Saturday, March 2, 2019

Was that you? And where is Steve Clark?

 
Once again, I dreamed you were still alive. But the dream was a bit of  a regression. You were alive and in an ill condition, in bed for the most part. You were being pretty critical of me and telling me you couldn't stand hearing my guitar playing. You were also being kind of demanding, requesting that I do this or that, firing off your orders in rapid succession. I was reacting poorly, as per usual, and experienced the anger starting up.

But at some point, I remembered that you had died and how I should be glad to just have you back. So, I dropped whatever I was doing and ran into the bedroom. I saw that you had been crying, and I wiped the tears from your face and kissed you and hugged you.

In some other part of the dream, you were outside walking or standing on the grass near a sidewalk. Clearly you shouldn't have been able to walk, so I told you, "Should you you be doing that?" I went to grab you to help support you, and you collapsed like a stack of wet noodles. Never question someone doing something miraculous in a dream, it usually spoils everything.

Then, back in the house and still in a bedridden state, you'd somehow become aware of mold growing on the ceiling of a closet. You pointed it out to me, "See, this is what I'm talking about. Stuff like that!" 

I noted that it had obviously been a part of the house for a long time, because the previous owners had even built a drain pipe inside the closet to direct what appeared to be a chronic water incursion.

Later on in the dream, with you still in bed making lists of things for me to do, I was in another room talking on the CB. I was attempting to be my annoying, disruptive self, keying up and preventing others from talking just for spite. Then I heard a loud amount of bleedover from another channel. It had to be my neighbor, Tow Jam.

I couldn't ever tune him in, but in the process of searching for him I heard someone say "KFI," the handle of someone I presume to now be deceased. I called for him and he actually responded. He was having a conversation, "shooting skip," with someone in another state. I heard him sign off, "
KFI, aka Steve Clark."

I had to tear myself away from the CB at that point because you were calling for me from the bedroom, and I had to bring you some of the stuff on your list.

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