Too many dreams to keep track of these past months. My dreams are always busy, filled with folks of all ages, places past, mixed with new unknowns. People recast in mixed roles in my play of dreams.
The other night I dreamt I was about 18 and living at home part time. My brother Don was 8 and I felt he needed clothes. I told my Mom I was going to get him new things. I drove to Patchogue but kept losing my wad or envelope of cash. I had our old black chevy Gary's folks gave him but in my dream, I couldn't handle it too well. At times, my Mom was with me and going to try and drive but it didn't work. I think I ended up walking back to Farmingville. I'm unsure now.
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Note: Our Mom, Minerva, died this past summer. Today would have been her 94th birthday! She loved dreams, having them, telling and hearing them, divining them. She was good and we had a definite psychic link, very strong, dreamwise.
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| Our Mom, Minerva, 1950 with me and older brother, George. |
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Note: Our Mom, Minerva, died this past summer. Today would have been her 94th birthday! She loved dreams, having them, telling and hearing them, divining them. She was good and we had a definite psychic link, very strong, dreamwise.
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