Dream of:
09 September 1999 "Strange Dreams"Late at night, I was riding a
bicycle in downtown Portsmouth, Ohio. I was thinking of going to a movie, but when I reached the old Laroy theater, no one appeared to be there, and I didn't want to go inside by myself. So I kept riding until I came to an electronics store. After parking my bike, I walked inside, even though it was so late at night and the store was just about to close. I saw a fellow (probably in his late 20s) whom I thought I recognized, but I couldn't remember his name. I walked up to him and asked him if he knew who I was. He said he knew, and he called me by my name. When I asked him what his name was, he seemed a little offended that I couldn't remember, and he told me he was Dale Anderson (actually he was Dale Phillips, an old schoolmate from high school).I was excited to see Dale. I had never known Dale well, but over the years I had had several unusual
dreams about him, and I wanted to tell him about the dreams. I recalled the dreams had always surprised me because through the dreams I had come to admire Dale, even though I had never admired him when I had known him. I began talking to Dale about the dreams and he seemed receptive to listening. I told him I had had three or four dreams with the same theme, and in those dreams I had realized Dale was a person whom I greatly admired. (To myself I was thinking I was unsure whether I had actually had three or four dreams with this theme, but I knew I had had at least two). I commented about how strange these dreams had seemed to me, because I had hardly known Dale when we had been in school together. Now, seeing Dale again and telling him about the dreams made everything even more interesting.Dale seemed fascinated by what I was saying, and he then began talking. He told me I could have been something in high school if I had wanted to, but the only thing I had done was play a little football. I was unsure to what he was referring. I seemed to recall having played some football in high school, but I couldn't remember. I concluded I must have played a little football with Dale at one time or another.
Dale rambled on. He mentioned something about "Christian rock," but I was unsure to what he was referring, perhaps Christian rock music. He then told a short story about
my father. He said that one time he (Dale) had been tossing baseball with my father, without gloves. My father had thrown the ball so hard that the ball had stubbed one of Dale's fingers. Dale still felt hard at my father because of that incident.Copyright 2017 by luciddreamer2k@gmail.com
