From: Spencer
Date: Sat, 17 Jul 2004 09:27:09 EDT
 
" . . .Interesting dreams for you. I never thought much about people combining themselves with others in dreams. It makes sense but they usually just turn from one person into another or just pop away as fast as they pop in.   I had one the night before last where Matt from Perk Fiction was like you and like Jesus at the same time. He gave me a Kinkajou (right spelling?) that was evolving and growing before my eyes and the little pup claimed Matt/You/Jesus and me as its parents. It was quite an active energetic little love bucket. . ."

To: Spencer

Date: Sat, 17 Jul 2004 05:36:53 -0700 (PDT)

" . . .Many vivid and revealing dreams, overnight. The first thing I remember was being some Irish guy, perhaps a middle-ranking soldier. Dark hair - name was Patrick. I was drinking at a party with my friends. Really drinking! I then remember that being a past memory. Now in the future, I was suddenly aware that all the people in my life were people I really, really loved from somewhere in my past. But they were somewhat amalgams of past loves, not just one, here and there. Very strong feelings for all of them. I came to the realization that we should all be nicer and gentler to each other, as we had been to each other in the past . . . "

4th of July, 2004

Today, back at work. Had a great 'weekend'! Went to Willster Hamster's 4th of July party on Sunday, after work. Private beach, great food, interesting people, great fireworks. We saw the Evanston fireworks (many of them purple for NWU) and to the S. we watched the Saddle and Gun Club fireworks. They were everywhere! Party ended promptly at 10, so Scottpup drove to Sidetracks, afterward where we watched retro videos and had a nightcap.
Then, Monday, we slept in, and rode our bikes to have coffee at 'Metropolis' in the 'hood. (They roast their own beans, one of only 2 places in Chicago to do so.)
Rode W. via Rosehill Cemetary and I showed him where Kathy Osterman (our former Alderwoman and activist) was buried, right 'on' the pond-front. (It looks as if the spot were created just for her, since there are no other graves that close to the water)!
We came home and changed, and left for Warrenville. Scott drove us out to Warrenville, where his 'X' lives. He'd invited us out for a BBQ. I brought pussycat toys for his 2 Siamese kitty's They are a sister and half-brother to Scott's 'Jordan'.
Tim BBQ-d steaks (I brought my Seattle Suttons chicken breast) - and we sat out and had a nice, fun conversation, in the backyard. Until the rain came. We went back in to eat our meal, watched an episode from the new Dame Edna DVD, and left around midnight.
Then, Tues, we went for about a 20 mi. bike ride up to the North Branch Trail, via Touhy. Stopped at 3 forest preserves, looking for the entrance. Fun adventure. Made it back by about 5:30pm and Scott headed out, to be up for 'Biata Wednesday' (the cleaning lady.)
Wed., I had coffee at Cafe Boost, in the 'hood - met a writer who wrote two books, 'Winds of Carpethia' and 'The Fall of Stara Ves' - both classified as Historical Romance. Taking place from about 1814 up to WWII. About the Soviet Regime, Czech Resistance, and the Holocaust. His Great-Grandfather was a Czech baron who lost everything in the Resistance. Sort of a Dr. Zhivago, or Gone with the Wind, set in Eastern Europe.
http://www.booksonline.com - Search for author Alan Bickel. Good reading!
I got in a little bike ride, after coffee, but then went home, as it looked like rain.
Thursday, I stopped by Starbucks in Andersonville, had my Seattle Suttons over coffee, then rode my bike to take in some sun back by Hollywood Beach.
That pretty much sums up my 'weekend'. Had some dreams last night, will write those when I get back . . .

