Friday, June 14, 2002
[Interesting Letter from Spencer]
His name is Richard. [Spencer's Titan Contractor at the USRRB] - Men with the name Richard are heartbreakers for Spencer. The fellow who sutured my knees when I was a lad of 16 and visited me at home. His DA greased hair, his black leather jacket, his tight levis, his Canoe cologne, his silky long straight black chest and belly hair, long long legs - yikes. My heart is pounding just remembering that. Fuck!
I fit under his arm like I was born to be there. Another Richard, heart throb, and yet another. Oh, oh, not another! King Richards all. We have an ancestor that was one of the Barons witnessing the Magna Carta, yes, maybe some connection deep deep within.
Friday, June 14, 2002
Thursday, June 13, 2002
Thursday, June 13, 2002
[interesting suprise end to the day]
". . . A wonderful surprise, riding home, last night - stopped at Oak Street Beach for what I believe were the first fireworks display of the season - coming off Navy Pier! Don't think there was a special occasion. Wonderful display. Many people were sitting on the rocks - I hummed the Star-Spangled Banner - (luv that tune) while the white-capped waves crashed (well, more banged) onto the shore! What a great climax to the day! Eh? . . . "
[interesting suprise end to the day]
". . . A wonderful surprise, riding home, last night - stopped at Oak Street Beach for what I believe were the first fireworks display of the season - coming off Navy Pier! Don't think there was a special occasion. Wonderful display. Many people were sitting on the rocks - I hummed the Star-Spangled Banner - (luv that tune) while the white-capped waves crashed (well, more banged) onto the shore! What a great climax to the day! Eh? . . . "
Tuesday, June 11, 2002
Tuesday, June 11, 2002
Had a fairly decent workout at gym, today. Yelled at the Manager for allowing raw sewage to be tracked all thru the locker room - careless workers rodded a drain - and then just walked out, tracking it all over, - leaving it an unspeakable mess! My friend William shouted - "Give em Hell, Steel!" as I left to flag down Bally's Finest. Bally-hooing, if you will! Humpff! Stopped by Sherwin's again - this time fresh Juice makin's! Yummy - Youth Tonic. Just finished my first glass - of the new batch! Carrots, Beets, Celery, Spinach, and Red Delicious Apples - all organic. A $16 cure for aging! Writing my Guvner, listening to Rimsky-Korsakov's - "Shaharazade" in the background on WFMT. Intended to work on updating my resume. Will put it on the Steve Rhodes website I've neglected and forgotten about! Links to all my fabulous websites (non-porn, but still fabulous!) Hope to get a Web-job, although there is only one lead, at this writing. And that is just a WEB Editor. That is also what I'd like to teach, if I had to choose a field. And there should be SOME need for that, I am sure. I don't think I will be teaching music, although, I may need to re-think that. It is not an easy job, but it is, logically, still a possibility.
Mayor should be safely in London, and is booked, solid, every night of his 17 -day stay! Meeting his jet-set, globe-hopping friend Trudy, there, tonight, I believe. Overheard his phone conversation, jubilantly exclaiming his plans, yesterday, back at the Penthouse! He blurted out that he is 55, yesterday, (after at least two bottles of Pino Grigio) much to my protests, as to not wanting to know. So, I guess he is happy and enjoying early retirement. "
Had a fairly decent workout at gym, today. Yelled at the Manager for allowing raw sewage to be tracked all thru the locker room - careless workers rodded a drain - and then just walked out, tracking it all over, - leaving it an unspeakable mess! My friend William shouted - "Give em Hell, Steel!" as I left to flag down Bally's Finest. Bally-hooing, if you will! Humpff! Stopped by Sherwin's again - this time fresh Juice makin's! Yummy - Youth Tonic. Just finished my first glass - of the new batch! Carrots, Beets, Celery, Spinach, and Red Delicious Apples - all organic. A $16 cure for aging! Writing my Guvner, listening to Rimsky-Korsakov's - "Shaharazade" in the background on WFMT. Intended to work on updating my resume. Will put it on the Steve Rhodes website I've neglected and forgotten about! Links to all my fabulous websites (non-porn, but still fabulous!) Hope to get a Web-job, although there is only one lead, at this writing. And that is just a WEB Editor. That is also what I'd like to teach, if I had to choose a field. And there should be SOME need for that, I am sure. I don't think I will be teaching music, although, I may need to re-think that. It is not an easy job, but it is, logically, still a possibility.
