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001 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - telephone by china
002 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Mac's Tornado Alley
003 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - My Dad
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: telephone by china
Date: Mon, 07 Aug 2000 13:21:54 -0700
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Dream Title
Date of Dream 8-6-00
Dream I called an emergency number (like 911) and my
sister answered. She was surprised that I called, because only her husband
has the number. (Our mother is dying in waking life. This was vaguely part
of the dream)
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Mac's Tornado Alley
Date: Tue, 08 Aug 2000 09:11:01 -0700
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Dream Title Mac's Tornado Alley
Date of Dream 8/8/00, 7 am
Dream I'm jumping on a trampoline outside my childhood
home looking around, and I see the clouds circling and the blue sky turning
gray. I run in my house and suddenly to look out the picture window in my
childhood home. I see three tornadoes swirling around. All are very wide
at the top and stay wide until the come to a point almost at the
ground. They are also diagonal and lazy in stature. The sky is a really
rich, almost 3 dimentional, deep gray, although there is no rain. The
tornadoes whirl around a bit. I call my mother at our store which is
within walking and sight distance and warn her. I see one tornado lay down
on its side and clear a whole section of town as if a steam roller. The
section cleared is very green and lush with trees and life. I see a mean
looking 50-something man with a white and gray beard wearing roman clothing
in white and gold (almost Caesarean) riding around on a white chariot
pulled by 6 or 8 horses. But I don't close the front door to the house in
fear. He is the seemingly bad man who is causing the tornadoes and he will
kill. I close up in the tornado shelter which is a cinderblock room
adjacent to our airconditioner in the front of the house. The door to the
room is behind the curtain for the window and looks to be a sliding door or
another curtain. I bend down to turn on the light switch which is tiny,
not like a switch I've seen before. The light comes on briefly but it
quickly goes out. It needs to be replaced. I go into the kitchen and get
out the package of 10 watt bulbs which are tiny and in a green box and
notice that many have already been used but there are a few left. I put
the new bulb in and go about my business. The light in the room is almost
a thick yellow and the carpet is a brownish/orange. My mom and her female
employee are taking quite a while to close the store as if it is more
important than safety. I run in and out of the house yelling for them to
hurry up and I call now and then. I go back into the house each time to
keep organizing and stockpiling food and other items into the shelter. I
get the cheesepuffs, some sodas and keep working. I don't know what I was
doing, but I was keeping busy. The female employee, Kathy, comes up to the
house and does a few things while Im stockpiling and when I get to the
shelter room, she is folding clothes. My mom gets there and I don't
remember much of our interaction No one seems scared. No one is rushing
to get IN the shelter, just prepare it. Then out the picture window, I see
the chariot go by and the tornados getting closer to the house. I shut the
house front door and lock it quickly. Look out the peephole and see an
older woman 60s with a book, a purse, and some type of clip board. She
knocks. She is supposed to look comforting and matronly, but for
somereason she doesn't. I hesitantly open the door a crack and we converse
a bit. I don't really remember what we talked about but she said I needed
to go with her. I wouldn't so she said she'd just have to take further
action. She walks back around the house. By this time the storms had
somewhat cleared and some sun was showing. She goes to get her truck and
pulls forward parallel to me in the driveway in her light green late 90s
small Sonoma pickup. She gives me another chance to go with her, but I
refuse and go back in the house. She leaves and after some more work in
thehouse, I look out the door which I hadn't closed after the woman, and
see the charioteer again. He is in mid air hovering in front of my
porch. He just stares at me, I get scared and close the door. I look out
the peep hole and he is gone. Then, I see the woman walking toward the
door again. She tries to get me to exit the house again but I still
refuse. She continues to coax me, and I continue to refuse although I open
the door a bit to talk to her as she is a harmless old woman. She talks
for a minute and then grabs my wrist. I yank it back and her purse gets
caught in the screen door. She says that she has the authority to take me
with her. I say that she doesn't. Kathy pipes in, she's just like the tax
woman. (Kathy has had trouble with the law as well and should know). The
old woman commiserates back at her and then tries to coax me out
nicely. All the time she has her purse holding the screen door open
between us. I bow in with no intention of going with her, tell her to go
get her truck that I will meet her. She warns me not to go out the back
door. The back door hasn't worked in years. I don't plan on going out
that door anyway, I plan on going in the shelter until she goes away. (How
logical!!) I try to shut the door after she walks down the front porch
steps, but she reaches her arm in to try and hold it open. I push with all
my might to try and keep her out. But I am just a fraction of an inch from
getting the door to latch. My mom and Kathy come to help me push it shut,
we struggle.
I wake up.
Comments by Dreamer The aspects in the home are all accurate except
for the shelter room. I have no clue where that one came from. The older
woman was a common 'old lady actress' from various television shows. She
plays a somewhat senile character at times. While I'm having interaction
with her, my mom and Kathy are just doing their business throughout the house.
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: My Dad
Date: Tue, 08 Aug 2000 12:38:28 -0700
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Dream Title My Dad : SKIPPER777
Date of Dream 08/06/00
Dream I am at my father's funeral and I go up to the
casket to view him. He suddenly reaches up with a look of anger and murder
in his eyes and starts chasing me. The chase continues for a long period
of time, him always with that hateful look in his eyes and he tries to kill
me multiple times. He finally catches me and then I wake up. This is a
recurring dream. Sometimes it is my father and others it is another man.
Comments by Dreamer My father died when I was 15 and the funeral
parlor was just as I remembered it being...that is the strangest
part. Everything is the same until he wakes up.
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