Today, back at work. Had a great 'weekend'! Went to Willster Hamster's 4th of July party on Sunday, after work. Private beach, great food, interesting people, great fireworks. We saw the Evanston fireworks (many of them purple for NWU) and to the S. we watched the Saddle and Gun Club fireworks. They were everywhere! Party ended promptly at 10, so Scottpup drove to Sidetracks, afterward where we watched retro videos and had a nightcap.
Then, Monday, we slept in, and rode our bikes to have coffee at 'Metropolis' in the 'hood. (They roast their own beans, one of only 2 places in Chicago to do so.)
Rode W. via Rosehill Cemetary and I showed him where Kathy Osterman (our former Alderwoman and activist) was buried, right 'on' the pond-front. (It looks as if the spot were created just for her, since there are no other graves that close to the water)!
We came home and changed, and left for Warrenville. Scott drove us out to Warrenville, where his 'X' lives. He'd invited us out for a BBQ. I brought pussycat toys for his 2 Siamese kitty's They are a sister and half-brother to Scott's 'Jordan'.
Tim BBQ-d steaks (I brought my Seattle Suttons chicken breast) - and we sat out and had a nice, fun conversation, in the backyard. Until the rain came. We went back in to eat our meal, watched an episode from the new Dame Edna DVD, and left around midnight.
Then, Tues, we went for about a 20 mi. bike ride up to the North Branch Trail, via Touhy. Stopped at 3 forest preserves, looking for the entrance. Fun adventure. Made it back by about 5:30pm and Scott headed out, to be up for 'Biata Wednesday' (the cleaning lady.)
Wed., I had coffee at Cafe Boost, in the 'hood - met a writer who wrote two books, 'Winds of Carpethia' and 'The Fall of Stara Ves' - both classified as Historical Romance. Taking place from about 1814 up to WWII. About the Soviet Regime, Czech Resistance, and the Holocaust. His Great-Grandfather was a Czech baron who lost everything in the Resistance. Sort of a Dr. Zhivago, or Gone with the Wind, set in Eastern Europe.
http://www.booksonline.com - Search for author Alan Bickel. Good reading!
I got in a little bike ride, after coffee, but then went home, as it looked like rain.
Thursday, I stopped by Starbucks in Andersonville, had my Seattle Suttons over coffee, then rode my bike to take in some sun back by Hollywood Beach.
That pretty much sums up my 'weekend'. Had some dreams last night, will write those when I get back . . .

Date: Fri, 25 Jun 2004 06:04:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: "Steven Rhodes"
Subject: Caring and Crying . . .
To: SixthRomeo@aol.com

Good AM, MS!

A trying week, but many good things to report. Didn't make it to the 'Taste'. I might go next week. Made it back to gym, Wed. Nice biking day. Got some sun down by Fullerton rocks.
Have been a little 'under' due to the bank taking over half my paycheck for OD fees, during the week I was sick. A small charge went thru, beginning the chain reaction to hell.

Then my pup came to my rescue and to my surprise, wrote out a check for the entire amount to deposit. Making me feel even worse. I purposely did not tell him about that, right away, but he probed, and I needed to be honest with him. Then he must have felt sorry. Oy! I let him do in on the condition that I pay him back. He is so sweet for doing that. Whataguy! Eh?

I am definitely getting a part time job. This is for the birds. And not the ducky kind. But, I can't do anything until after our July trip. I promised I wouldn't cancel on him. I can't meet my financial responsibilities, but I can still keep my word to him about everything else. Oh, and I am one payment away from getting evicted on my assessments. I am showing $1500 in the rear, on the ledger, (which is sent after I make my late payment for the month,) but it is only $1000 I am behind. I will get a letter from the atty., before that happens. So, I just can't be late paying late. Yes?

This is all because I am running at a $100 deficit each month, and I cashed out everything to have my operation. Then child support. Then the family-insurance deduction was forced. Then 2 separate 18 month freezes at work, Etc, etc. . . Am dealing with it as best I know how. A learning experience. Backward learning, but that's the way the cookie . . . I am lucky in many ways, so this is not rocket science to figure out a solution. lol!

Had a really bad dream, Wed. Collusion, conspiracy, being lied about in court, by the "B" in a custody suit. Oy! Last night had some better dreams. I should have written them down. Now I forgot. *(See note below) Had a good night's rest, tho.

It rained, yesterday, so I had to drive to run errands. The garage manager offered to bring in his sledge-hammer to pound in my back bumper. (Which my insurance company refused to make the person who did it - pay for. It was nice of him to offer to do that. It's been almost a year with it looking like crap trash.

*Note: Remembered dream:


" . . .Remembered part of the dream from yesterday . . . I was taking a train back to a familiar station. Then, the connecting train had stopped for the day. I met someone from work, as he was leaving. He offered me a ride. In the car, he bent over to pick something up, and started groping me 'down there'! When we got to his house, he asked if I would live with him, since it was right by our work. I told him I was 'taken' and that was that. I woke up. I sized him up, and thought he fell fall short of my pup. Funny, these dreams?

