In the last week I have had dreams that included my uncle Steve, Grandpa Buckwitz, Bill Helton (aka Uncle Bill) and Sharon. Like most dreams they were fragmented and not easily retrievable. For the most part, they were not that earth-shattering, but the fact that I've been visited in my dreams by this many dead people in a week seems significant, if not downright alarming.
Steve was talking to me about something, and it seemed as if he maybe felt a little hurt that I wasn't seeing it his way. In the dream, I remember thinking how that was just like him, getting butthurt over something or other. Nice. I can still be a judgemental little snot in my dreams.
Grandpa was in his house and being evacuated (twice) for a threat of fire nearby. I witnessed a flaming 300 foot pine tree crashing onto several houses on the block. The sound it made when it hit the houses was like a bomb. I recall saying, "Oh, shit! This is it, guys, we gotta get outta here!"
The dream with Bill was some scene at Lake Isabella, in the garage of their place up there. I saw him and wanted to shake his hand as he was trying to give me a hug. It was a bit awkward, as I didn't let go of his hand while he kept trying to hug me.
He asked me if I was still "riding that motorcycle," and he pointed to the Yamaha V-Star, which I own in real life. He smiled but looked a bit like he disapproved. He died from injuries sustained in a motorcycle accident in 1980, so I suppose that's to be expected.
I saw Sharon from a distance, in some long line of people, on the other side of a doorway or checkpoint. I surmised that I was supposed to stay on the other side of it. She was destined to get to me eventually, but I was impatient and jumped past the checkpoint.
"I hope that's not against the rules," I was thinking, but concluded, "Screw the rules, I wanna see her now!" Of course my dream was cut off before I could have my happy reunion.
I have been feeling like my earthly body is wearing a bit thin due to physical and mental exhaustion. If this is death's calling card, I suppose it won't be so bad after all. I'd really love to see these people again.
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