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Dream of: 22 November 2013 (2) "Death Of A Chicken"
*A dog and I are sitting on the sidewalk in front of the vacant lot which is next to my 17th Street House in Portsmouth. I'm looking over a fence which separates the sidewalk from the lot. A little shed is standing on the other side of the lot where the neighbor's house normally stands. A large light-brown chicken walks out of the shed and walks about half way across the lot. I make sure that the dog doesn't chase after the chicken, but I notice that a black cat is also in the lot. The chicken spots the cat and suddenly starts running back toward the shed. I think the chicken is going to make it, but suddenly the chicken stops just as it reaches the shed - it looks as if the door to the shed has been shut. The cat pounces on the chicken. A second black cat appears and also jumps on the chicken. Then a couple more cats show up. I want to reach over the fence and knock the cats away - but its too late. The cats are already tearing the chicken to pieces. I decide not to interfere at this point.

Dream of: 22 November 2013 "Lord Of The Fiasco"
My father and my sister have come to visit me. I'm not sure how to entertain them, but we descend to my large basement where I think I might show them a movie on the television there. I look through a bunch of DVDs which I have and I decide I might show them The Lord Of The Rings. I have two versions of the movie. One is the more recent version, while the other version is an animated movie which was produced about 20 years ago. It seems as if I only have copies of the newer versions in foreign languages and not in English, but I think the older animated version is in English. I dig out the older movie, stick it into the DVD player and turn it on.
The television is somehow connected by a wire to a series of five light bulbs in the ceiling and the screen of the television is rather strange - its about two meters wide and about a half meter high. After I turn on the television, however, the screen suddenly changes to be about two meters high and about a half meter wide.
We watch the movie for a short while until the screen suddenly goes blank. We can still hear the sound, but we have no picture. I'm not sure what's going on. We continue to listen to the sound for a little while, but I'm not even sure that my father and sister are enjoying the movie anyway. This is turning into a bit of a fiasco. I start looking around and try to figure out something else to watch.

Dream of: 19 November 2013 "The Wind Of Death"


I'm in Portsmouth, sitting in a house from whose window I can look out across the bottom lands of the Scioto River to West Portsmouth on the other side - several kilometers away. A tornado appears to be developing on the hills above West Portsmouth. I first see a big black cloud and then three funnel clouds which drop from the black cloud toward the ground. The funnel clouds appear to be headed toward Portsmouth. I suddenly remember that my brother Chris (1957-1974) is in West Portsmouth in a house which is right in the path of the funnel clouds. I feel bad, but there's nothing I can do about it now. I see that the funnel clouds are headed straight for the house where Chris is. He's probably being killed even as I sit here and watch. Its hard to tell.
The interior of this house where I find myself is similar to the House in Patriot (the home in Patriot, Ohio where my maternal grandparents lived when I was a child). My grandmother Leacy (1901-1972) is here in the house with me. I tell her to head to the basement. The funnel clouds are racing across the bottom lands right toward us and I'm getting ready to run to the basement myself. I can already feel the wind inside the house as my grandmother scurries toward the basement stairs. She's having difficulty going down the stairs. I also head toward the basement stairs.

Dream of: 18 November 2013 "Auto-Pilot"
I'm piloting a small plane from the northwest United States toward Ohio. Another fellow is in the plane with me. Most of the time I put the plane on auto-pilot, although sometimes I'm actually guiding the plane. I can see a road down below which the plane seems to be following. I'm amazed that I can simply push a button and that the plane will simply fly by itself and follow the road. We fly over hills and forests until we finally fly right into the center of a large city. I'm frightened when the plane - on auto-pilot - heads straight toward a tall skyscraper. Just as we are about to crash into the building, the plane comes almost to a complete stop, then loops upward and backwards and all the way around up higher. The plane performs the loop twice until it flies over top of the building and moves forward. Its almost as if the plane has a mind of its own.
As we continue flying, I fall asleep several times. I don't even have to worry about it. Nevertheless, since I can't understand how the plane is able to fly by itself, I do worry.
We finally pass over a city which I at first think might be Columbus. When I see a large river flowing through the city, however, I conclude that the river is the Ohio River and that the city must be Cincinnati. I think we're getting closer to where we want to go and that we'll soon be landing.