And, no you have not met Scott. But, you've talked on the phone. And seen pics. So, it's almost like knowing him. He appeared on July 20-21, last. As St. Paul to Carunia by Angels. Santiago - Santi-Scott-Pup. . . My hero! I need to do something really special for him, our anniversary and everything. . .

Yes, flying to Boston. We will stay across from the park next to Boston Commons - so we can see the Commons from our hotel room. He has found a nice 2-hour tour for us to take. We'll spend our anniversary night, there. Awwww! Then off to Ptown by Ferry. We will rent bikes and see the island on our own. Toga party and Leather n Feather parties Fri and Sat. Fun, fun!

Well, no Marine today - vaca. day. We will enjoy peace and quiet. Ahhhhhh - what a breath of 'fresh' air - in more ways than one! Then Dale will be gone a half-day, tomorrow. After techie Sunday is well-underway. Maybe even over with for those ill-mannered, snot-nosed nerd-heads. . . ."


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From: SixthRomeo@aol.com
Date: Sat, 26 Jun 2004 09:10:49 EDT
Re: #-) Good Morning, MySteveMan! Re: Popping and Clocking . . .
To: cubstryper@yahoo.com

Good morning, MySteveMan!

Happy hump day to you! Cute dream, your telling someone that you are "spoken for." Its a good omen coming this anniversary month for you. Traveling and vacationing together for that is a good idea. Boston will be nice to see, eh, I don't have to remind you to take pictures. I just visited your photo site, some really nice pictures of you and ScottPup.
A relatively quiet day for you at work, that's a good thing, marine swimming in other ponds.

I didn't go out yesterday evening. I'm ashamed to say that I didn't feel I had the energy to take the hike so I didn't.


I didn't see Father Aaron at Perk Fiction yesterday. Brer Matt said Aaron was up really late; celebrating or commiserating I don't know.


Yes, meeting someone new. In Chicago there was the young man named David who hung out at the Starbucks at Pearson and State. Here, a new Steve but I don't want to think about it. More 1st anniversaries hitting, preying on my heart. I think they are coming with a biorhythm low or are causing one.


I believe JT is in a dark funk with Fiorella's departure for Peru. He was really hoping that this would be "the girl" with whom he would share the future. Once she was here, he knew differently. She doesn't have the same feelings as he. JT will be spending the 4th of July weekend in Ft. Lauderdale with friends.

Hard Day's Night Dream

I awoke, singing "It's Been a Hard Day's Night" - Beatles - I'd been singing it in an echo chamber. I'd been re-recording hits and making money hand-over-fist.
My new house was huge - in an "L" shape. No one could believe how rich I was.
On the property were things I'd never seen. People couldn't understand how that was possible.
There were businesses going on that were "solid gold" financially.
Someone was going crazy. Shooting off two guns, one in each hand.
I remember having some problem adjusting and I suddenly realized that rich people just went to therapy. Poor people had to go to work. But, they kept busy and got better and stronger and became useful members of society.
I had this 'elated' feeling, like I had no more cares or worries. It felt so great!
Oh, somewhere in there, I went over to my father and reassured him that everything was okay, and was able to calm him down. He was upset because no one was helping our mother with dinner. He went away.
- The End!

Tues. May 11, 2004 - Words in a Dream:

- Clear, audible words in a song in my head - very loud and strong:
"Well, just help me nothin', you'll get by".

Saturday, May 1, 2004

Dream: Mean, Lean, Limo Machines . . .
Part I: Last night, there were these extremely evil black spirits swirling amongst us in space. We were not in human form. We all swirled past the same black, perilous sinkholes that had the power to suck us into them. Almost like hidden icebergs at sea.
We saw others fall into them . . . some survived . . . but were weaker, when they came back to our plain. We were glad when we realized that those major evil beings, or creatures all fell into the crevices and were gone. We were free, or at least we would not fall into the black holes, now that the black creatures were gone.
Note: Almost as if they were a 'sacrifice' to some god or gods, providing us safety.

