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001 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - The killer. the poet
002 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Jennifers Dream
003 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Mom didn't really die.
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: The killer. the poet
Date: Thu, 02 Sep 1999 15:33:24 -0700
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Dream Title The killer. the poet
Date of Dream 8/31/99
Dream I was on a el-train riding around the a city at
night. I was reading a newspaper, when I looked up there was this person
with a gray cloth sack on his face and a butcher knife in his right hand.
He was comming right at
me. I started to run through each car trying to get away. but every time I
would look back. He was still there. When the train stopped I jumped out
and he followed me. I tripped over a bottle. He was on top of me I begged
him not to kill me. That I was only twenty-two and I haven't lived a full
life. Then he finally spoke to me and said" he would let me live for now
but later on in my life he would be back to take my life.
Comments by Dreamer When I woke up I felt very calm and content.
What doe's it mean.
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Jennifers Dream
Date: Thu, 02 Sep 1999 19:42:11 -0700
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Dream Title Jennifers Dream
Date of Dream couple weeks ago,99
Dream I have dreamed that I was enroute to work in a
caravan of vans and I was in the middle vehicle and was not driving we
stopped at a store to get some things at my request and the store we
stopped at was in the middle of nowhere and there were loins everywhere and
there was feeding going on in the background and we got out anyway and
other people also did and we went in to the store and I felt real weird
about going in but did thenafter I went thru the store wich was laid out
like a maze I left out the exit and a one way exit at that then the guy
driving said he parked at the end of the building and 1/2 of the now truck
was in the building and I had to get thru a small space to get in the truck
past sharp edgeof metal trailor siding the he pulled out so I could get in
and all of a sudden a huge angry Gorrilla leaped out of the bush and full
tackled a lion near me and they were very loud with spit and claws and dust
rolling with them so I wanted to hurry !
!
while they were disstractedfighting and the now convertable was having a
hard time getting the top up and the guy driving was in no hurry I forgot
something mentioned it then he offered to stop again but I asked if he was
crazzy and said no then we kept on driving END
Comments by Dreamer please feel free to input I have no clue but see
it all the time now awake like flashes and need advice feel free to Email
me @ [EMAIL PROTECTED] thank you for no pranks
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Mom didn't really die.
Date: Fri, 03 Sep 1999 08:17:58 -0700
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Dream Title Mom didn't really die.
Date of Dream September 4, 1999 about 4:14 a.m.
Dream In my dream I am pushing my mother in a
wheelchair. (She died August 18, 1999. She was never in a wheelchair.)I
ask her if she is sure she will recover or if she is recovering. (I can't
remember exactly.) She answers something (I can't remember exactly the
words.) The meaning was everything is fine and will be fine. I feel very
happy that my mother will be ok. I'm pushing her along in this wheelchair
and all I can see is the back of her head and she is wearing her blue front
button shirt. She is holding her purse on her lap. I think we are outside
on a sidewalk. It is sunny and there are trees and plants. This dream is in
color and it felt like it was really happening. Somewhere in my mind I
remember asking God if this was for real. I wake up when my son is tapping
me on the arm wanting to crawl into bed with me.
Comments by Dreamer If anyone can tell me what this means you are
welcome to write to me. I can already figure it's my subconscience wish
for her to still live and my questioning God must be my realization she is
dead.
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Permission Comments You can write me at [EMAIL PROTECTED] My name
is stephanie.
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