Dad - #3

Posted by Jim on March 29, 2006

It’s getting close to my Dad’s birthday. I know because I just had the third dream about him. He has been gone for a few years, but even alive, I never had a dream about him. And with my sleep patterns I am not a longer sleeper who forgets them. I wake during them and remember the last split seconds.

Which as we know from sleep and dream analysis can be years of a dream time story line but the infinite small second in real time.

So dream #1 - the 2 brothers had told their lawyer to try and steal the house from under us. We went that day on a hunch to check out the house, found someone trying to work on it, immediately called the cops, had a big scene, and next day lawyer filled, following day we were in court and all that stopped.

In dream #2 - lots of gaming references, discussions about sick people, and my father giving me a gift for my oldest daughters birthday. I do all my checking in Microsoft Money. And before laying down on the couch had balanced my checkbook and cash. My wallet was empty. In the dream he gave me money to hand to the oldest as her birthday gift. As I told my wife about it, she had me look, and there in my wallet was a cash. One part of that dream was off though. In it, amongst our walking around Chinatown and going to a barber shop - yes I needed a haircut and we went to dinner at P F Chang’s. But in the dream he talked about someone not coming to dinner. Driving over my wife assured me in her analysis it meant him and he wanted us to give our daughter a birthday gift in his name. At the restaurant we found her mother in law, but no her father. He had just had a sudden something type virus hit him and he was too sick to go out of the house for dinner. We gave her the money in front of her mother in-law.

So what just happened? - I was a Bishop Eustace attending a night school class or a function. I was in a suit and tie, and overcoat. What I wore to school went I went there when he paid for me to go. Same as I do know for our oldest. As I walked into the class room, I was singing and whistling a song. The instructor, who I never saw, they were just in the back of the room said something, and I forgot my password. I left the room and went to the bathroom and started chocking. I needed a drink or something to clear my throat. So I left the bathroom, got in the car and drove to The Greentop in Berlin, NJ - one of Dad’s very popular hang outs. He wasn’t there and I asked myself that in the dream, might he be here and that’s what drove me here? So back to Bishop Eustace, into the men’s room, hands under the sink to get water cupped into my hands. Then I woke up.

Very vivid, I can tell you which room it was, the first floor main building underneath my homeroom where the walls opened up when I went for large lecture classes. The seats, wooden, with the permanent attached desk half arms going from right to left for all us right handers. I can see the Greentop, all the cars parked and me looking at his usual parking spot but just seeing cars, none of the ones he drove. I knew the song, but in the time it has taken me to come down stairs and check on shit that might be broken or busted - in case this was a friendly reminder dream, or a 6th sense of shit going down, wake up fool. But now, I am not sure of the song, so I don’t write it down to convince myself and miss out on anything else I might learn.

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