Part II: We had a brand new stretch limo. And I mean S-T-R-E-T-C-H - sixty feet long! A gleaming platinum plated groundship on wheels. It was radiating a pastel pink-ish-lilac-lavendar aura. It was the most beautiful and sleek vehicle in existence. I took the remote control and pushed the button, and the roof slid up, over it and the engine silently purred/ hummed, as if it were nuclear powered, and it began to accelerate!
Inside, we sat on luxurious leather sofas, and were aware of how priceless our limo was! We 'became' what we were riding in! There was a special TV inside. It was also over-sized and state-of-the-art. It was visible to the folks on the outside, who stared and gazed at us.
I was also aware of how hard it would be to travel in anything less, now that we were accustomed to THIS!
Part III: There was an elite group of ultra hot, beautiful mega-models. They posessed magic powers of enchantment. I saw that my mother was with them. As if she were their 'leader'. There was one other, who stood out. She was dressed in an ultra-tight dress with shimmering legs. She was more beautiful and glamorous than anything human. Almost like a goddess, or an angel.
They were competing with the glamour of our car. I was aware of their trying to outdo us, but it did not bother or affect me, in the least. Even 10-million angels couldn't cast a shadow on the aura of this car!
Then the women started chanting and dancing around, arms intwined, in a circular pattern. Maybe trying to cast a spell? Well, whatever it was, it annoyed me enough to go over to the most beautiful one and start yelling in her ear. Syllables, or words, over and over, to drown out their chanting, - interrupting their 'chain' of tought or control. It worked. We began hitting them with these boards, until they stopped chanting and swirling. We didn't 'hurt' them, but they stopped.
While we were in the limo, I remember Belinda appearing, out of the blue, wearing a business suit. She was on her cell phone. She hung up and said to me: "You will be getting a call from our Madison Ave offices - they want to sign your book deal!" - Then I woke up.
Later in the morning: I heard two voices say "There was no single winner in the powerball today."

When I was half-awake, after trying to write the above stuff down, I was aware of a pale-green, patina shape, forming a consistency around my head, as if it were a magnetic field. It half-solidified, to the consistency of divinity or soft candy, and the shape kept shifting as it formed swirling patterns making a sort-of elongated hood over and around my head, sort of like a figure eight. One end was more pointed, the other was brouder around.

That is all.

Many vivid dreams, last night. . .

I was driving in an old - time limo or Rolls - with someone's grandmother - who was also my grandmother, but I didn't really know her, here, (not like I knew my grandmothers in St. Elmo.)

She was also the Queen Mum! We had a disagreement. I told her I was leaving, and stopped the car, and got out, leaving her there. The car began to roll, and it crashed, then burst into flames, killing her! I remember feeling bad, but also a sense of - "oh well, what are ya gonna do? She was bein' crabby and stubborn, and wouldn't listen!" She has decided her own fate.

Then, everything changed with the Royal family. I was part of it, more of an elder position, a mentor. I remember we were coming back from Easter Holiday, walking down some long, winding hill.

There were children. They were special royal children. I was teaching them guiding them, so they would grow up to be well behaved and responsible. I really loved them lots. They were so wonderful and innocent. One of them was acting up a bit more than the others, but I sort of let him get away with it, more than I should have, because he was so cute, so sensitive. Hahah!

We got back to the house, more of a compound, really, and I heard everyone say that the police were coming. They were investigating the old woman's death. I did not care what they did, so long as they were quick about it. I told them to come in, get to business, then leave. They made a big, federal case out of everything, and put this bright blue sterile plastic over everything in my house, (there's that color, again,) from front to back, and they wanted me to stay in my room, until they were done.

Well, I ignored them, and walked down the hall, anyway, to see what the hell they were up to. They yelled at me, as if I were some schoolboy, and they said: "Didn't you read the sign, you were not to come down here"?

I wasn't the least bit concerned with their idiotic rules, and kept walking. So then, they told me to go into some holding area and put a guard on the door to watch me. Then the dream changed, or I woke up, one. Probably my way of saying - "We'll see about that!" lol

Friday April 9, 2004 -
Dreamscape:
Last night I had a short, but clear dream, near waking in the morning. I was at church, and Madonna (the pop one,) was also a member of our church. I was pleased that she invited me to her house, that night.
I remember talking with her, as if meeting for the first time. We were in her house. It was an enormous house with many unusual rooms. More like a modern-day castle. I remember looking carefully at the layout, so I would remember how to tell everyone about it.
There were many people staying there. There was one guy I was sitting next to, and had a conversation with. (Marine is reading his email aloud, at volume 10, and I cannot think of his name, right now.) But, this guy was in her band. He played guitar. He had long black hair, and was 30-something.
Madonna's mother was there. She was helping us with some craft-y type project. Okay - marine is shouting about "F@#$ing Muslim's" now, so I will stop, here. I cannot think with this racket going on.