Mayor should be safely in London, and is booked, solid, every night of his 17 -day stay! Meeting his jet-set, globe-hopping friend Trudy, there, tonight, I believe. Overheard his phone conversation, jubilantly exclaiming his plans, yesterday, back at the Penthouse! He blurted out that he is 55, yesterday, (after at least two bottles of Pino Grigio) much to my protests, as to not wanting to know. So, I guess he is happy and enjoying early retirement. "
Tuesday, June 11, 2002
[More on Judy Carmichael]
Judy Carmichael had some interesting words to say about teaching and performing, last nite! I have always toyed with the idea of working up a program to take around to the schools and the Park Districts. Have had zero help and inspiration, making it come to
fruition, tho. Energy and attitude are not there, after the day is done. She seems to have an abundant supply of both! Gave her a sweet kiss on the hand, for all the inspiration she bestowed on me! Really wanted to meet her, and thank her, but she kind of disappeared, after Steinway bitch and Director Dike stole the floor, after the performance. Drat! I was
in a band with a girl who kinda reminded me of Judy.
Drat! I was in a band with a girl who kinda reminded me of Judy. We haven't stayed in touch, but I think she just wanted to marry her beau, and settle down and have kids. Lived up in Crystal Lake.
She was actually our "Respond" Lady. (The company that supplied and stocked all our medical cabinets at USG). We just hit it off, from day one, and I ended up joining her Blues group and worked with them for about 6 mos., before they kept cancelling our performances, cuz they never seemed to be "ready!" We were really pretty good, too, I thought! She performed with Steve Arvey at Dick's Last Resort at North Pier, sometimes. (He was our guitarist, btw - Stunningly cute Jewish Cub)!
[More on Judy Carmichael]
Judy Carmichael had some interesting words to say about teaching and performing, last nite! I have always toyed with the idea of working up a program to take around to the schools and the Park Districts. Have had zero help and inspiration, making it come to
fruition, tho. Energy and attitude are not there, after the day is done. She seems to have an abundant supply of both! Gave her a sweet kiss on the hand, for all the inspiration she bestowed on me! Really wanted to meet her, and thank her, but she kind of disappeared, after Steinway bitch and Director Dike stole the floor, after the performance. Drat! I was
in a band with a girl who kinda reminded me of Judy.
Drat! I was in a band with a girl who kinda reminded me of Judy. We haven't stayed in touch, but I think she just wanted to marry her beau, and settle down and have kids. Lived up in Crystal Lake.
She was actually our "Respond" Lady. (The company that supplied and stocked all our medical cabinets at USG). We just hit it off, from day one, and I ended up joining her Blues group and worked with them for about 6 mos., before they kept cancelling our performances, cuz they never seemed to be "ready!" We were really pretty good, too, I thought! She performed with Steve Arvey at Dick's Last Resort at North Pier, sometimes. (He was our guitarist, btw - Stunningly cute Jewish Cub)!
Tuesday, June 11, 2002
Some weird dreams last nite:
- of college dorms and Thanksgiving Dinner with turkey heads in the bowl! YIIIIKES! Must have been the parking ticket that tried to spoil my fun! Sounds like a bad movie! Another msg. from mother on machine, this am. She said she had a feeling I was not doing well, and has been concerned. She is the most caring mother, love her so much. This world will definitely not be the same place, without her.
Some weird dreams last nite:
- of college dorms and Thanksgiving Dinner with turkey heads in the bowl! YIIIIKES! Must have been the parking ticket that tried to spoil my fun! Sounds like a bad movie! Another msg. from mother on machine, this am. She said she had a feeling I was not doing well, and has been concerned. She is the most caring mother, love her so much. This world will definitely not be the same place, without her.
Sunday, June 09, 2002
Sunday, June 9, 2002
[email to Spencer, inre: Mayor's trip to London]
" . . . Mayor leaves for London Monday. Wants a goodbye fist, before he takes off. WooFFs! Did I say that? Sent a real nice email when he got back from the U of M fundraiser, Thurs. nite. His x-wifey is still the Director of Foreigh Affairs, there. Said he wore his most expensive duds, and waxed to the max for the affair! Had drinks with the party bois, at the mixer, afterwards. Found an interesting Lebansese boi toi- I'm sure they found SOMEthing to talk about! New Jersey Real estate! Ha! . . ."