Dream of: 17 November 2013 (2) "Thralldom"
My mother and I are in the waiting room of a hospital. Apparently I'm going to be examined. I'm not completely sure why I'm here, but I'm thinking I would like to find a whitener for my teeth which are in really good shape. I can see myself in mirror. I look young and healthy, but if my teeth were whiter, I would really look good. I wonder what would happen if I were to put bleach straight onto my teeth. I think I'll check that out on the internet.
When a nurse walks up to me, I try to think of what I'm going to tell her. I think I'll say that I have a multitude of problems although I can't think of any maladies which I have at the moment. It seems as if I've had a bit of a cough lately. The nurse tells me to go into an adjoining waiting room, which I do. I wait and wait and wait, but the nurse never shows up again. Finally I stand up and walk out. Now I can't find my mother. I don't think she would have left without me, but nevertheless I walk outside.
I see that I'm in Portsmouth in the Bonneyfiddle area on the west end of town. Since I think my mother has a house on 7th Street on the east end of town, I start walking in that direction. When I reach 5th Street just east of Offnere Street, I come across an area of town which I've never seen before. For about a block, all the buildings look like ornate old two or three-story office buildings that might have been built at the beginning of the 1900s. I'm surprised that I've never seen these buildings before since I know Portsmouth so well. All the buildings have artistically elegant facades, and all seem to be empty except for one on the corner which appears to be some kind of antique store. Stepping back, I can see that this antique store is part of a larger building, most of which appears to be run-down and empty. I reflect how I could open an office in one part of this building. Maybe I could buy that part of the building and gradually I could obtain the whole building and completely renovate it. I look across the street and think how I might even buy one of those office buildings. Eventually I could own and renovate all the office buildings on the block.
I step inside the antique store, walk around and admire the beautiful woodwork. I definitely would like to have an office in this building. I walk through the building and into a courtyard area in the rear. I walk through a door at the end of the courtyard and end up in a bizarre labyrinthine area where many people are circulating around. I soon loose myself in the myriad rooms and passageways and I ask several different people how to return to the street. They guide me one way, then another through different doors until I finally realize that there is definitely something frighteningly odd about this whole set-up and I begin to feel that I may never be able to escape.
I finally walk down some stairs into a dark foreboding cellar which appears to be a store-room filled with antique furniture and rows of hardback chairs. A couple dark-bodied men are in the front row of the chairs. Probably in their late 20s, they are shirtless and muscular. I realize they must be engaged in sex. They jump up and quickly pull up and buckle their pants. They don't seem happy that I've stumbled into this room. Its too late to act as if I haven't seen anything, so I keep walking through the room. I'm starting to become a bit apprehensive and I worry that the men might attack me or try to imprison me down here. When the larger of the two men tries to lead me down to an even lower cellar region, I have the feeling that the two men are going to try to imprison me in a dungeon. Frightened of what awaits me, I break away and run up some stairs. I run from bizarre room to bizarre room until I finally begin to suspect that this whole place has something to do with sex - like some kind of sex thralldom - but I can't quite figure it out.
I encounter one muscular fellow who asks me my sexual orientation. I try to think of the proper term and finally blurt out, "Straight."
I walk into another room where I encounter a rather attractive blonde woman (around 30 years old) lying on her stomach. She wants to have sex with me. I think I could have sex wither her right here right now if I wanted, but other people are walking around the room and I don't want to have sex with her here and now. I'm beginning to think, however, that I have to attach myself to someone here, and that I will have to remain attached to that person for a certain amount of time. This blonde would certainly be better than anyone else I've seen. She's the first woman whom I've encountered, but I think if one woman is here, there must be others. If I have to stay here, I would rather look around for another woman. At the moment, however, I don't really want to be attached to anyone, so I continue walking.
I meet an older man (around 60 years old). He also wants to attach himself to me. I think at least he would probably protect me in here, but I don't want to be with him either. He says something about "being in here for nine years" if I stay with him. That doesn't sound good - I surely don't want to stay in here for nine years. I break away from him and continue searching for a way out and avoiding anyone attaching themselves to me. I walk through several inner courtyards and continue asking people how to leave, but I'm beginning to despair of ever finding my way out.

