Dream of: 01 July 1986 "The Razor's Edge"

I was walking around a park in Dallas which contained a number of people among whom was Paul Light (a Dallas attorney). He was sitting at a picnic table, talking with someone who was apparently his client. It sounded as if he were telling the client how much he, Light, would charge to handle a case for him. As I walked by, Light and I exchanged greetings.

A special bus was being driven from the park to the Dallas County courthouse by judge Mike Schwille for lawyers who were going to do criminal appointment work in his court. The ride was supposed to take about half an hour; I decided to take the bus. Some lawyers gathered and we began boarding. Two seats were on each side of the aisle and six or seven rows of those seats in the rear were filled. I sat down in a seat near the rear.

I began reflecting on how feckless the lawyers on the bus seemed. Yet I myself had only been away from them for two months and felt rather sheepish coming back so quickly.

My old friend Roger Anderson and Anderson's brother Jim were also on the bus. One lawyer (about 40 years old) suggested to me that I hire Jim to work for me. The lawyer apparently planned to hire Anderson to work for him. I told him I couldn't afford to do that.

We finally arrived at the courthouse and began filing off the bus. I had failed to speak to the judge when I had boarded and wanted to speak to him as I got off, but I discovered he had already left the bus and gone to his chambers. Someone else was sitting in the driver's seat on the bus. I thought I would just talk to the judge when I got inside.

I walked into the courtroom, saw several people whom I knew and began circulating among them. Everyone seemed happy to see me.

The suit I was wearing was one of the same suits I had had before I had left Dallas. I wondered if anyone would notice I hadn't bought any new suits.

The lawyers put their names in a box so they could be drawn to see who would be appointed. Each lawyer was given a letter when his name was drawn and the letters were written down. When my name was drawn I was given an "A." Someone else had also gotten an "A"; I wondered how the letters would be distinguished. There must be some way of knowing who was who when two people were given the same letters, but I didn't know exactly how the system worked.

I noticed a new fellow who seemed to have become quite adept at the procedure. Yet I thought I still knew a good deal more than he about what was going on.

I looked for Mary Biester (a Dallas attorney) but I didn't see her anywhere, although I would have liked to.

I saw Rhonda (the court reporter) and Vestal (the court administrator); I thought I needed to take them out to lunch. I should have taken them out before I left Dallas, but had never done so. I had a conflict in my mind, because I had decided not to buy meat or alcohol for anyone when I took them out to eat. I wondered what I should do. I began to vacillate and thought perhaps in this case I would let them go ahead and eat what they wanted, but I was still uncertain I would be able to do that and thought it might present a slight problem. I walked over to Louise, who was at her desk. She seemed glad to see me and I asked her how things had been going. She said things had gone fine and there had been no problems.

Loretta, one of the prosecuting attorneys, walked over to me and said she would like to speak with me. I immediately left Louise and went with Loretta who told me one of my former clients wanted to appeal a case. Loretta wanted to know if I would like to contact the client for the appeal. Of course it wasn't my responsibility to contact the client, but I could if I wanted to. Loretta said if the client didn't go through me then the client would have to go to Denver or some other distant city. Loretta said it would cost $200 to appeal the case in Dallas and only $75 someplace else. I said, "Yea, but she'll have to travel and that'll be a lot of extra expense going to those other places. She'd be better off to do it here."

Loretta was writing something on a piece of paper, which looked like the abbreviation A.E.C. I asked her what that stood for and she mumbled something which I didn't understand. I didn't ask her to repeat it; I thought I would figure it out later. I asked her if I had left anything else behind undone. She said I hadn't, that I had taken care of everything and had done a good job. I felt good about that.

It felt good to be back and it seemed pleasant to be in a courtroom again. A woman walked up and asked me if I had gotten a California hair cut while I had been gone. I said, "No."

She mentioned I had told her I was going to get a California hair cut before I had left.

Finally I saw my ex-wife, Louise. She was smoking a cigarette and the smoke was swirling around her head. She had short dark hair styled differently than I had ever seen it. It somewhat reminded me of a 1920s style hairdo. Her hair hung over her forehead and was cut straight across level with her eyebrows. It looked nice. She looked somewhat like Sophie MacDonald (a character played by Theresa Russell in the movie The Razor's Edge), who had become so dissolute in Paris.

She saw me but didn't say anything. She passed by me once and when she came near me the second time I said, "Hi, how are you?"

She turned and looked at me. Then she walked over and stood beside me. My hand was resting on something and she put her rear against my hand. I felt like pinching her, but I didn't. She seemed to be wearing a tight pink dress and appeared to have gained a little weight.

She said she was surprised to see me back. I told her that since I was in town anyway, I thought I would come down to the courthouse to earn some extra money to replenish my dwindling supplies. I felt good because I actually still had quite a bit of money saved and had not let it dwindle to nothing.

Louise mentioned she had gotten a different hair cut. She said she had returned her hair to its original color and apparently she had used dye to do so. Moist dye had rubbed off onto her skin and left a dark spot on her nose between her eyes. I pointed it out to her and she became concerned. I thought she was going to go off to fix it before I had a chance to talk with her any more.

Before Louise could leave, Louise walked up to us, said she wanted to tell us both three truths and rattled off the first truth.

The second truth, she said, was that when one plays gin rummy one should play the hand through one's superior and not one's inferior. Apparently she was saying that one had to use a proxy when playing rummy, but if that proxy makes a mistake and is one's superior, one will be able to control one's anger. However if the proxy is one's inferior, one wouldn't be able to control one's anger. The thrust of the truth had something to do with "the great brown liquid." She was obviously referring to alcohol and basically saying alcohol could destroy a person.

The third truth dealt with cigarettes and how bad they were for a person. I thought Louise should be directing that at Louise, since Louise was the one standing there smoking.

Louise and I separated and suddenly I saw my old friend, Leah, in the courtroom walking toward me. She was very tall and almost seemed to be wearing stilts. I hugged her and my face only came to her breasts, which seemed large and firm. Since I didn't want to bury my nose in her bosom, I didn't hug her tightly. She was wearing a long white strapless dress. She had a dark tan and looked much different than I remembered her, but I knew it was her. She was surprised to see I had returned and wanted to know how I was doing.

I left her and walked into the clerks' office. Francis (a court clerk) and three other clerks were all huddled at their desks. I said, "Guess who's back."

They all laughed. I had said it in the same tone of voice as the little girl on the movie Poltergeist II had said, "They're back."

Francis had a large smile on her face and seemed happy to see me back.

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