From: Steven Rhodes
To: gspencer
Sent: Saturday, July 27, 2002 5:12 PM
Subject: Re: Oh . . . I almost forgot . . .
RE: RED SKY VISION
. . . to tell you this one . . . As I was on my way to work this am, just as I was rounding the curve into Evanston, along the lakefront, there was a rose colored sky, so beautiful, it was like none other I'd ever seen. It was glowing all the way out into the western sky! I looked up, over the water, and to my amazement, you'll never believe what I saw!
It was either you or me (with our long hair, just like the Twins,) of all things - KISSING a BEAR! It was not a cloud image that had to be interpreted. It was CLEAR as a BELL! Eros and Orso!
Oh, and, as I was getting off the elevator at work, I heard one of the guys say "Red Sky morning - sailor's warning!" Everyone must have seen something of their own choosing, they always do. I just know what I saw. And I count it as one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. - Steve
Saturday, July 27, 2002
Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 14:42:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steven Rhodes
Subject: Re: A Poem for a Moment - "THAT SUMMER"
To: gspencer
Hello Spencer,
I have been touched today. I wasn't expecting it. It just came. So I thought I'd put it to good use. Here it is in it's first email debut. I will write it out in pen and ink for him, as well. Would you please give it to him, for me. . . A poem I wish to dedicate to My Junior. Our Junior. . .
"That Summer Day"
- by Steven Rhodes
So bright the sky, that summer day,
the city toiled, I looked away,
I sketched on napkins, sunned my face,
Sipped my coffee, joined the race.
A friend arrived, back from a trip,
We opened presents, sip by sip,
He spoke of Shakespeare, then the Queen,
nibbling sandwiches, in between.
I felt a rustling in the air,
I turned around, and you were there.
Stories, aires and lands afar,
Of nights and tales of Zanzibar,
Another Knight, so brave, so true,
a dream, a sip, a glance at you!
I turned around, so not to stare,
As heaven landed on that chair.
Feigning interest, thoughs flew high,
I lost my mind, and caught your eye,
The sun beat down, another sip,
My friend still talking of his trip;
Of what he spoke, I know but this,
My eyes on you, I blew you a kiss,
I forged a plan, to pass your way,
While you held court, that Summer Day,
My legs brushed nimbly past your chair,
Our eyes then locked, a bridge on air,
And at that hour, as time stood still,
Eros landed on our hill!
We travelled distances, unknown,
The trips we'd made, the flights we'd flown,
All came rushing back, to chance,
In that one brief, fleeting glance.
It took an hour to pass your chair,
And as I did, I walked on air.
From that moment on I knew,
there'd never be another you,
Oe'r all the world I long to stay,
To dream, to sip, that Summer Day.
From: Steven Rhodes
Subject: Re: A Poem for a Moment - "THAT SUMMER"
To: gspencer
Hello Spencer,
I have been touched today. I wasn't expecting it. It just came. So I thought I'd put it to good use. Here it is in it's first email debut. I will write it out in pen and ink for him, as well. Would you please give it to him, for me. . . A poem I wish to dedicate to My Junior. Our Junior. . .
"That Summer Day"
- by Steven Rhodes
So bright the sky, that summer day,
the city toiled, I looked away,
I sketched on napkins, sunned my face,
Sipped my coffee, joined the race.
A friend arrived, back from a trip,
We opened presents, sip by sip,
He spoke of Shakespeare, then the Queen,
nibbling sandwiches, in between.
I felt a rustling in the air,
I turned around, and you were there.
Stories, aires and lands afar,
Of nights and tales of Zanzibar,
Another Knight, so brave, so true,
a dream, a sip, a glance at you!
I turned around, so not to stare,
As heaven landed on that chair.
Feigning interest, thoughs flew high,
I lost my mind, and caught your eye,
The sun beat down, another sip,
My friend still talking of his trip;
Of what he spoke, I know but this,
My eyes on you, I blew you a kiss,
I forged a plan, to pass your way,
While you held court, that Summer Day,
My legs brushed nimbly past your chair,
Our eyes then locked, a bridge on air,
And at that hour, as time stood still,
Eros landed on our hill!
We travelled distances, unknown,
The trips we'd made, the flights we'd flown,
All came rushing back, to chance,
In that one brief, fleeting glance.
It took an hour to pass your chair,
And as I did, I walked on air.
From that moment on I knew,
there'd never be another you,
Oe'r all the world I long to stay,
To dream, to sip, that Summer Day.