Dream of: 17 November 2013 "Returning To School"
I walk up to the front of a high school. I'm here to see if I can return to school to complete the 12th grade which I never completed when I attended high school. I'm 79 years old, which I realize is very old to return to high school, but I've had this desire in my mind all my life and it seems as if now I'm finally going to do it.
I walk into the front of the school and enter an office. I sit down at a table with four high-school aged girls. Somehow the girls know why I'm here and one of them jokingly says that she objects to the whole idea. I go along with the joke and say, "Well then I'm just going to forget the whole thing."
When someone calls my name, I stand up and walk to a desk which is right here in front of everyone. I would rather go back into a private room to talk about this, but the gray-haired woman (probably in her late 50s) who is sitting at the desk appears ready to interview me right here and now. I ask her if she is the one with whom I need to talk, and she pleasantly responds, "Yes."
I explain to her that this idea might sound crazy, and that if she thinks its crazy, I'll just forget the whole thing. I proceed to explain how I want to return to the 12th grade. She appears astounded. She glances around the room which is filled with other administrative-type people. She finally says that she wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't heard it herself. She asks me about my education and I think she's trying to find out if I completed the 12th grade at another school, but I'm a little confused by the question, and I respond that I did manage to attend college and law school. She seems impressed.
I tell her that I always liked going to school, but then I correct myself and tell her that that is not actually correct because I actually didn't like it when I was attending school.
I'm thinking that I'm living with my parents, which seems a bit odd for someone my age. Nevertheless, such is the case. I'm hoping the woman doesn't think I'm some kind of weirdo who simply wants to be around a bunch of high-school kids, because that isn't the case at all. I simply want to go back to school.
I'm getting the feeling that the woman doesn't think this is a good idea and I'm thinking that I'm simply going to turn around and leave. I still have this desire, however, which I simply can't seem to squelch.

Dream of: 15 November 2013 "Elite"
I'm at an event taking place at Shawnee College in Portsmouth. A big crowd of people is gathered outside. A woman has a little girl (around two years old) which the woman entrusts to me to take care of during the event. I carry the little girl around for an hour or two. The girl is easy to care for and I realize how intelligent she is. She's able to talk and I'm a little surprised to hear her use the word "elite". I'm thinking to myself that I didn't even know that word until I was probably 20 years old. It certainly seems strange to hear such a young girl use this word in her speech.
At the end of the event, the little girl and I are inside a building. I'm still holding her in my arms. One side of the room is completely covered with a glass window. We are sitting in a row of seats, almost like an auditorium, which faces the window so that we can look out the window at the street. Other people are also sitting around us. As the other people and I look out the window, we are all shocked to see a huge black funnel cloud coming down the street right toward us. Just as the tornado reaches the building, however, it dissipates. Then another funnel cloud forms, heads toward the building, and again dissipates. The same thing happens four or five times. I don't feel any fear from the tornadoes. My only concern is protecting the little girl. I think if a tornado actually hits the building, I'll fall down on the ground on top of the little girl and try to protect her. Fortunately, however, none of the tornadoes ever actually hits the building.
I finally set the girl down in a seat while I take care of something. I still remain close to her the entire time. When I finish, I walk back to the girl just as her mother walks up. The girl looks as if she is about to cry. I hope her mother doesn't think that I wasn't watching her the entire time. Her mother picks up the girl and walks off.
I walk outside. During the course of the event I've met a fellow who I now see is walking toward his car. I hadn't known him before, but we've spent some time together here today. When he and some other people reach his car and climb in, he hollers back at me and asks me something. Then he asks me if I'm a lawyer. I answer, "Yes, I am."
I walk toward him because it seems as if he wants to talk with me about something. When I reach him, I tell him that I am a licensed attorney, but that I'm only licensed to practice law in Texas and not in Ohio. It turns out that he's going to another event in a few days, and at that even, for some reason, he needs to introduce a lawyer. I asks him if he knows a lawyer and he says that he doesn't know any. Obviously he wants me to go with him so he can introduce me. I tell him I'll go with him. I think to myself that this will give me the opportunity to formally introduce myself to the lawyers in Portsmouth. I already know quite a few lawyers in Portsmouth, but I've never been formally introduced to them. I think to myself that I should probably also take a lawyer whom I myself can introduce to the crowd at the event, even though I'm still not even sure what the event is about.

Dream of: 14 November 2013 "Distressing Sight"
When I drop my pretty blonde friend Michelle (around 25 years old) off at her home, something arouses my suspicions that she might be seeing another man, so I return a little while later. From the sidewalk I'm able to look into her house through something which looks like a show window, about a meter high and two meters long. I can see her inside lying naked on her back on a bed. I can't clearly see the features of her body, but I can also see that a naked man is with her and the more I look, I can see that two naked men are with her. I can't distinctly see anyone's body, but both men are probably in their 40s and one is bald. From the look on Michelle's face, I can't tell whether she's in ecstasy or pain. It bothers me to see her like that. Another woman is standing next to me, also watching the show. I ask the woman, "Is she with two guys?"
The woman answers, "Yes, and she's with ...."
I can't understand the woman's last words, but when I look more closely, I think I can also see the face of another woman in the bed with Michelle. I'm mesmerized by the sight, yet sad at the same time.