Friday April 2, 2004 -
Dreamscape: Had a very clear dream last night - I remember I was back in my Elementary School, in St. Elmo - I was sitting in the hall at a desk, working. An older, grey-haired lady, about 5'5 with a jolly, round face - I had seen once before in my dreams came in and unlocked the Kindergarten Room door and said hello, and went inside. A friendly encounter.
Then, this guy drove up in an open-top Jeep. Blonde, German or Scandinavian looking. 20-something - muscular build. I think he was trying to pick me up! HAHAHAH! He was asking directions, and didn't know the area. But, he kept talking, after I told him the directions, wanting me to get in, or get closer. So, I ended up getting in the Jeep with him to show him. Once I was in the car, I looked at the time, (for once!) . . . and decided it was lunch time. That meant, I could go on a mission-of-mercy-adventure with him, and not be missed from work. So it was, and we drove off.

He was looking for the Sherwin-Williams Paint store. He mentioned some street numbers, and I took him to the closest one, in Lincoln Mall, (where Scott and I went on our impromptu road-trip, two weeks ago.) I remember telling him he was almost there. He was on the right path. When we got there, he stopped the car, and we kissed, but neither of us wanted to do anything more than that. I was taken, [Scott]. He respected that.
Well, suddenly, that wasn't the right paint store, and I had to eat, yet. [it was still my lunch hour] We were in a big parking lot - which was at my high-school, but also on my college campus - where the cafeteria was - [both places merged in my mind, what can I say.]

He looked at his directions, once more, and I noticed that the address to his paint store was actually in Oak Forest - way North of where we were. I said goodbye, and got out, rather hurriedly, pointing him in the right direction. He drove off, and I remember thinking - why doesn't he just go get a map? He was college-age, and I just figured he didn't have enough money. But, he had money for some frivolous thing in his jeep. [trying to remember] So I didn't feel too bad. But, when I woke up, I felt bad for just getting out, and not showing him where the new paint store was. I was where I needed to be, so I just didn't give his problems any more thought, after that.

Well, I remember going inside a building - and my friend Martha was there. She wanted me to work on painting an airplane. I was actually doing the painting. [another paint reference, here] - her live-in boyfriend was there, and made a comment - "I really like our new bed." Then she made a comment - "Well, I guess it could be your bed, too, since I bought it."
There were other friends there, and they heard that comment and thought it was typical "Martha" style. Sort of selfish or self-important - sounding. Controlling, maybe?
Anyway, I started painting the airplane, and was choosing pale-yellow-ochre shades from the small paint tubes. They were from one of the extra water color sets that was in the drawer. When I was choosing the right tube, I was all-of-a-sudden concerned about using all the paint for this project, and thinking I might run out of paint for MY water color book project. Now, it was for Jamie (my son,) so I didn't mind. (For Martha, I think I would have minded.)
We finished up, and left Martha's, and walked outside with all our friends. They were saying, "Did you catch Martha's subtle comment about the bed? And how she made sure that the BF KNEW it was HER bed, not HIS?"
Then, some old, grey hairyed guy - a chauffer - a jolly Irish-looking face, came walking up, (from the North of the parking lot at school - what directions, eh???) He was an old friend of mine. I think he also knew the Kindergarten Lady, from earlier. Then, his wife got off a bus, out front. He slapped her on the butt, as she was walking. They were playful. We were all walking away. Then, I woke up.
The End.

Friday Night, March 26-27, 2004
DreamScape: Last night all I remember was being in a big cemetary, flying around, looking for my grave which was supposed to be in a semi-circular design, taking up the spaces of about 100 graves. It was next to Chopin and Beethoven! HAHAHAH! But, I landed on the ground, and went up close, and all I could find were pairs of candles (like those candles in the tall cylinders we see at Christmas.) They were wedding candles. I remember seeing 3 pairs sitting on this stone shelf, with a bunch of other candles. One of them was mine, and the matching one - to my partner??? Then I woke up.

