Oh boy...I have a lot of catching up to do here. Ask anyone who has known me at least 15 years. I have dreams...LOTS of dreams, and many of them could have been drafted into screen plays or novels. Obviously I haven't had the where-with-all to make those happen but now that blogging has entered my life, who knows what the future will bring?
I actually kept a library of dream deciphering books at my place of work. Coworkers would consult with me if they needed a dream analyzed. Dreams (especially mine) mystified me and I always thought there was some cosmic or psychic meaning behind them. I have since come to realize that most of my dreams are typically derived from an obscure word, object or sight that I encountered earlier in the day.
I'll be using this blog to compile some of them. I will start with one that did in fact have a psychic element to it. It still gives me shivers when I recall it...
I was strolling through St. Joseph Cemetery in Niagara Falls NY when I came upon the mausoleum. I entered the building to find a family gathered at the far end, obviously mourning over someone. I sat quietly in a pew and waited until they were somewhat composed. As I walked up to the group I saw that is was my friend Lisa and her family visiting the resting place of her step father. I greeted them all and offered my condolences.
The morning that I woke up from that dream I started to go about my usual routine. I retrieved the newspaper from the porch and brought it to the 'reading room'. I glanced through the usual points of interest; front page headlines, police blotter and editorials. When I arrived at the obituary page my jaw dropped. There in print was a memoriam tribute to my friends step father...it was the first anniversary of his passing! I hadn't spoken to her nor would I have reason to remember the exact date of his death. I was blown away~~~~~
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