Dream of: 12 November 2013 "Large And Small Snakes"
While walking around the inside of a cabin with several other people, I notice a white snake on a desk sitting against a wall. Among the group is Jon (about 30 years old, a friend with whom I attended law school starting in 1981). Jon walks over to the snake - which turns out to be about two meters long - and grabs it by the neck. As Jon walks past me carrying the snake, I want to touch it, and I pass my hand over the snake's soft and delicate skin. A small boy in the group also touches the snake before Jon carries it outside. When I watch Jon throw the snake over a high fence, I'm disturbed because I think the snake might have been injured when it fell to the ground on the other side of the fence. I express my dismay to Jon, and he admits that he probably shouldn't have thrown the snake that way.
When we continue walking around, we're inside a mall. Someone finds another snake and this time it is suggested that I be the one who captures the snake. As I'm sitting on the floor, a boy begins pushing me along the floor toward the snake. I tell him that I'm able to walk, but he says no, that he has to do it this way. As I sit with an erect back, he continues to push me through the people toward the snake which is against the wall and is about a meter long. I'm definitely intimidated. Before we reach the snake, however, I see another extremely tiny snake which is lying on a leaf of a plant. Suddenly the tiny snake jumps to the floor right in front of me. People are standing all over the place and at first I can't see the snake. I run my hand along the floor until I feel something. I see that it is the little snake and I wrap my fingers around its little neck. Suddenly, however, the snake starts to expand in side and strength so fast, its all I can do to hold on to it. With difficulty, I manage to hold on.

Dream of: 12 November 2013 "In The Cemetery"
While walking around Greenlawn cemetery in Portsmouth, I encounter a fellow whom I know and we talk for a few minutes. When a thin woman (probably in her late 20s) with kinky blonde hair walks past us, I start talking with her and quickly perceive that she has an accent. I'm surprised to find someone in Portsmouth with a foreign accent. As we continue talking, I realize how gorgeous she is. After we talk for a while, she says she has to leave, and a small white pickup truck pulls up. I have the feeling that her boyfriend might be driving the truck, but then I'm happy to see that another woman is driving.
The blonde and I both climb into the back of the truck which is so loaded down with stuff, I can barely find a place to sit. She moves in close to me and sits on my lap. The other woman then simply drives around the cemetery as the blonde and I continue talking. I ask her where she's from, but what I really want to know is what language she speaks. It sounds as if she might have a French accent, but I'm unsure. When I ask her if she'll tell me what country she's from, she refuses and says, "No."
I'm unhappy to hear her response and I continue to press her. Thinking I could exchange a few words with her in another language, I tell her that I speak a couple languages. Although she refuses to tell me what language she can speak, she remains pressed so close to me that our faces are almost touching. She seems attracted to me and finally I give her a sensuous little peck on the lips. I'm surprised that she allows me to kiss her like that, and I ask her if she does this with every man she meet. She asks me what I mean and I respond, "Make them fall in love with you."
I could just imagine this beautiful creature seducing one man after another. I explain that its not that I'm actually in love with her, but that she has definitely made me feel attracted to her.
The truck stops for a moment and a brown-haired woman (probably in her early 30s) hops on the back. I immediately recognize her as my Kievian Facebook friend, Kateryna. She stands pleasantly in front of us. Since I know that Kateryna speaks French, I start talking to her in French. Referring to the blonde, I say something like, "Je crois que elle parle français, mais elle ne veut pas parler avec moi."
The blonde - still sitting on my lap - is facing Kateryna with her back toward me. She says a few words to Kateryna in French, but I can't hear clearly what she says. It sounds as if the blonde is able to speak French, but as if French isn't her native language. I have the feeling that she may be from a small country which speaks an obscure language, and I think she might even mention the name of a tiny European country.
Kateryna only stays on the truck a few minutes before leaving. The driver of the truck continues driving several times around the cemetery. It seems curious that the other woman seems to be acting as our chauffeur and driving us around like that. I can't quite figure out why she would be doing that. I continue talking with the blonde until the truck finally stops. I hate to leave her. She says she wants to ask a favor of me. She wants me to do something for her. I really like the woman and I hope to myself that she's not going to say something like, "For a hundred dollars I'll do anything you want."