Thursday night, March 25-26, 2004.
The Mayor (our friend, Richard), was in the last one . . . he had come to visit us in some big hotel. But, he died in his room, and we couldn't get anyone to come and take his body out! I waited all day, and no one came for him. So, I went into his suite, and was looking around his room. I found his famous little black book, and tried to find anything he didn't want anyone to see, and get rid of it. I found nothing bad. But . . . I found a bag full of Christmas presents - the first one I pulled out had my name on it, then there were many more presents I pulled out and laid on the bad. I was just ready to go back and call the 'family' and 'kids'? together, and I saw him moving! He was alive!
He woke up, and I was so happy. I told him what I'd done, and how nice it was for him to bring us all gifts!
Then, he was speaking at a luncheon, and I remember going up to him and giving him a big hug, and telling him how glad I was he was not dead. I was actually crying crocodile tears! He was with some big financial bigwig, who was ignoring me, because I wasn't 'important' enough to bother with me. I was still very sad at almost having lost the mayor, when I woke up! The End!

St. Patrick's Day 12:51 am Sat 3/1/2004
Part I
- We were at a St. Patrick's Day Party. But it was a continuation from the "big-star at an awards ceremony" dream. I had earlier.

- This time, tho, there were many boyfriends - I was to choose which one I'd go out with. There were two Rick's, and about 5 others,k I liked them all, but they kept disappearing. [as I write this the very eerie sound of an English ambulance goes by - "Woo-ahh, woo-ahh, woo-ahh" and changes pitch, as it fades off into the distance.

- This is pretty much the sound of our American ambulance, but we rarely hear them on Sheridan road (residential), especially when there is no traffic, that early in the am.

- Okay, so back to the dream - this last Rick comes back, and we are quite enamored with each other.

- He is gorgeous, wearing a tan cowboy hat with the corners turned way up on the sides. Blue jeans.

- He is a building contractor, and we talk a bit about fuildings.

- We are given an assignment - we are to draw a picture to express our love to each other.

- He goes off and I create mine.

- There were some really cute guys from the health club there, standing in line - they were there to get their hair cut, or colored, or something drastic.

- Rick came back and fought them off. He was really trying to impress me.!

- So, now we go to look at each other's drawing. I was shocked to see how elaborate his was.

- There was a castl, and details like a blueprint! He was a very good artist - an architect, in fact!

- Well, this girl appeared. She was putting on her black stockings. She had gorgeous legs - I recognized her and said "Oh, Hi, you're Crystal Rogers aren't you? (An older girl in H.S.) But it was not her. Her name was something else, (I forgot).

- She hung out with the popular girls, but they did some drugs. Just then, one of the drug lords came up and tried to woo me and get me to smoke with him.

- I told him "No - you're on drugs" Then I threatened if I ever found out who was doing these, I'd make their lives "so miserable", etc.

- He got up in my face "or what" - arguing with me. Finally, he went slinking off.

- Rick came back and we danced, ate at the buffet line, and even skated on the floor. He had a sculpted body and "killer" face. Gorgeous, cowboy type.

- I wasn't going to choose him, at first, but this was part of the elimination round, and he was starting to win me over.

- I was quickly falling for him.

- Well, in typical fashion, he disappeared for awhile, and we couldn't find him ANYwhere!

- There was this older, Polish woman, or maybe Russian?? She came up to me, bitching and screaming right up in my face and wouldn't shut up, till I slapped her.

- Then, she went and told her big, burly husband, and he got to punch me. I deserved it, for letting her get to me, like that.

- Then, someone in the crowd - one of my spies, said "Oh, I just saw Rick out in the lobby - he was talking on his cell phone" - meaning he was talking to one of his other boyfriends - which meant that he disappeared to make his little phone calls.

- He became quickly distracted with me, and that was all I needed to see. I saw my Sister and some other friends coming my way. I called to them.

- Just then, I saw Michael Laridon sneaking out to go see his friend, Joe Kordan. I called to him, but didn't have time for all his nonsense - I went with my sister and the Coxes (H.S. friends of our parents) out the main door, and we left the party together.

- Once outside, I ran into my dad - standing outside this shrine (see Part II) . . .
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Part II
- The repeat of a dream - a secret temple in the woods.

- But a tourist stop. Inside the shrine, an immensely evil man. His pictures hung on the walls - he posessed many evil powers. Things in the house moved.

- Cabinets contained mechanized functions - statues moved about - music played - similar to German cuckoo clocks.