[email to Spencer, inre: Mayor's trip to London]
" . . . Mayor leaves for London Monday. Wants a goodbye fist, before he takes off. WooFFs! Did I say that? Sent a real nice email when he got back from the U of M fundraiser, Thurs. nite. His x-wifey is still the Director of Foreigh Affairs, there. Said he wore his most expensive duds, and waxed to the max for the affair! Had drinks with the party bois, at the mixer, afterwards. Found an interesting Lebansese boi toi- I'm sure they found SOMEthing to talk about! New Jersey Real estate! Ha! . . ."
Sunday, June 9, 2002
[Re: The fire in the hair dream, from yesterday]
I just did a quick search in the dream dictionary and found the following:
. . . "Hair is highly valued by most cultures. It is a symbol of vanity, security, sensuality, sexual appeal, and of youth. In some cultures women are not allowed to show their hair outside their homes. Wealthy men go through painful surgery and spend thousands of dollars to replace lost hair follicles. Needless to say, hair is a valuable dream symbol. It represents physical and spiritual strength. Samson's hair was the source of his strength and virility. In our dreams hair can represent our thoughts, knowledge, and reasoning. White or gray hair represents age and wisdom while body hair may symbolize protection and warmth. When interpreting this dream make attempts to identify a primary issue and connect it to a situation in your daily life. . ."
. . . "Fire
This is a very complex symbol that can have both negative and positive connotations. When interpreting this dream, you need to consider all of its details and your emotional responses in the dream. Fire can be a deeply spiritual symbol representing transformation and enlightenment. On the other hand, it could represent danger, anger, passion, pain or fear. Is the fire in your dream destroying something or simply warming you? Are you currently engaging in negative behaviors or are knowingly making wrong (or destructive) choices? (Yeah, my winning career path, and I use the term, lightly! ) Your unconscious mind may be warning you and at the same time encouraging you to alter those things in your life which may be hurtful and dangerous. . . "
Well, if THAT isn't a warning sign!!!!
[Re: The fire in the hair dream, from yesterday]
I just did a quick search in the dream dictionary and found the following:
. . . "Hair is highly valued by most cultures. It is a symbol of vanity, security, sensuality, sexual appeal, and of youth. In some cultures women are not allowed to show their hair outside their homes. Wealthy men go through painful surgery and spend thousands of dollars to replace lost hair follicles. Needless to say, hair is a valuable dream symbol. It represents physical and spiritual strength. Samson's hair was the source of his strength and virility. In our dreams hair can represent our thoughts, knowledge, and reasoning. White or gray hair represents age and wisdom while body hair may symbolize protection and warmth. When interpreting this dream make attempts to identify a primary issue and connect it to a situation in your daily life. . ."
. . . "Fire
This is a very complex symbol that can have both negative and positive connotations. When interpreting this dream, you need to consider all of its details and your emotional responses in the dream. Fire can be a deeply spiritual symbol representing transformation and enlightenment. On the other hand, it could represent danger, anger, passion, pain or fear. Is the fire in your dream destroying something or simply warming you? Are you currently engaging in negative behaviors or are knowingly making wrong (or destructive) choices? (Yeah, my winning career path, and I use the term, lightly! ) Your unconscious mind may be warning you and at the same time encouraging you to alter those things in your life which may be hurtful and dangerous. . . "
Well, if THAT isn't a warning sign!!!!
Sunday, June 9, 2002
[Re: Response about school tuition cuts]
Spencer: ". . . Anixter moves, sucks, moves further from the city, moving out of business sale, don't like those things. Leaving Northwestern, the place that makes your eyes twinkle, not a good feeling in my heart over that. . . "
" . . . Email to Judy, so cool its hot. Nice of you to do that. . . "
[Re: Response about school tuition cuts]
Spencer: ". . . Anixter moves, sucks, moves further from the city, moving out of business sale, don't like those things. Leaving Northwestern, the place that makes your eyes twinkle, not a good feeling in my heart over that. . . "
" . . . Email to Judy, so cool its hot. Nice of you to do that. . . "
Saturday, June 08, 2002
June 2002 (Approximate) Dream: Amilla Coriallis
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- Marine girl talking into her headset, heading out to fight the terrorists: "This is Amilla Coriallis"
- I had been working in the field. Suddenly everyone turned against me (as in Belinda just getting mad at me for no reason.)
