Dream of: 10 October 1995 "Twins"

My father was driving a large truck whose cab extended perhaps 20 meters high straight up into the air, where I was sitting on top exposed to the air. As my father drove the truck we passed near tree limbs which I had to dodge. Finally he came so close to a light which stretched out from a light post that I realized how precarious my position was – I could be badly injured if I weren't careful. It was quite scary and I looked for a way to climb down from the top of the cab.

As I surveyed the surrounding area, I could clearly see we were on a small island. The center of the island rose to a small hill, and I could see a road leading up to the top of the hill. From the top of the hill was a look-out from which the whole island could be surveyed. It appeared my father was headed for the top of the hill. However there was a major problem: the top of the hill was covered with a dense fog. I realized even if we made it to the top, we wouldn't be able to see anything. Still, as my father headed up the hill, I was able to catch glimpses of the surrounding area before he entered the fog.

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I was sitting inside a room, looking out a window toward the hill. There was no longer any fog, but now I could see the hill was covered with ice and snow. I watched someone on a motorized sled head up the side of the hill, and I could see the tracks which the sled made in the ice. The sled seemed like an excellent idea, and I thought I might try myself to take such a sled up the hill.

The room in which I found myself was filled with people sitting at small desks as in a classroom. A fellow sitting in the far right corner grabbed my attention and began talking to me. He looked as if he were in his early 40s and was starting to bald. He began telling me about Larry Sheppard and Gary Sheppard. I recalled Larry and Gary were two twins who had been my junior high school classmates  about 30 years before. Although we had been in the same grade, they had been in a slower class, so I never really got to know them.

The fellow talking to me obviously knew I was an attorney, and he asked me if I would defend Gary and Larry in a court case. As the man talked, I tried to figure out whether the case was civil or criminal. It sounded as if someone were trying to take a civil judgment against Larry and Gary. I told the man if that were the case, then Larry and Gary would probably be better off to go ahead and file bankruptcy and simply avoid the civil litigation. But I also mentioned that bankruptcy of course wouldn't stop a criminal prosecution. I told the fellow that in Texas the bankruptcy laws were so liberal, a person could protect his or her assets by sinking everything into a homestead. I told him a person could have a million dollars invested in homestead and a creditor couldn't touch it. Then I changed the figure and said a person could have a billion dollars in the homestead and it would all be protected. I was trying to emphasize the fact that in Texas there was no limit of the amount of money which could be protected in homestead.

As the fellow continued talking, I realized he also was a lawyer and that he was working on the Sheppard case. He said he had done thousands of bankruptcy cases, and mentioned something about working as a lawyer as far back as 1967. He agreed with me about filing bankruptcy, but then said bankruptcy would be his last alternative. He had a whole list of other legal tactics which he would try before filing bankruptcy. I told him it would be fine to use those tactics if a client had the money to pay the attorney fees. But I didn't think the Sheppards had that kind of money, and therefore bankruptcy would still be their best alternative.

Finally the fellow told me that a hearing would be conducted the following morning for the Sheppards and that for some reason he was unable to go. He wanted to know if I would go to the hearing for him. Somehow I managed to agree to go to the hearing for him, but I immediately regretted it. I didn't know enough about the case to go to a hearing. I wasn't even sure I had anything to wear. I asked the man whether it was Larry or Gary whom I would be defending.

Gradually, however, my impression of the man began to change. I slowly realized he was actually a disk jockey, and that what he wanted me to do was to take part in a radio talk show the following day. People would call in to the show and ask questions, and I would try to answer them. I tried to think of things about which I could talk. I might mention that I had seen a herd of deer on my way to work that morning. I could then bring up how I was against hunting and how I detested hunters. I might also talk about how marijuana should be legalized and mention NORML. I hoped I would not run out of things to say and just start talking about the clothes I was wearing. I looked at the tee shirt I had on and hoped I didn't start saying something stupid about tee shirts.

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