- There was a piece like a bird - it was an owl. It came out of its cabinet like the cuckoo in a clock while you were looking at something else, and just as your attention was about to be free from another display, ending, the owl/cuckoo came out and turned around 180 degs., and went back inside it's case - only this time it ran down and stopped. It stood there with its back turned, as the music and the clock, inside stopped.

- I had seen my dad, Phil, standing outside the shrine, and I told him that I'd show it to him. That it was okay, I'd been there before, that I knew it well, and my health club was in the basement, inside.

- We actually were doing something together, peacefully.

- So, I took him up the pyramid-like entrance, and I was all excited to be giving the tour.

- I showed him a small room that had a door on the opposite side, which looked through to the portrait room.

- This small ante-room was lined with thick oak or walnut panelling - elaborate carved mouldings and doorways.

- It was Victorian, but American, however, the "Count" who lived there was older than time,itself - almost like a vampire.

- I am one of the only people that ever witnessed him. He was too evil for most visitors. He hid behind the walls, so no one could find him.

So, anyway, we walked through the little ante-room, into the main hall or chamber - we were captivated by all the movement and music boxes playing all around.

- I was about to show my dad the evil portraits, with the "living" eyes

- But, now they were gone.!The place was being renovated and re-decorated. They were putting out vases with flowers and replacing the tapestries of evil.

- There was a woman standing in the front - sort of a hostess, or open-house tour guide. I think her name was Becky. She spoke with a cultured, yet slightly Southern accent.

- We discussed what the evil master looked like - I said he reminded me of a very good-looking rock-star.

- The lady said "yes - he was related to many famous people - a famous actor named ???" (I forgot. - And also to Mick Jagger and Keith Moon.

- But, this guy had a very demonic evil - it was more powerful than anything we could describe.

- It was described by both of us as severely "bi-polar!" (She agreed with me - "yes a bi-polarness).

THen I woke up - Puss puss was at my head on my pillow!

Notes: One of the names that sticks out was "Oberweiss" as in the dairy. (This is also Election Primary time, and he was a candidate in the news a lot.) Also, the girl's name I said I forgot, was "Luanne Rhymes" - (not Lee Ann).

The actor's name was something like Richard Chamberlain, or Lee Marvin. That era.

Dream:
- There was a big concert. Our manager was driving two of us into the gate, in our car/limo.

- We had special passes. I was being filmed in a leapord outfit - I had special lighting and effects.

- I was crawling on top of the tables, like a tiger, slinking over the furniture.

- An award was announced "Best Supporting Actor"

- I think it was for me.

- There was a girl there, from the military (in her bkgnd.)

- She was now working as a film Director/or maybe photographer. She had a special camera from some war-like Vietnam. She was working with me.

- There were all these unusual animals - at the concert - snakes, crocodiles sleeping - we didn't want to wake them. We had to go past them.

- There was a girl I thought I recognized from H.S. (Jamie Cox) She had stomped her foot to some song beat or cheer - and twisted her foot into her shoe, getting it stuck.

- She lost whatever contest she was in.

- I called out to her, and when she saw me, it was like I was famous or very handsome, or something.

- Suddenly "everything was okay" and she was just so thrilled to see me.

- We ended up leaving the concert early - we had parked in the first space - my dad and mother were there. She was crazy and he suddenly wanted to buy a convertible.

- I wasn't sure it was for me, because I was going to start school, soon. You were never sure with him. (my dad)

Movie Idea:
- "Four Taps of the Cane" - Like a Tim Burton psychodrama

- A fantasy thriller about how both good and evil dwell in each of us. The battle with those two forces.

- How our "beash" is to be tamed.

- It is chaos and cannot thrive here.

Characters:
- A drawer is opened, and in the corner, sits a little evil-looking doll girl - in her old dress.

- She gets out and begins to wreak havoc.

- But, they let her out, because they discover she can be tamed, or controlled - with taps of her mother's or master's Cane!

- The more taps it takes, the stronger your evil or chaotic nature is.

- After 4 taps, she was put in a drawer for a long, long time, until someone came along and opened it up to let her out.

- The colonel brought many costumes and ideas

- He is an artist and salesman/entrepreneur

- Girls lined up on the left, boys on the right - to audition.

- 2 little girls were interviewd for roles (audition) - they were chosen for their 'strangeness'.