- My mom and dad abandoned me - emotionally - my dad took my truck and mom locked me out of the house.
- Next, I was standing in a meeting in Vandalia (next town, to where I grew up in St. Elmo, Ill), and although I needed to be there, I had no way home, but I knew I'd figure it out.
- I kept pressing on with the detailed work on my mission at a meeting.
- I then started to look around, noticing who was there.
- Theresa Dothager was there (from St. Elmo). I asked her for a ride home. She tried to act "smooth" - she didn't just say "yes" the first time. - then she said "yes" the second time.
- I told her she was supposed to say "yes" - not until the 3rd time - it was "protocol".
- She gathered her things, one of which was her wedding gown with a long, shimmering "train", helped by an assistant.
- As we were leaving, somehow we got diverted.
- She went on the upper road - I on the lower. She left.
- I was suddenly standing on the ramp of a very confusing highway, all alone. Almost 20 miles from home - no truck - in the cold - I would not be able to make it.
- Then, I hear a voice - it was either Michael Laridon or Larry Guttman calling to be with me. I couldn't make it out. It was Michael's voice - but Larry was his actual "self".
- We made plans for the next day. He was coming over. He arrived - told me his health was not so great. Some flair-up of an old condition - HYPA-Glaucemic.
- As we were walking out of the highway viaduct entrance ramp - there was a terrorist with a white shotgun - trying to aim for him. He was "leading" several people out into an awaiting rescure chopper.
- Everyone was going out past the line of fire, to get in.
- As soon as they were all in - I was the last one out. I always stay till last ?? for some reason.
- Just as I was about to go out - (and I wasn't worried about being "hit" - I was too "fast" - I'd be okay.
- Just then, another terrorist was spotted . . . this one with a sub-machine-gun.
- He was mowing down any and everything. I went back down the ramp - to check for something - and to get away - out of the open - I knew he would get me if I didn't get out of sight.
- When I went down the ramp, there was a guard's station. (This was all down in a sublevel of a street or expressway, or something.)
- I just mentioned what I was doing down there - and they had just gotten the call - as if over an army radio.
- I was describing the scene above - detailing the gunmen - immediately- the marine special forces were, or National Guard were assembling - preparing for a counter-strike.
- They were getting their weapons and ammo belts on, and moving out - I knew I was totally protected - they were organized and outnumbered, outsmarted, outpowered the single terrorist shooting from behind enemy lines. (A crate).
- As I walked back up the ramp, a young female soldier was talking into a radio headset device saying . . . "This is Amilla Coriallis, signing off." She was armed with a submachine gun.
- There were dozens more - positioning and "moving out" into battle.
- I knew it would be "Okay."
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Note: Waking up, my Puss puss was at the foot of my bed, as if watching the whole thing!
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- Marine girl talking into her headset, heading out to fight the terrorists: "This is Amilla Coriallis"
- I had been working in the field. Suddenly everyone turned against me (as in Belinda just getting mad at me for no reason.)
- My mom and dad abandoned me - emotionally - my dad took my truck and mom locked me out of the house.
- Next, I was standing in a meeting in Vandalia (next town, to where I grew up in St. Elmo, Ill), and although I needed to be there, I had no way home, but I knew I'd figure it out.
- I kept pressing on with the detailed work on my mission at a meeting.
- I then started to look around, noticing who was there.
- Theresa Dothager was there (from St. Elmo). I asked her for a ride home. She tried to act "smooth" - she didn't just say "yes" the first time. - then she said "yes" the second time.
- I told her she was supposed to say "yes" - not until the 3rd time - it was "protocol".
- She gathered her things, one of which was her wedding gown with a long, shimmering "train", helped by an assistant.
- As we were leaving, somehow we got diverted.
- She went on the upper road - I on the lower. She left.
- I was suddenly standing on the ramp of a very confusing highway, all alone. Almost 20 miles from home - no truck - in the cold - I would not be able to make it.
- Then, I hear a voice - it was either Michael Laridon or Larry Guttman calling to be with me. I couldn't make it out. It was Michael's voice - but Larry was his actual "self".
- We made plans for the next day. He was coming over. He arrived - told me his health was not so great. Some flair-up of an old condition - HYPA-Glaucemic.
- As we were walking out of the highway viaduct entrance ramp - there was a terrorist with a white shotgun - trying to aim for him. He was "leading" several people out into an awaiting rescure chopper.
