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001 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - zooming fixture
002 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - men every night
003 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - the island
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: zooming fixture
Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2000 12:08:35 -0800
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Dream Title zooming fixture by Tracy
Date of Dream Jan 15/00
Jan 15/00 2:45am
Dream in this dream,which has haunted me for 25 years,Im
a small child trying to go to sleep.The light fixture in my bedroom is
located near the door and accross the room(small room) than the head of my
bed.I have this horrible dream that the fixture is zooming close and than
zooming far away from me...I always can tell as IM falling asleep if Im
going to have this terrible dream.
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: men every night
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2000 10:26:32 -0800
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Date of Dream every night
Dream every night i have a dream that i'm with other men. i am a married
women!
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: the island
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2000 10:56:38 -0800
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stan kulikowski ii <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
DATE : 17 jan 2000 05:37
DREAM : the island
=( last night, a monday, i spent the evening in the garage reassembling
my camaro. i had started by finally getting the exhaust manifolds in
place and torqued. i spent a long time trying various placements of
that heat shield my father had left over when he helped me do this job
in 1992. i can understand its function, but, like him, i can not figure
out where this piece goes and it is not pictured in any of the three
shop manuals. it almost fits several places, but the emission control
pipes block it everywhere. eventually i had to give up on it. by 23:00
i got the new set of distributor wires into the latch cap, but without
any solid feel of metal to metal snap in connection. my hands ached
with all the hard metal bumps and scrapes of the day. i went to bed
shortly after midnight too tired for my usual all night computer work.
the program i am writing on nonzero sum games will have to wait. i went
right to sleep hoping for a good dream at least if i was not going to
use the night for real work. )=
the studebaker farm outside new carlisle ohio was always a quaint, well
kept place. today the extended clan has gathered for a wedding, and i
have been brought into the edge of the proceedings by joe studebaker, a
devilish handsome man, cousin to janet, my former wife. we are both
dressed in black tuxedos with stiff white collars and tiny black ties.
the wedding and its formal reception are over, now the distant relations
are departing back to their distance and the local family is preparing
the spend the rest of the afternoon at a picnic in a place called, 'the
island'. this is a traditional summer activity added on to the nuptials
as everyone has gathered in one place. it promises to be quite an
afternoon.
in the second floor of the farmhouse the cousins have all assembled to
await the official termination of the reception from there to depart to
the island. i have never been to this place before, although i have
heard the many fond remembrances of former afternoons there from just
about everyone in the family. somhow i do not think it is really an
island, just a natural glade in the woods surrounded by streams, so
small children call it an island because you must cross water to get
there. joe and i settle on folding chairs at the end of a line of young
men similarly disposed to wait.
with some commotion in the next room a scaled group of bride's maids
come chattering by. they have all cut a strand of their hair, about a
20 centimeter hunk, to be bound together in some talisman for the
bride. a particular yellow blonde strand catches my eye among the usual
reds and browns of the studebaker girls.
"that blonde piece comes from morgan." joe explains to me, seeing my
puzzlement. "have you ever met her?"
i shake my head. i have just heard of this girl. the gaggle of girls
makes a convolution so i can just see the one blonde in their midst.
morgan is incredibly beautiful, just seventeen and somewhat self
conscious being dressed in a formal for the first time. she does have a
little of janet's thin model look about her.
then, unexpectedly, janet comes down upon the girls like a border collie
keeping its flock in order. she is taller and more mature than any of
the other bride's maids. it hurts my eyes just to look at her, she is
so good and wholesome in appearance. janet quickly organizes the other
girls and sends them down the stairs for the presentation of the hair
pieces in a bundle, apparently the start of the final ritual of the day
as the bride and groom depart for their honeymoon.
once the chattering of the departing girls has receded down the stairs,
janet returns and walks before the line of male cousins waiting here. i
avoid making eye contact with her gaze, closing my eyes and pretending
to be sleeping. my chin is tucked down to my collar so i suspect she
will not recognize me for the moment.