July 27, 2002 Dream - Being sucked down a drain . . .
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Much pain and anguish in my thoughts - hard to go back to sleep.
- #1 - a boy is on the bed. Trying to act brave. Says he's been stepped on by an elephant. (baby elephant.) He spits up blood several times.
- I told him he has been injured - I can feel the spot he was stepped on. He will die.
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- #2 - A group of us is in a house. We just got there.
- Two of my friends were at the kitchen sink and were sucked down the drain by something "down there".
- Whatever it was, it was trying to suck everyone else down the drain, who stood near.
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Note #1: I looked up the definition of "Corialis" - the effect of the Earth's gravitational force from either pole, causing the counter-clockwise vs. clockwise - circular motion of water down the sewer or drainpipe. (See last dream blog - 6/8/02 - Re: "Amelia Corrialis".
Note #2: I was studying for MCSE lisence - and "Corialis" happened to be, (coincidentally), the publisher of the series I chose, on the advice of a coworker who got his lisence from that series of study materials.
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Much pain and anguish in my thoughts - hard to go back to sleep.
- #1 - a boy is on the bed. Trying to act brave. Says he's been stepped on by an elephant. (baby elephant.) He spits up blood several times.
- I told him he has been injured - I can feel the spot he was stepped on. He will die.
---------
- #2 - A group of us is in a house. We just got there.
- Two of my friends were at the kitchen sink and were sucked down the drain by something "down there".
- Whatever it was, it was trying to suck everyone else down the drain, who stood near.
----------
Note #1: I looked up the definition of "Corialis" - the effect of the Earth's gravitational force from either pole, causing the counter-clockwise vs. clockwise - circular motion of water down the sewer or drainpipe. (See last dream blog - 6/8/02 - Re: "Amelia Corrialis".
Note #2: I was studying for MCSE lisence - and "Corialis" happened to be, (coincidentally), the publisher of the series I chose, on the advice of a coworker who got his lisence from that series of study materials.
Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 04:33:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steven Rhodes
Subject: Re: Not able to decipher . . .
To: gspencer
DREAMS: "ELEPHANTS and DRAINS . . ."
This morning's dreams: (2)
1.) A boy was on the bed. He was in much pain, but trying to be strong. He looked like you, (but could have been Junior, or even my son Jaimie, not sure.) I loved him dearly, tho. He had been stepped on by a baby elephant. He was not smiling anymore. Barely able to speak. Soon, he started spitting up blood. He was hurt real bad. I wanted to put my arms around him, to hug him, but I was afraid I'd hurt him more. I felt his injury. Put my hands on his side. He was dying, no matter if we got him to the hospital or not, then. . . . My friends came, and we went somewhere . . .
2.) . . . We were all in a house, somewhere, like off in a vacation rental. Two of the friends were doing dishes over the sink, and suddenly they were sucked down the drain by something very powerful "down there." My other friend and I knew that if we stood over the drains, anything connected to the drains, we would also be sucked in. (Remember the Corialis effect?) My other friend and I avoided the drains. We watched every step we made, as we moved around the house, and we survived. Just like we survived the terrorist attack, and the systematic chemical poisoning, in those other dreams, I spoke of.
From: Steven Rhodes
Subject: Re: Not able to decipher . . .
To: gspencer
DREAMS: "ELEPHANTS and DRAINS . . ."
This morning's dreams: (2)
1.) A boy was on the bed. He was in much pain, but trying to be strong. He looked like you, (but could have been Junior, or even my son Jaimie, not sure.) I loved him dearly, tho. He had been stepped on by a baby elephant. He was not smiling anymore. Barely able to speak. Soon, he started spitting up blood. He was hurt real bad. I wanted to put my arms around him, to hug him, but I was afraid I'd hurt him more. I felt his injury. Put my hands on his side. He was dying, no matter if we got him to the hospital or not, then. . . . My friends came, and we went somewhere . . .
2.) . . . We were all in a house, somewhere, like off in a vacation rental. Two of the friends were doing dishes over the sink, and suddenly they were sucked down the drain by something very powerful "down there." My other friend and I knew that if we stood over the drains, anything connected to the drains, we would also be sucked in. (Remember the Corialis effect?) My other friend and I avoided the drains. We watched every step we made, as we moved around the house, and we survived. Just like we survived the terrorist attack, and the systematic chemical poisoning, in those other dreams, I spoke of.
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