6.27.2005
Sprucing up the tree of life
I'm in a tree, medium high off the ground. It's some kind of pine tree, I think, and I'm busily removing small dead branches where they join the trunk. The tree needles are a light green yellow and everywhere around me there is bright white light. I can only see the tree. I'm aware that this is a spiritual tree, perhaps the tree of life.
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David, It has been an interesting century. Your dream vision of me in a coffee shop with head in hands is accurate, except for the crewcut. My hair is intact, but many other things are different. Lesley and I are not divorced, doing okay. All four of our parents have died since late 2000. My mom went almost a year ago the last. In November a year ago, I was diagnosed with a tumor on the pituitary gland. After months of fear and dread, I had what seems to be a very successful surgery - I had the MRI last Monday. Looks good. I need to take the time to read the rest of your dreams. It's a violation, I know, but you have left them laying around, so you must want someone to see them. We did come to Athens a couple years ago and tried to call you, but got no answer. I would like to talk to you.
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