- Everyone was going out past the line of fire, to get in.
- As soon as they were all in - I was the last one out. I always stay till last ?? for some reason.
- Just as I was about to go out - (and I wasn't worried about being "hit" - I was too "fast" - I'd be okay.
- Just then, another terrorist was spotted . . . this one with a sub-machine-gun.
- He was mowing down any and everything. I went back down the ramp - to check for something - and to get away - out of the open - I knew he would get me if I didn't get out of sight.
- When I went down the ramp, there was a guard's station. (This was all down in a sublevel of a street or expressway, or something.)
- I just mentioned what I was doing down there - and they had just gotten the call - as if over an army radio.
- I was describing the scene above - detailing the gunmen - immediately- the marine special forces were, or National Guard were assembling - preparing for a counter-strike.
- They were getting their weapons and ammo belts on, and moving out - I knew I was totally protected - they were organized and outnumbered, outsmarted, outpowered the single terrorist shooting from behind enemy lines. (A crate).
- As I walked back up the ramp, a young female soldier was talking into a radio headset device saying . . . "This is Amilla Coriallis, signing off." She was armed with a submachine gun.
- There were dozens more - positioning and "moving out" into battle.
- I knew it would be "Okay."
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Note: Waking up, my Puss puss was at the foot of my bed, as if watching the whole thing!
6/8/02 - Dream - "The Ozzners are Showing Their Ability to Distract"
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A clear, audible message from a dream:
- "The Ozzners are showing their ability to Distract"
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Dream that same night:
- We were moving [AGAIN!] - there was a big BIG house full of stuff.
- I was worried about leaving two of my family members, as well as the livestock (pigs) behind to die. I was really bothered by this.
- The grandmother and some other woman relative I sent for them (upstairs) told them very gently they would be coming to New York with us.
- We'd go to the Brooklyn Bridge on "sight-seeing" trips together. It turned out that I was saving their lives.
- Then, they helped us pack.
- I got to my new place - some crazy landlord and his assistant tried to cheat us.
- I "played" with his plan, and ended up getting a deal - I got the sidewalk put in at a fair price.
- We didn't fully unpack and re-arrange our belongings.
- Someone else was coming to lay the carpets and paint.
- We had to wait for this next phase - but were only mildly inconvenienced.
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A clear, audible message from a dream:
- "The Ozzners are showing their ability to Distract"
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Dream that same night:
- We were moving [AGAIN!] - there was a big BIG house full of stuff.
- I was worried about leaving two of my family members, as well as the livestock (pigs) behind to die. I was really bothered by this.
- The grandmother and some other woman relative I sent for them (upstairs) told them very gently they would be coming to New York with us.
- We'd go to the Brooklyn Bridge on "sight-seeing" trips together. It turned out that I was saving their lives.
- Then, they helped us pack.
- I got to my new place - some crazy landlord and his assistant tried to cheat us.
- I "played" with his plan, and ended up getting a deal - I got the sidewalk put in at a fair price.
- We didn't fully unpack and re-arrange our belongings.
- Someone else was coming to lay the carpets and paint.
- We had to wait for this next phase - but were only mildly inconvenienced.
Saturday June 8, 2002
[Hair Dream]
". . . Ahhh - the dream. Glad you liked that. I have epic dreams, sometimes. But mostly just "news clips." This one was of special drama! Wrote down the story. Will draw the Arena scene, for you. I think you were in it. My partner. The human faces were blurred. But the hair was there. Always the hair. It was the hair of our bois. All of us have the same hair. Some dream in color. I dream in hair! LOL!
Last nite, for two hours - between 11:17 and 1:30 - my hair was on fire. I used several different kinds of shampoo, also other hair products. But it kept igniting and setting it afire! My wife was there. She was trying to get me ready for a concert. No matter what we tried - the hair kept burning. No pain. Just flame! LOL! We kept extinguising it, that's why it didn't burn me. But it kept re-igniting. Kinda like the birthday candles you cannot blow out! I haven't been able to get a handle on what it is all about. Still busy with work crap distractions. (Doing email while I wolf down my breakfast burritos!) Does it have any special meaning for you? Perhaps a refining process? A new process for Ray to try in the salon? Black roots? Burning Bush? I don't remember Moses in the dream? What a jewel, this one, eh? . . ."