Dream of: 11 November 2013 "Bloody Dog"
*I'm in a house where I live. The huge back yard is enclosed in a black wrought iron fence. I can hear some dogs which I own in the back yard and I go outside to look at the three or four large dogs, one of which is black. Then I see five small black puppies walking toward the house, I think, "Oh my God", as I wonder if one of my dogs had puppies. That would be a disaster. I definitely don't want any more dogs. Then I see another black dog - wearing a red collar - which doesn't belong to me and I realize that it has brought the puppies into the yard. I think I'm going to have to call the dog pound to come and get this black dog and its puppies.
I see that my dogs have surrounded the intruding dog and I go to it. I find that it is covered in blood. I had thought the dog was black, but now I see that it is a lighter color. The collar also isn't red. I grab the dog by the collar and talk soothingly to it. When I see a tag with a name and a phone number on the collar, I think I'll be able to call the owner right now since I have my cell phone in my pocket. Hopefully the owner will come and fetch the dog and the puppies.
I use a white rag to rub the blood off the dog's face. The dog has a cut on the top of its head. I guess my dogs must have attacked it. Trying to be as nice as I can to the dog, I say, "Come on baby."

Dream of: 09 November 2013 (2) "Dream Of The Dead"
*I've arrived on a bus for a visit at the home of Steve Weinstein (whom I've known since we were in the tenth grade together in 1967). Steve is living in a splendid mansion which apparently originally belonged to Steve's parents. I don't know whether they still live in the home or whether they have died, but I have the feeling that Steve has inherited this place from them.
*Steve, whom I haven't seen in a long time, is probably in his late 30s, and looks in good form. I say something like, "So how's life turned out?"
When he doesn't respond, I continue with something like, "I feel like my life hasn't even started yet."
I reflect that I actually do feel exactly like that. As old as I am, it feels as if my life is just getting started. I'm thinking how I've needed all these years to accumulate all the dreams which I've written. Now I have the material for the books which I still want to write. Its true that I feel as if I really haven't lived, but as if my life is only now getting started.
I want to tell Steve about a dream which I had on the bus on the way here. I think the dream was interesting because it had involved dead people. I begin telling Steve the dream and describing the people whom I met in the dream. I didn't figure out that the people in the dream were dead until the end of the dream and I'm anxious to get to that part as I relate the dream to Steve.
As I'm narrating the dream, I realize that Steve and I have left his house and are now sitting in a car. It almost seems as if we're heading north on highway 23 between Portsmouth and Columbus. The car is a red convertible with the top down. Steve is driving while I'm sitting on the hood of the car with my back against the windshield on the passenger side.
Steve seems to be driving very fast, and as he whizzes along the road - covered with ice and snow - I tell him to be careful. I reflect that I'm not as reckless as I used to be. I don't even like to go outside any more and I usually stay at home, especially on days when ice and snow cover the ground.
We seem to be on a four-lane highway, but cars are coming toward us in all lanes. Steve almost hits some people walking across the road right in front of us, but he misses them. I glance to my left and see that the road is on the side of a cliff which borders an area as big as the Grand Canyon. I gasp, "Oh my God." I can just imagine going over the side of cliff, flying through the air, and crashing at the bottom. Nevertheless, with me still lying on my back on the hood of the car, Steve continues to silently speed down the road as fast as he can. I think I need to slide back into the seat. This is really dangerous. I could just fall off from here.
Finally I realize that we're back in Steve's house and that I'm sitting on the floor of a bedroom. I'm only wearing a pair of white underwear. I recall that I took off my clothes as soon as I entered the house. A door is open and I can see into the adjoining room where a fellow (perhaps 30 years old) is lying on the top bunk of a bunk bed right next to the door. He's awake and Steve says something to him. Apparently the fellow lives here with Steve. I'm a little embarrassed because I have an erection which is perceptible under my underwear. I hope I don't have to stand up. I wish I were holding a book which I could hold in front of me if I do have to stand up.
The other fellow stands up out of the bed. Apparently he wants to shake my hand, but I remain seated. I don't really want to stand up. Since I know that Steve is gay, I think I might make a joke and say, "Forgive the boner. I got it when I saw Steve, but I decide it would be better not to say that. I know that I have no attraction for Steve and that I've simply had an erection ever since I entered the house.
Steve has walked out of the room. I figure that he also will only be wearing underwear when he returns. I anticipate that his body will be muscular and built-up. My body is in good shape, but I know it won't look nearly as good as Steve's. I feel a bit self-conscious when I glance at my stomach and notice a bit of flab.