"well, finally we can go off to the island." she says to no one in
particular. "i am just glad that no one told stan about this today. he
never bled like i did." i feel joe squirm a bit as he has invited me
here in hopes that she can reconcile somehow with me. we have both
struggled over this separation for so long, maybe now it can be mended.
janet also notices joe's discomfort. "what's this?" she says looking
at him then me closely. "oh no. what are you doing here?" janet
demands, finally recognizing me.
"just waiting." i say to her. the next move, if any progress is to
made must be hers.
"no. no. get out of here. you have no right to be with us." she is
right, of course. it was a long shot and we tried.
"ok, i did not mean to offend you." i tell her as i head to the
stairway downwards. "but you are wrong about me never bleeding. i can
not take a breath without remembering you." this is an overstatement,
but not much. the others look at each other in disappointment. janet
remains stung like ice as i leave.
i avoid the collections of relatives downstairs and make my way through
the doors toward the outside. i think i catch a glimpse of lester,
janet's father, carving a roast, but i make sure to avoid distracting
him. in the mud room just off the kitchen i go for the door to let
myself out and find that the door has been removed. i reach for where
the door handle should be and find only bare wall. puzzled, i repeat
the empty gesture toward the door knob no longer there. off to the
side, where the garage should be there is a remodeled sun room. i go
through there to find a new glass door leading outside.
finally out of the house, i begin to hurriedly walk toward the road just
beyond the red barn. she was perfectly in her rights to reject me. it
was joe and a few of the other relatives who had hoped this would
finally fix things for us. i tried. the walk back to town will be a
long one, but i will appreciate the effort.
the sunlight of the afternoon is a perfect golden color, beautiful late
summer day. the perfection of the countryside belies my sorrow and drab
colored soul. instead of walking, i spread my arms to swim into the
air. it takes more effort to fly, but the distance directly across the
fields will be shorter than following the roads. with about three heavy
strokes into the air i gain an altitude of maybe five meters and start
out over the fences toward the distant town.
"stan. wait." i hear a voice behind me.
i turn about in the air to look back. it is janet, hurriedly dressed in
tight jeans and a plain white tee shirt, wedding dress abandoned. her
thin lines are plainly elegant in the too tight jeans and too loose
shirt. she is standing to the barn by the last fence that i just flew
over.
"i know you did not mean to hurt me here today." she says, looking down
at nothing on the ground. "it was just so sudden and i had long given
up on ever seeing you again. they are right. we do need each other."
my eyes suddenly choke with tears as i just hover there in the air. my
resolve to leave keeping me aloft, but slowly i gain control and turn
back toward her with increasing effort. i can hardly breathe and have
some trouble coming down beside her. just far enough away not to
touch. the earth feels heavy and solid as i finally get one foot then
the other down upon it.
i wait for a breath. then two. she finally looks up into my eyes and i
can hardly see her for the tears running out, but i make no effort to
wipe any of them away. there is a time to just let feelings wash out
unhindered and this is it. she reaches up to put her arms around my
neck. "i have missed you more than i can say." i tell her. i doubt
that my body can hold up to the gentleness of her touch. she slowly
kisses me and the world seems to dissolve.
when i finally come back to conscious awareness, i see that joe and a
few of the others have gathered around us. they are smiling at each
other, trying not to stare. "so," joe says with a grin, "are we finally
ready to go to the island now?"
=( i wake at 05:05 feeling rather rested with no tendency to go back to
sleep. this dream was rather vivid and clear in my mind. i have no
difficulty remembering the details, except the name of the seventeen
year old girl upstairs. she is not a person from real time. the name i
settled on for her, 'morgan', was not the name i heard but it has the
right feel of a boy's name that could be used for a girl. the name i
recalled was 'howard' but it did not have the right feel, not being a
name that could be used for a female. except for that one detail,
everything else was crystal clear in recall. joe studebaker was a
cousin of janet's, the same age in our high school class. we were never
friends, i suspect he knew my name and little else. )=
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