[Hair Dream]
". . . Ahhh - the dream. Glad you liked that. I have epic dreams, sometimes. But mostly just "news clips." This one was of special drama! Wrote down the story. Will draw the Arena scene, for you. I think you were in it. My partner. The human faces were blurred. But the hair was there. Always the hair. It was the hair of our bois. All of us have the same hair. Some dream in color. I dream in hair! LOL!
Last nite, for two hours - between 11:17 and 1:30 - my hair was on fire. I used several different kinds of shampoo, also other hair products. But it kept igniting and setting it afire! My wife was there. She was trying to get me ready for a concert. No matter what we tried - the hair kept burning. No pain. Just flame! LOL! We kept extinguising it, that's why it didn't burn me. But it kept re-igniting. Kinda like the birthday candles you cannot blow out! I haven't been able to get a handle on what it is all about. Still busy with work crap distractions. (Doing email while I wolf down my breakfast burritos!) Does it have any special meaning for you? Perhaps a refining process? A new process for Ray to try in the salon? Black roots? Burning Bush? I don't remember Moses in the dream? What a jewel, this one, eh? . . ."
June 8, 2002
[Email to Spencer Re: Tuition cuts at work:]
". . . Also sick - kissing the Northwestern [University] thing - goodbye. A sad goodbye to another great dream - I briefly clutched in my little teenage-fingers. Trading a million-dollar career for one in the forties - with the same amount of work and stress. Why is this happening, I asked, and asked and asked? Same answer. Blank. . . "
[Email to Spencer Re: Tuition cuts at work:]
". . . Also sick - kissing the Northwestern [University] thing - goodbye. A sad goodbye to another great dream - I briefly clutched in my little teenage-fingers. Trading a million-dollar career for one in the forties - with the same amount of work and stress. Why is this happening, I asked, and asked and asked? Same answer. Blank. . . "
Saturday, June 8, 2002 Raphael-esque Sketch
[Email from Spencer regarding the recent dreams:]
Hey My MacMan, My Steve MacSteel, My Steely Man!
How are you? Having a good week, I hope. Friday for me, I think today is the first day I've had the chance to breathe except for the times with you. Nice.
I've been thinking about that dream of yours, the arena, the crowds, the strong pushing light from the angels creating the equally strong blackness of the shadows.
MacMan:
"a Raphael-esque drawing I had made of my partner and myself bathed in light from our Angels standing beside us, (as always they are there beside us)"
Who is the partner? Can you tell me? Will you tell me?
All these great dreams, detailed dreams, detailed dreams mean things. Dreams mean things but the ones you can recall are significant. You've lots of detailed, memorable dreams, lately. Has it always been that way for you or is this relatively new?
I would love to see the drawing of it. I think it probably needs to be an etching, sounds so black and white, powers against powers, ying and yang, punch and Judy Carmichael. Strong stuff My MacMan.
[Email from Spencer regarding the recent dreams:]
Hey My MacMan, My Steve MacSteel, My Steely Man!
How are you? Having a good week, I hope. Friday for me, I think today is the first day I've had the chance to breathe except for the times with you. Nice.
I've been thinking about that dream of yours, the arena, the crowds, the strong pushing light from the angels creating the equally strong blackness of the shadows.
MacMan:
"a Raphael-esque drawing I had made of my partner and myself bathed in light from our Angels standing beside us, (as always they are there beside us)"
Who is the partner? Can you tell me? Will you tell me?
All these great dreams, detailed dreams, detailed dreams mean things. Dreams mean things but the ones you can recall are significant. You've lots of detailed, memorable dreams, lately. Has it always been that way for you or is this relatively new?
I would love to see the drawing of it. I think it probably needs to be an etching, sounds so black and white, powers against powers, ying and yang, punch and Judy Carmichael. Strong stuff My MacMan.
Friday, June 07, 2002
Saturday, June 8, 2002
[Re: correspondence with Judy Carmichael - Pianist who played the Chihuly designed Steinway]
". . . Oh - I sent Judy Carmichael an email from her website. Thanking her for a great concert. Don't expect I'll be getting a response. What with her famous radio broadcasts and her busy career life. Just a fan, I. . ."
[Re: correspondence with Judy Carmichael - Pianist who played the Chihuly designed Steinway]
". . . Oh - I sent Judy Carmichael an email from her website. Thanking her for a great concert. Don't expect I'll be getting a response. What with her famous radio broadcasts and her busy career life. Just a fan, I. . ."