Dream of: 09 November 2013 "Transparent People"
I'm in a building with a group of perhaps 50 people. I can't figure out exactly where we are, but some strange things are happening. Some of the people seem to be transparent. When they step up to me, I try to touch them and my hands go right through them. Not all the people, however, are ghostly and transparent - some are real. I'm trying to understand what's going on here and how this is happening. I think that the transparent effect must be accomplished by mirrors or that there is some other logical explanation. Maybe some kind of experiment is being performed on us. I'm amazed, however, that I can actually pass my hand right through a fellow who is standing in front of me. I just can't figure it out. How is that possible?
The place is like a big showroom. One real fellow around 50 years old (who resembles a man who runs a pawn shop in Portsmouth) has found a very attractive woman (around 30 years old) who is sitting naked on a couch. She is one of the unreal people. I have the feeling that the fellow has already had sex with the woman. I walk past them a couple times. When the fellow stands up and walks away from the woman, I ask him if he minds if I sit down with the woman. Since he doesn't seem to mind, I sit down next to her. I think I will actually be able to touch this woman and have sex with her. I've already taken off my clothes and I'm completely naked. I already have an erection. The woman seems very willing. I think I'll simply climb on top of her.
For some reason, however, I change my mind. I stand up and start walking around. I now realize that several of these naked ghostly women are circulating in the room. I see the man who had been sitting on the couch. He is standing naked in front of me and he says something about having already had sex "three times". I realize that naked women are sitting all over the place and that I could have sex with them if I want. As I continue walking, I blurt out, "Are there any women here?" What I'm asking is whether any real women are here.
Other real people are also trying to figure out what is going on. One person finds an old brown console television which looks like something from the 1950s. Although other newer televisions are also sitting around, the old one is the only one which appears to work. It looks as if it actually has programs on it and several of us gather around to watch. The more I look at the television, however, I realize that the same ghostly people are also putting on the shows on the television.
I try talking to some of the unreal people around me. I keep trying to figure out what is going on, but it eludes me. I finally walk out a back door and I see a river flowing beside the building. I see another small building next door and a postman is standing in front of the building. I holler at him, but he doesn't answer, and I conclude that he must be one of the ghostly people.
I walk back into the showroom and walk to the front where I find four women sitting at a table with a bunch of stuff which looks like bottles of perfume and make-up piled on it. As I stand naked in from of them with a big boner, I experience a revelation, and with a sweep of one hand I knock all the stuff off the table. The women don't seem startled by my action and they seem to look at my action as my announcement that I've figured out what is going on here. Actually I haven't yet completely figured out what is going on.
I look at the four women. They are probably all in their 30s (one black-haired woman vaguely looks like Chris, a Facebook friend whom I've known since the late 1960s). I realize that these four women are real, and I remember seeing them back when I first arrived here. I had earlier felt intimidated by these women. They are all dressed, all are tall and thin and in good shape, all seem intelligent. Sitting here in a little coterie, they apparently have figured out things to some extent. They seem to realize that I've finally come to my senses about what is happening here. Now I feel as if I'm their equal and I intend to sit down and talk with them. I'm going to have to come to terms with these real women and deal with them because they seem to hold some kind of key to what is transpiring here. I feel as if I would like to get to know them better. They say something about my "little thing", a reference to my penis. I respond, "I don't want to startle you. I'm going to put on some clothes."
I tell them that I'll be right back and I walk away so I can put on some clothes. As I walk away, a memory returns about being on a bus with some people and going somewhere. The bus driver took a short cut. He had a wreck and we all got killed. This memory helps me understand how I came to be here and it all starts to make sense. The ghostly people here were all killed in the bus crash. Some of the people, however, like the four women sitting at the table, are real.
*

