June 8, 1999 | |
    Scribblings:
I try to recall a conversation
Breaking the silence,
She mocks my way of turning breakfast |
Exerpt from my daily e-mail to my brother.
I had this dream about Aaron G., a kid on whom I had a crush for about 4-5 years between junior high and high school, the other night that's still haunting me today. In the dream, I saw him at "the old" church (I still can't get used to the church being in the building where the bank used to be) with his family. He was sitting with his dad on the side section of the small church until his father got up to go sit with the mom. Aaron then lay down across the seats. Mr. G had his glasses off and *wow* was he ugly, old and wrinkled compared to the young looking face he's always seemed to have. That was the last image of Mr. and Mrs. in the dream.This dream has been disturbing me for the past few days in part because I'm reading the Wally Lamb book, I Know This Much Is True. It's about twins and one being schizophrenic. It's a fantastic book. I'm so trapped in the characters who are so multi-dimentional, but upset by it because of the abuse both brothers go through. But whenever I come to a part where the character of Thomas is displaying schizophrenic tendencies, I can't help but think of the dream. HELP! What's your interpretation? On an equally strange subject, this morning I was watching stupid talk shows to stay put and keep myself cool in the hot hot hot apartment, and I saw this guy, James Van Praagh, who is a psychic medium on the Maury Povich show getting audience members in touch with their dead loved ones. Van Praagh has written 2 books, Talking to Heaven and (Something else) to Heaven and I believed, to some extent, that he was actually communicating with the dead. He spoke to the audience members like the psychic I saw spoke to me, throwing out images and asking questions, "A hospital. Did he die in a hospital? Was he hospitalized before he died?" What interested me was that Van Praagh said that dreams allow our spirits to communicate with other spirits. And I automatically thought of the dream I had about Gramma soon after her death (1996 from cancer). The dream involved her coming to tell me and Grampa that she was ok and for us to rest. That night before the dream I really was missing her, and nearly asked her to come to me. So anywho, that's what's up with me. I spent a few hours reading my book at Barnes and Noble and then treated myself to soup, bagel and coffee at the cafe. Even though it's about 95 degrees here, it was so cold with the air conditioner, and I wanted some good food. And that I got. Spent my last 4 bucks, but I'm worth it!   |