Tuesday, June 04, 2002
Date: Tue, 4 Jun 2002 10:04:48 -0700 (PDT)
Spencer Snippets: [Chihuly Exhibit]
"Well, tonight is Chihuly. I will try to find out if there are still tickets. I'll let you know before too late. I could run by and pick you up - and we could make it after rush hour is over. Still plenty of time - 8:30pm. Get there by 8:00 and still have the daylight to drive and look around. It's a beautiful place."
Spencer Snippets: [Chihuly Exhibit]
"Well, tonight is Chihuly. I will try to find out if there are still tickets. I'll let you know before too late. I could run by and pick you up - and we could make it after rush hour is over. Still plenty of time - 8:30pm. Get there by 8:00 and still have the daylight to drive and look around. It's a beautiful place."
Date: Tue, 4 Jun 2002 10:04:48 -0700 (PDT)
Email to Spencer: [Snippets]
"Bengal Jewels in Standarton? Is the Eye of India one? The pieces of the puzzle are starting to fit together for me, a little. "
"Oh - the ozzners - I don't think it changes the meaning - it is not literal. I think it is just a "cat-word" symbolic of tones, sounds, (remember it was sung, and this makes it more song-like.) I thought maybe it referred to watchers. But, I've been giving it a lot of thought. I have been very aware of all the distractions in life. It said: "The ozzners are showing their ability to distract."
". . .And, I think that was a warning to get my act together. It came from the cat, too. If you think about the Sphinx - it guards the entrance to the tombs from the base of the Nile. Cats are the ultimate watchers. My cat sits like the Sphinx, at the foot of my bed, every night. As if watching, protecting, guarding against foes. . ."
Email to Spencer: [Snippets]
"Bengal Jewels in Standarton? Is the Eye of India one? The pieces of the puzzle are starting to fit together for me, a little. "
"Oh - the ozzners - I don't think it changes the meaning - it is not literal. I think it is just a "cat-word" symbolic of tones, sounds, (remember it was sung, and this makes it more song-like.) I thought maybe it referred to watchers. But, I've been giving it a lot of thought. I have been very aware of all the distractions in life. It said: "The ozzners are showing their ability to distract."
". . .And, I think that was a warning to get my act together. It came from the cat, too. If you think about the Sphinx - it guards the entrance to the tombs from the base of the Nile. Cats are the ultimate watchers. My cat sits like the Sphinx, at the foot of my bed, every night. As if watching, protecting, guarding against foes. . ."
Date: Tue, 4 Jun 2002 10:04:48 -0700 (PDT)
Email regarding the sketch I just mentioned:
Found a cool link in my email reminiscent of the dream - I was just writing my dream out - spoke of a Raphael-esque drawing I had made of my partner (?) and myself bathed in light from our Angels standing beside us, (as always they are there beside us) - I knew it was us, by the curly, scruffy hair, out of the 'Madonna' painting (Raphael) - we were looking up steps to an arena - the world was crowded upon, or into. All the people were very dark - made even darker by the intense shadows from our light - shining up the stairs. Light was so strong, it was like "shoving" its way thru the crowd. Very dramatic. I'll try to draw it, hard to describe. All in charcoal - great drama from shading effects which I luv. [I have that sketch saved in a small spiral sketch book.]
Email regarding the sketch I just mentioned:
Found a cool link in my email reminiscent of the dream - I was just writing my dream out - spoke of a Raphael-esque drawing I had made of my partner (?) and myself bathed in light from our Angels standing beside us, (as always they are there beside us) - I knew it was us, by the curly, scruffy hair, out of the 'Madonna' painting (Raphael) - we were looking up steps to an arena - the world was crowded upon, or into. All the people were very dark - made even darker by the intense shadows from our light - shining up the stairs. Light was so strong, it was like "shoving" its way thru the crowd. Very dramatic. I'll try to draw it, hard to describe. All in charcoal - great drama from shading effects which I luv. [I have that sketch saved in a small spiral sketch book.]
Date: Tue, 4 Jun 2002 10:04:48 -0700 (PDT)
Dream:
Someone had died in the family. My sister or I had to spend the night alone with the body while rest of family travelled somewhere. I didn't want to spend the night in mom's house with this body. (Might have been mother.) (She was one of messages on machine, when I awoke, this am, btw)
Then, I had fallen on hardship. Worried about having an old car I couldn't afford to replace. Also worried about my old coffee cup, and ashamed to have to keep using it.
