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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: The Refrigerator
Date: Sun, 24 Oct 1999 11:02:45 -0700
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Hello,
I just stumbled onto this site, and I'd like more information as I believe
dreams are very important.
I had this dream, I don't recall it all but I wrote down some immediately
upon waking.
I was at my home and my landlord came in my kitchen (I walked in the
kitchen and he was just there--I was surprised but not anxious, just sort
of out of the blue surprised he was in my house) and with a dolly was
removing my refrigerator. I said "why are you doing that?" He said "you are
getting a new one." I said, "why?" He said because this one doesn't freeze
right." I said, "well, that only happened once." I was shocked because my
refrigerator is rusty and unsightly but works well--and it has only failed
to work right once. (The landlord in my dream was a man I knew in the
dream, but not actually anyone I know-not my landlord).
I was still in my home. I wrote down: "I was concerned about locking my
doors and safety. I told Jeff (my son) to change his socks." In the dream I
was naked and it mattered to no one. I did go put clothes on (as I was
clothed after realizing I was naked each time; but I never went a picked
out clothes and put them on, they just came on me with the realization that
I wanted to be clothed).
For some reason I was scared and I wasn't at home so I ran into a house
with the person that was with me, perhaps my lifelong buddy Dawn. I wasn't
fearful for my children. I suppose they were in my home. I worried about N.
(my god-daughter, who is 16 months old; who, in the dream said lonely-y
"where's J.". Really she only calls me Mamma or Mommy and when asked to say
Joyce she seems to clam up; and she will walk away...I guess that name is
like telling a one year old to sit down and tie your shoes). The house I
ran into I had thought was unoccupied. I rationalized with a friend that
since no one would be home, and since we wouldn't touch or disturb
anything, and we were only seeking safety, that it was alright to go in. As
we walked in a blonde woman, who was evidently in bed got up--and being
glad to see us, said hello. I said, "oh, we didn't think anyone was here
and we were just trying to find someplace to be safe. She walked away and
disappeared. I then entered the bedroom she left, and Mr. O. was in there
with a blanket covering him all except one leg and an entire left buttocks.
He didn't care. Again I was naked. I realized my naked-ity didn't matter
again. (Mr. O. is a math teacher at my community college, whom I don't
really know. He is thin, with a beard, and seems cold; but has a relative
kindness about him--really. I would have thought him stoic, insensitive,
and mean; except, well, I guess I do know him personally, sort of. I worked
in the counseling department 3 times in my 4 years there and his wife was
the secretary and I was her assistant so I saw that he was simply droll
with much really inside him. He is unphased by much, and would be pretty
much unphased if he found me in his house--knowing I was seeking safety. I
don't really know him, though.) Anyway, he pretty much lay there and was
undaunted by our presence. It may have been him, or he directed me to the
"advisor" in my dream. This advisor, whom definitely doesn't seem like it
was him, said "get to know your children." That is they key to their
happiness. Then a whole courtroom of people (not really a courtroom--a
group; mockers--people who were so advanced from me looked upon me as if
they knew it all. They knew what I was going to say and they smugly smiled
as I approached saying it and laughed--not at me, but at the cuteness of my
ignorance when they told me--don't be afraid of telling them what to do. It
was then that I said, "didn't I tell my son to change his socks?! I tell my
children what to do." Then they became more understanding and agreeable. I
understood that they were saying "it is okay to be on your kids bad
side--they are not going to hurt you, and in fact they need it....but
wasn't I getting there!" But the advise remained and was stated again, "Get
to know your children. Really really know your children." It was as if this
was they key to everything I needed. I woke up feeling damn good! I
couldn't wait for my 4 kids to wake up so I could see them.
I cannot remember in the dream much about a man with a missing leg. Since
my dream took place hither and yon I don't recall where he was even at. But
I recall "that man doesn't have a leg to stand on." In the dream I laughed
inwardly thinking "yeah, metaphorically too."
My last notes on this page was the lingering knowledge: N. misses me.
(The woman above who left Mr. O.'s bedroom was not his wife. She was a tall
pretty blonde with long hair--it didn't seem like they were
relation-oriented. Mr. O's wife is a well shaped, beautiful, delightful
British woman who is black with short hair). (Mr. O also has a beard, in
real life. When I saw him I thought about his beard though it was as though
in the dream he didn't have one. I remembered looking for it, and I thought
oh yeah it is there, I think. He is a very light white man with dark black
beard).
About the refrigerator, it didn't matter to me that it was being taken
away, even with the food in it. I didn't feel like I was missing much and I
much preferred the new one, as I've always wanted a nicer refrigerator
(which door opened the other way...and even if the door continued to open
the wrong way it looked better-this is true, but wasn't a thought in the
dream), and it felt like a present from someone who cared-this landlord.
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Subject: Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n177
Date: Sun, 24 Oct 1999 19:14:07 EDT
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cab drm-peace had lain to the right of the dog if you had avoided becoming
"mad"
bed drm-peace had lain to the right of the house if you had avoided
becoming"some"
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