Rex made me go see his lawyer, Eric Allen. Not sure why, but first he asked if I was still on their community panel and I said I thought so. So we were driving around city. At one point I said "Isn't this close to Christ hospital?" and he said yeah, maybe, then he looked around and said yes I was right. I said, "because there's the road we come down when we leave.
Went to lawyer's office. Busy busy place. Finally got someone's attention and they sent Eric to us, and he took us into a conference room with a woman (knew her name in dream but don't remember it now) who said she knew she was going to need a lot of envelopes. She sat down at a drafting table with a lot of sharpened pencils.
Eric touched, delicately, upon the subject of fees and Rex brought up the community panel thing, and it turns out they had disbanded that a couple years ago.
Rex is discussing finances with lawyer and saying things that are making me angry and then I remember that Rex is dead and this can't be real. Or that he forgot he wasn't going to let anyone know he wasn't dead (previous dream http://dreamsbigandsmall.blogspot.com/2014/06/hes-alive.html )
Anyway, Rex was dead and I couldn't pretend he wasn't, not even for the lawyer visit and I went out and walked to Burke Park looking for Mary, because I knew she would understand and just walk with me, probably to the cemetery.
There were lots of families in the park, most of them some kin to Mary, but she wasn't there, so I walked on oer to her house, which was anew york styled brownstone with a big wide porch with big wide steps, with a lot of children. One of the children -- girls -- tried to make me say my birthdate in Russian, and they all giggled at me when I made mush of the pronunciation. The sounds were there but the inflection was wrong.
Mary was busy with Becky, who was a young child in this dream, but willing to go with me as soon as...
Then we were outside, and there were paratroopers landing in the same spot over and over, even though the one who landed there just before him was injured landing there. Don't know how many times that happened, but I was in despair."Why do they keep landing in the same spot when they know they will be hurt?"
Then I realized that they didn't know, jumping out of the plane one after another, that their landing spot would have a problem, and that there really wasn't anything they could do to change it after leaving the plane.
Went to lawyer's office. Busy busy place. Finally got someone's attention and they sent Eric to us, and he took us into a conference room with a woman (knew her name in dream but don't remember it now) who said she knew she was going to need a lot of envelopes. She sat down at a drafting table with a lot of sharpened pencils.
Eric touched, delicately, upon the subject of fees and Rex brought up the community panel thing, and it turns out they had disbanded that a couple years ago.
Rex is discussing finances with lawyer and saying things that are making me angry and then I remember that Rex is dead and this can't be real. Or that he forgot he wasn't going to let anyone know he wasn't dead (previous dream http://dreamsbigandsmall.blogspot.com/2014/06/hes-alive.html )
Anyway, Rex was dead and I couldn't pretend he wasn't, not even for the lawyer visit and I went out and walked to Burke Park looking for Mary, because I knew she would understand and just walk with me, probably to the cemetery.
There were lots of families in the park, most of them some kin to Mary, but she wasn't there, so I walked on oer to her house, which was anew york styled brownstone with a big wide porch with big wide steps, with a lot of children. One of the children -- girls -- tried to make me say my birthdate in Russian, and they all giggled at me when I made mush of the pronunciation. The sounds were there but the inflection was wrong.
Mary was busy with Becky, who was a young child in this dream, but willing to go with me as soon as...
Then we were outside, and there were paratroopers landing in the same spot over and over, even though the one who landed there just before him was injured landing there. Don't know how many times that happened, but I was in despair."Why do they keep landing in the same spot when they know they will be hurt?"
Then I realized that they didn't know, jumping out of the plane one after another, that their landing spot would have a problem, and that there really wasn't anything they could do to change it after leaving the plane.
Your brain has been busy!!
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