Dream of:22 March 2012 "He Ain't Heavy"
As I was talking with my mother (in a nursing home where she was living), I suddenly realized that even though my brother Chris (who died of muscular dystrophy at the age of 16 in 1974) was right in the room next door, my mother hadn't bothered to visit him in quite a long time. Consternated by this realization, I informed my mother that I was going next door to visit Chris.
I walked next door and entered the room, where I found not only Chris (about 12 years old), but also my mother's crippled brother, my uncle George (who died of polio at the age of 54 in 1979), sitting on the floor with his legs bent back. My father was likewise standing in the room.
Chris was lying on his back in a bed. When I heard Chris talking, I realized that he was asleep and that he was talking about a dream which he was having. Interested, I stood beside Chris and listened for a while to the elaborate dream which he was describing. Chris finally awoke and I started talking to him. Even though crippled, he seemed to be in fairly good shape.
Neither Chris nor George had been out of the room in quite a while, and I wanted to take both of them next door. As I tried to figure out how I was going to take Chris, I slowly realized that I wasn't going to take him next door, but that I was actually going to take him down the long hallway outside his door. While my father simply observed, wondering how I was going to manage to transport Chris, I finally decided I would simply pick Chris up and carry him.
After I picked Chris up in my arms and I started walking, I realized that something was wrong with my legs. I had difficulty moving my left leg in front of my right leg. My left leg seemed to be stuck. I knew that my father was watching me, and I really didn't want him to know that I had a problem with my legs.
After I stepped out into the long hallway and began limping along, I realized I was going to have to walk a far piece. I wasn't sure I was going to make it, and I even began trembling a little from the heavy load. By now, I wasn't even sure where I was going, but it almost seemed as if I were carrying Chris to a cemetery at the end of the long hall.
As I continued, however, I realized that if I wanted to, I could actually float instead of walking. I gradually rose off the ground a few centimeters and simply floated along down the hallway. When I reached a stairway at the end of the hallway, still carrying Chris, I simply floated down the stairs without touching them with my feet. At the bottom, I encountered a second set of stairs which made a sharp turn to the left and I likewise floated down them. I thought Chris seemed a bit uncertain about my floating abilities, but he tranquilly rode along with me.
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