A very nice man I knew from St.Elmo - used to be a fellow Tenor I sat by in our church choir - Bill Belden. Brother to the rich Belden Oil Family, there. He was so nice, he almost seemed a bit foolish. (I saw him at the funeral of my piano teacher, last May, and he always luvs to talk to me. Very nice man.)
Anyway, he wanted to give me his old coffee cup he didn't use, anymore. I think it was actually the car, tho. I just remember being saved by his gift. If that makes any sense. A wonderful "relieved" feeling from such a nice man. His family is extremely sweet - beautiful children, too.
Then, I was playing the organ - pedals and all. The rhythm was out of Sting's "I'll be wrapped around your finger" (Starts out with a line something about "always seeking knowledge," then "back in college", etc. that is the part I was playing. Sparkling dust was coming off the keys as I played. As if annointed. (I still play the organ for their church, sometimes - Easter, and special occasions.) I will always count that as one of my greatest joys, too.
Then, a very, very short lady walked thru the room - she was bitter and complaining about something. Maybe one of Bill's aunts or something. She was a relative, tho and belonged there. I had brought my portfolio to show them my new sketches. I wanted to give him one, to thank him. The little lady really liked them. She loved the one I described [in an earlier email, and I saved the actual sketch] of the light shining on the people. Then I woke up. Wild, eh? So clear with a plot, happy ending and everything!
Dream:
Someone had died in the family. My sister or I had to spend the night alone with the body while rest of family travelled somewhere. I didn't want to spend the night in mom's house with this body. (Might have been mother.) (She was one of messages on machine, when I awoke, this am, btw)
Then, I had fallen on hardship. Worried about having an old car I couldn't afford to replace. Also worried about my old coffee cup, and ashamed to have to keep using it.
A very nice man I knew from St.Elmo - used to be a fellow Tenor I sat by in our church choir - Bill Belden. Brother to the rich Belden Oil Family, there. He was so nice, he almost seemed a bit foolish. (I saw him at the funeral of my piano teacher, last May, and he always luvs to talk to me. Very nice man.)
Anyway, he wanted to give me his old coffee cup he didn't use, anymore. I think it was actually the car, tho. I just remember being saved by his gift. If that makes any sense. A wonderful "relieved" feeling from such a nice man. His family is extremely sweet - beautiful children, too.
Then, I was playing the organ - pedals and all. The rhythm was out of Sting's "I'll be wrapped around your finger" (Starts out with a line something about "always seeking knowledge," then "back in college", etc. that is the part I was playing. Sparkling dust was coming off the keys as I played. As if annointed. (I still play the organ for their church, sometimes - Easter, and special occasions.) I will always count that as one of my greatest joys, too.
Then, a very, very short lady walked thru the room - she was bitter and complaining about something. Maybe one of Bill's aunts or something. She was a relative, tho and belonged there. I had brought my portfolio to show them my new sketches. I wanted to give him one, to thank him. The little lady really liked them. She loved the one I described [in an earlier email, and I saved the actual sketch] of the light shining on the people. Then I woke up. Wild, eh? So clear with a plot, happy ending and everything!
Sunday, May 12, 2002
5/12/02 - Cindy Schuman dream:
My good friend Cindy Schuman had cancer. I kept calling her at her mother's. She was on chemo.
We discussed the Mayor's plan to flood certain streets in Chicago, then it would turn into a giant iceberg. Only the most talented and smartest people would be re-located.
There was a concert in some classroom. I came to visit.
I remember talking to a young violinist. He wore mittens to protect his little fingers. We discussed finger technique for violin and the bow. Things I know absolutely nothing about. The only strings I ever played was the Bass for a few short weeks in H.S.
My good friend Cindy Schuman had cancer. I kept calling her at her mother's. She was on chemo.
We discussed the Mayor's plan to flood certain streets in Chicago, then it would turn into a giant iceberg. Only the most talented and smartest people would be re-located.
There was a concert in some classroom. I came to visit.
I remember talking to a young violinist. He wore mittens to protect his little fingers. We discussed finger technique for violin and the bow. Things I know absolutely nothing about. The only strings I ever played was the Bass for a few short weeks in H.S.
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