Dream of:
23 November 1989 "Marble Statuary"I had gone to Germany, where I had stayed for less than two weeks. When it was time to return to the United States I felt depressed. I had spent quite a bit of money on the trip, and now that the adventure had ended, it was almost as if the trip had never happened. I was still going to have to face the same problems I had before I left.
While in Germany, I had visited Dale (a former schoolmate from junior high and high school). I now knew when I returned to the United States, I would see
King (another former junior high and high school schoolmate), and she would want to know if Dale and I talked about her. The truth was that her name had never been mentioned. But I knew she would be disappointed to hear that, so I thought about telling her we had talked about her, and that Dale wanted to see her and be with her very much.***
I returned to a house where
my step-grandfather Clarence and my grandmother Mabel were living. No one was here when I arrived, and I didn't know where they were. A coal or wood burning heater was in the living room, and I thought I needed to take out whatever was burning in the heater, and take the heater with me to the house where I was going, because I didn't have any heat there. But I knew there was no more fuel for Clarence and Mabel.***
I arrived at a house which
Jon and I apparently were sharing. Jon wasn't here at the moment, and in fact he didn't live here most of the time. He only used the apartment as an occasional place to stay. I likewise wasn't planning to stay here right now, because I had someplace else I needed to go. But I wanted to gather up a few small items to take with me. One item was a black and white telephone. I also wanted to gather together some of my underwear, but I couldn't seem to find any. I saw several large baskets of clean clothes which belonged to Jon. Several pairs of socks and underwear were in the baskets. I thought about borrowing some of his underwear, but I was uncertain that would be a good idea.***
After leaving the house, I found myself in a cemetery. Quite a few people were here, and some were talking about a famous family named "Peznell," many of whose members were buried in the cemetery. In fact, one lot bulging with marble statuary was entirely dedicated to the Peznells.
The crowd began moving and I walked along with it on to a street. I heard someone behind me telling me to hurry up. I didn't pay much attention, and finally the person passed me. It was Jon.
Cathy was with him. Jon had an angry look on his face because I had been going so slow, and I couldn't tell whether he was serious. He and Cathy walked on past, but then Cathy slowed up and came back to walk along with me.Copyright 2004 by luciddreamer2k@gmail.com
