Dream of: 20 March 1992 "Best Friend Ever"

I had been sued by someone in a civil case in a federal court. But when I went to trial, I was sentenced to 11 years in prison. Shocked, I was taken to the prison. I knew that since I was going to a federal prison, there was no hope of parole and I would have to spend the entire 11 years in prison.

I was put into a large room, and I was unsure whether I was going to have to share the room with someone. I didn't like the situation, but there was nothing I could do, and I thought I would just have to resign myself to it. I thought I would read a lot, and perhaps do some writing. I thought I would still be only about 40 years old when I got out, so I would still have a lot of life ahead of me.


I was sitting at a table with about 10 other people. Judge Mike Schwille was sitting at the head of the table. It took me a while to figure it out, but I finally realized I was somehow going to be tried a second time, and this time Schwille would be the judge. I didn't know how it had happened, and I finally asked someone else at the table. I learned that Schwille had somehow found out about my case, and that he had had me brought down to be re-tried. I asked how that was possible. I learned there was a special law which said that on Friday the thirteenth a judge such a Schwille was allowed to do such a thing. It seemed clear to me that Schwille was going to try to get me out of my predicament.

As Schwille began asking people questions, I was anxious to be able to explain my side of the story. But Schwille didn't seem especially interested in hearing me.

I knew the case had involved the purchase of some land from someone. The man who had purchased the land had been the person who had sued me. I even had a vision of the man (about 50 years old) standing on the land. I could tell he was quite happy I had ended up in prison. I could see him lying on a cot on the land, talking to someone.

I wanted to explain to Schwille that when I had been taken to court, I hadn't even been told I was on trail for a criminal case. The judge had simply suddenly decided it was going to be a criminal case. I thought it hadn't been at all fair.

Although Schwille didn't seem particularly concerned about hearing what I had to say, I could tell he was going to help me. I felt very grateful and I thought this was one of the best things anyone could have ever done for me. If there was anything I could ever do for him, I would do it. If I had to have a party for him every week, I would do it. I felt as if he were about the best friend I ever had.

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