Dream of: 13 October 2013 "Playful Wolf"
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While I'm sitting in the living room of a house out in the country, a huge wolf walks into the room. After it walks right up to me, I start petting it and playing with it. Its as friendly as it can be.
I know this wolf belongs to a woman (around 25 years old) who lives in a nearby house. She also walks into the room. I don't know her well, but I've come to like her. She's very attractive and somewhat reminds me of my friend Michelle. She sits down on the other side of the room while I continue playing with the wolf. I ask her if the wolf makes up with everyone the way it has with me. She says it does. I don't believe her because the wolf seems to have a special love for me.
I really like the woman and I hope she'll stay for a while. After she lies down on the couch and appears to have fallen asleep, I muse that I would like to make love to her right now. She seems so beautiful.
She wakes up and says she has to leave. I'm sorry because I don't want her to go. I want her to stay, but there's not much I can do about it. She seems to hesitate for a moment, as if she might stay, and I imagine what it would be like to hold her in my arms and make love to her.

Dream of: 08 November 2012 "A Spiritual Group"

While I'm in Portsmouth with a black-haired woman with whom I'm connected and who somewhat resembles Carolina, I decide I would like to form a group of people with whom I can talk - a spiritual group. The black haired woman and I each create a big white sign using black letters to advertise for such a group and we hang the signs on a building on a corner where the old Giovanni's pizza shop used to be in downtown Portsmouth when I was a teen-ager.
While the black haired woman and I were still in the car, I noticed a word which I thought she had misspelled on her sign. The word she had written was "tipple", while I thought she had meant to write "temple" in accordance with the spiritual nature of the group. So I was taken aback when she asked me if I knew what a "tipple" was; I had trouble finding the word in my mind when I searched for it. Finally I blurted out something like "it is the tip of a person's tit". The word still didn't sound quite right to me but I thought I had correctly stated the meaning of "tipple".
The woman and I are on our way to the meeting which is scheduled to begin at twenty after the hour and we are almost ten minutes late because it is already almost half past the hour. When we finally arrive at a building in the general area where the Scioto County Democratic Headquarters is located close to downtown Portsmouth, I am surprised to see that about 30 people are already sitting in chairs in the room.
I walk into the room and stand in front of a wide assortment of adults. They all seem comfortable so I start talking. I explain that the idea is for us to have a spiritual group. I explain that I'm not talking about a religious group and that its "not a Christian group, or a Jewish group, or Buddhist" and I even add somewhat surprisingly "or a Taoist". I envision the group as being one where we talk about God even though the belief in God will not be a requirement for being in the group. I tell everyone it is not necessary for a person to believe in God in order to be in this group, and then I add, however, "I do believe in God."
Once I have made my proclamation, others also begin talking. They seem friendly enough. Soon someone asks about a raffle. I learn that apparently when they had arrived, everyone had put a ticket in a jar. Someone asserted that these kind of groups always have a raffle and I suddenly begin to think that everyone came for the raffle because they think they might win something. I find the raffle distasteful, but I don't yet know how I will be able to suppress it. For today, however, I think we will have to draw a ticket for some prize, but I certainly don't know what that prize will be.
As we talk more, I further learn that many of these people have been in twelve-step groups. I adamantly assert that this is not a twelve-step group and that this group is not like that. At the same time, I think this group might have some similarities to twelve-step groups. I'm not sure of that yet. I not sure of where we're headed with this group.
Everyone else is still sitting while I continue standing in front of the group. As I walk around the room, at one point I realize that I'm actually standing behind the way the chairs are facing and that everyone has their necks turned around facing backwards.
I'm thinking clearly. My words are clear and coherent.
A fellow (about 20 years old) to my right has stood up and started talking. Another woman (about 40 years old) in the group says something about him which indicates that she knows him. It sounds as if they might have worked together. As he starts walking toward me, I grimace to see that he is completely naked and that he appears to have an erection. In troubling display, his overly large penis is sticking straight out horizontal to the floor. I don't intend to stop people from coming to the group naked, but this fellow definitely makes me uneasy. When I look back at him a second time, I see that he is actually wearing underwear. I tell the group that I had had an "hallucination" for a moment that the man had been completely naked. After the semi-nude man sits back down, I say something about how "we even have a naked man in here now". That rather bothers me.
A girl asks if everyone thinks they know each other and people seem to acknowledge recognizing each other. I ask if anyone thinks that anyone in here is dangerous. They seem to think that it is possible, but no one seems particularly concerned about that.
At the end I think I might put up $10 myself for the raffle. Its worth it to me if we meet just once a week. I can put up $10 each week. Just the benefit for me of being in a group like this is valuable to me. I would be willing to put up $10 a week simply to entice people into the group.




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