Dream of: 28 February 2000 "Cross-Examination"

I was walking on the sidewalk of a street lined with small buildings housing sundry businesses. Most buildings were constructed of cinder blocks painted white. I was searching for one store in particular, which was owned by my father, who had set up a business in the store. I was thinking about working there; I could move into an apartment located in a large frame house which stood behind the small store.

I knew I was close to the store, but I just couldn't seem to locate it. Suddenly however, I saw a group of people on the street, and I recognized one of them – Wally, an old classmate chum from high school. He looked as if he were about 17 years old. I recalled that we had once been friendly in high school, but that the friendship had never grown, and I had lost track of him long ago. I was unsure whether he saw me, and I hesitated to speak to him. But on an impulse, I tapped him on the shoulder and said hello.

To my surprise, he seemed genuinely glad to see me. He smiled, broke off from the people with whom he had been talking, and began walking along with me. He stopped abruptly and told me that he had an apartment right here, in a large frame house, similar to the one in which I was going to move. He invited me to step inside, and as we walked up the sidewalk toward the front door, I told him I had an apartment only a half block away. We both liked the idea of living so close to each other, and I anticipated that we would become good friends.

When we stepped into the house, we immediately walked into a room which seemed like a classroom from law school. At the front of the room was a stage and all the seats in the room were turned toward the stage. Thirty or forty students were in the room. I wasn't surprised to find the classroom here; it seemed perfectly natural to find this class in progress here. I immediately became interested in the proceedings.

I immediately understood that the class was involved in learning the art of cross examination, and the students were taking turns examining each other about a certain case which involved two brothers who lived in a house identical to the one into which I walked. The object of the cross examination was to find out more about what the brothers intended to do while they lived in the house.

I quickly decided that I wanted to practice with the others. I had always fancied myself to have some skill at cross examination, and I thought this would be a good place to brush up. I stood up and turned to an attractive woman who was sitting next to me. She was about 25 years old and had short black hair. We seemed to be acquainted and she appeared to welcome my questioning her.

Other people had also paired off, with one person acting as the witness and one acting as the cross-examining attorney, so no one was paying much attention to us – except the professor. He was a strong–looking man (about 40 years old); he was walking around the room, making comments to people about the way they were cross-examining. Suddenly he stopped, listened to what I was saying, and began giving me pointers.

I listened closely to what he had to say. I had definitely been having difficulty with my questions. I had concentrated on the jobs that the two brothers had, and what they were going to be doing outside the house. But the woman was being evasive, and she wasn't responding well to my questions. The professor told me I should concentrate more on what the two brothers were doing inside the house. He also gave a couple other pointers, then walked on

I immediately sat down next to the woman, and tried to remember all three pointers to write down. She was also trying to remember, and we compared notes. At the same time, I commented to here about the way she had handled my questions. I told her I just hated that type of woman, someone who acted like a "bitch" on the witness stand. But I tried to make it clear to her that I knew she had only been acting, that she herself wasn't actually like that. After all, I liked here, and the closer I sat to her, the more I liked being here with her. I hoped she felt the same way about me.

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