Date: Sat, 17 Jan 2004 06:33:33 -0800 (PST)

Subject: Re: Dreamtides . . .
To: Spencer

. . . Last night, many interesting dreams, just before I awoke with an allergy attack. (Grey Tide?) A couple of recurring themes - coming into great prosperity, by way of finding, or acquiring things. Another brilliant, shiny gem - in the shape of a glass box. It changed my life.
Then, I did battle in this other 'realm' - going back and forth, multiple times, bringing new strategy to the field, out there, somewhere. There was a woman here. I needed to go back and forth until I got it right, and finally I did. It was necessary to become "we" with her. Perfect unity. When I came back, here, we were perfectly in harmony. Whatever I did, while I was over on the other plane, it was correct. She was a soulmate, or my twin, or something like that. . . The End

. . . Email Contents:
Did you see all the antics by Michael Jackson, yesterday? I was getting nausious.(sp?) The tiny town of Santa Maria (conception town of yours truly) was turned upside down, by the little freakster. He was 20 minutes late for court, to start with. He was outside directing his videographer, and strolling thru the crowd, touching people's fingers and flashing his infamous peace sign, like a Saturday stroll thru the park. Apparently unaware that he is facing very serious charges. Totally out of control of his attorneys. Most attorneys will tell you they have never once showed up late for court in all their years.
He is now affiliated with the Nation of Islam - mistake #2. And his attorney was saying very stupid things, for that level of counsel. Mistake #3. i.e. - about how "ill-prepared the town was for his arrival. How the unexpected and impromptu crowds just happened to appear from nowhere. (The Jackson camp was bussing people in from at least 4 different locations, as far away as Vegas - and advertising the pickup locations all over his websites, I discovered.)
http://reuters.com - may still have the clip of him hopping up on top of the SUV and dancing, with his little umbrella, and his black thug videographer, after his court appearance. (Apparently his arm is healed.) All these stupid black people singing the "Overcome" song and carrying signs, like they know him, or like they even have one minutia of knowledge about anything going on with the case. Please! He had a huge party at Neverland for oh - 500 - 600 people were invited, after court. Probably bussed in from the Kmart in LA, where many began the day's festivities. He has moved to Beverly, btw. Surprise surprise.

Date: Mon, 5 Jan 2004 09:28:57 -0800 (PST)

I was in a dream - scurrying about a small airport terminal, as I'd checked in too early,
and they weren't ready for me. I went to the washroom, and I leaked pee on my white jeans. There was a separate turnstyle line for towels and water, of course. Hahah! Some lady there was running around what looked like a miniature golf course layout with a toy bunny on a stick which a toy cat chased! I told her it was nice, but I had a flight to catch. I finally
skipped the whole thing and ran back out to the main area.

I was chewing a wad of bubble gum and it began to clump in my mouth and was sticking to my teeth and lips. I was following two men around the lines of people, to get past them and get to the boarding pass counter. I stopped to scrape the gum off my face, and told one of the guys, "I cannot chew gum, but it's better than smoking." He agreed.

As we were going thru the last turnstyle, I noticed this guy was a bear, as he began to change his T-shirt, in line. He had fur on his shoulders, but not a lot elsewhere. I found it sort of attractive, but only slightly so. We were in plenty of time for our flight, but I woke up just then. . . The End

. . . In same email to Spencer:
I hope you connect with that Michael. If he's like
most of the behrs, he'll need you to lead him around
and make all the decisions for him. Then whine and
bitch when he doesn't like something. Which will turn
out to be most EVERYthing in the world except broadway
music and fattening foods! HAHAHAH! But then, ya
never know????? He's certainly willing to make a
connect! That's a good sign. Or a bad sign, Dohhh!
Puss puss cuddled with me all night, so maybe she
was giving me a dream about you - connecting with your
behr, at long last, and it had a happy ending, as most
of my dreams do.

Song: Ballade No. 4 in F minor - Chopin (Excellent)

Gallery Opening Idea:
- Same theme as the Harry Potter windows at Marshall Field.

- It was at some Gallery 860(?) [Not sure where that is.]

- Out in the back garden of the gallery, have a setup similar to miniature golf. But, instead of clubs, just bullet stops with pop-up maps of Ryan's Mystical Journey and original artwork. Do a multi-media presentation.