehow be involved with John Kennedy. At any rate, the chemist had some kind of deal for me regarding Weinstein and his death. I wasn't completely sure what it was, but I rejected it and got up. It was time to accompany Weinstein's casket out.

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