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001 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - No Jealousy?--Mr mann
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003 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - dinner party at robbie's house
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: No Jealousy?--Mr mann
Date: Fri, 02 Jun 2000 14:37:47 -0700
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Dream Title No Jealousy?--Mr mann
Date of Dream 3 wks ago- 4am
Dream
i am a member of a fraternity. married to a bisexual woman. we dated more
than 6yrs before marrying. i had what should've been a disturbing dream. i
dreamed that my wife was sexually engaged with two of my frat brothers (
simultaneously ) in my presence as i stood and watched. she was very giddy
and enjoying herself. yet, i wasn't at the least bit apprehensive.
actually, a bit permissive towards her.
even after waking i still had neither feelings of rage nor jealousy.
we've had past discussion concerning her having sex with another man other
than myself and she expresses a definite non-desire for such.
normally, just the thought of her having sex with another man could get my
blood boiling. no matter how close his is to me.
i've been trying to sort this out for weeks now, but to no end. i am
willing to answer any questions to further aid you in assistance.
please help me put SOME sense to this.
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i'm just trying to make some sense of this.
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: dinner party at robbie's house
Date: Fri, 02 Jun 2000 19:51:06 -0700
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Stan requests that his name and address be kept with the dream. - R
From: stan kulikowski ii <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
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DATE : 2 jun 2000 06:09
DREAM : dinner party at robbie's house
=( i have been teaching every day long hours and have been sleeping poorly
because the heat in the night has been borderline for my comfort, staying
just under 26 degrees centigrade. i have been reading an autobiography by
some minor english poet, stephen spender. his recollections of his
undergraduate days in oxford remind me of my graduate studies in
amherst. i wonder if this is typical of oxonians or some special
precocious nature of the idle wealthy class of 1920s england. since i have
to be up early for a really long day of lecture tomorrow, i try to get to
sleep around 02:00 but without success. finally around 03:30 i shut off the
fans, close the windows and set the air conditioner running at 24 degrees
where i can sleep well. it takes almost an hour for it to cool enough that
i drift off. )=
i have arrived too early at robbie moll's house, but he and his wife
rachel do not mind. i used to be almost part of the family, welcome any
time just to drop by. usually i can help in the preparations, or at least
know well enough to keep out of the way when that is the best to be done.
"stan!" cries robbie when he sees me at the door in his customary big
hearted way. "i was just on my way out with justin here." he indicates a
young man, probably a candidate for a position in computer science. "you
come along with us. you will like this too."
quickly the three of us load into a small car for a short ride across
town. we arrive at a factory complex behind a chain link fence, but the
guard at the gate waves us by to a parking space nearby. it is after hours
on a workday, sot the lot is mostly empty.
robbie begins by showing justin around. i have been here often, so i just
hang back looking at the display products scattered along the hallways in
glass cases. finally we come to an intersection where robbie tells us to
wait. he sticks his head into a side door and talks to someone inside.
"ok, ok" he says to himself as he returns his attention to the two of us
waiting. "this is jimbo, the human battery." he introduces us to a very
thin man who has stepped out into the hall with us. jimbo is poorly
dressed, has very dry hair sticking up at odd angles like he just woke up,
and dull waxy looking skin stretched over his bones. he looks more like a
refugee from some balken reign of terror than anyone suited to a scientific
facility.
"just keep away from the walls." robbie warns us.
jimbo stands straight and appears to concentrating on the ceiling for a
while before his hands start to throw off a white glow in the air around
them. i hear a slight crackle and get a smell of ozone. jimbo brings his
hands up in front of him and bright blue streaks of lightning begin to jump
back and forth between his palms. abruptly he throws one hand over to the
wall nearest him and a huge discharge of blue plasma hits the wall with a
loud crash.
jimbo gives a maniacal laugh that can hardly be heard after the deafening
roar of the lightning. the blue tracers of current are now dancing
constantly around his hands, crackling and hissing. he starts to walk
aimlessly toward me, and i back away as jimbo starts throwing thunderbolts
left and right into the absorbent walls. once, in backing away, i get to
close to vertical pipe embedded in a walls, and a bit of current sparks
over to sting me. damn, that hurt even with incidental contact.
soon, however, jimbo's power starts to wane. rather than exhaust himself
totally, he stops the display and composes himself as the fireworks rapidly
fade from his hands. "didn't i tell you this was worth seeing?" robbie
says to us all.
jimbo seems a little shaken after his exertions. "how long have you known
you could do this?" i ask him.
"i was in my late twenties when i started to manifest the sparks." he
tells me. he does not look much older than that now.
"hum, about the same time i learned that i could fly." i told him. i do
not understand the significance of this correspondence, but i think he
needs a little support just now that he is not just some freak on
display. i levitate a little bit to show him.
"now let's go back. rachel has dinner on, you know." robbie herds justin,
jimbo and me out to his car for the short ride across town.
once back at the large frame house, we four split up as the place is
quickly filling up with all sorts of various people. robbie must do his
host duties and greet everyone arriving. i wander down a hall toward the
kitchen, saying hello to anyone i know.
i find the kitchen too crowded for me to be of any help, so i hang back at
the door. i find too others, a man i do not know and a woman i recognize
slightly but not her name. the man has a beer bottle from which he takes
an occasional sip while the woman is talking. i wish for a beer too, but
getting over to the fridge is too crowded just now.
"you can see that i have a very good penetration of the spine." the woman
says. she is dressed in a very thin, scanty dress, cut to display much of
her flesh. i notice now as she goes into pose like a body builder,
clenching her hands in front of her, that her muscles are overdeveloped to
the point of exaggeration, but not quite disfigurement. as she develops
her pose, the vertebrae of her spine begins to slide out as the massive
back muscles are clenched away. the over all effect is rather
disgusting. i seem to remember her being quite lovely at one time.
the woman looks over at me with a wink. "what do you think?" she asks
obviously expecting admiration. the bones of her curved spine sticking out
remind me of uneven piano keys.
"you have good penetration." i tell her. obviously, her huge muscles can
be seen under the skin like an anatomy lesson. "but i am not the best
judge of steroid mechanics." she quickly deflates like a balloon and looks
at me with resentment. i quickly retreat to another room to avoid any
conflict.
i meet a couple women coming in with brown paper bags. i help them to
unload their treats to a nearby serving table. one has brought some
homemade turnovers which tells me are filled with peach tapioca. it sounds
good, but i do not sample them right away.
the other woman is dark eyed, dark haired, very attractive. slim features
and pale white skin that never sees the direct sun. i recognize her as one
of the more notable lesbians from northampton. she is one of those that are
almost painfully seductive in nature, cruelly playing with men to
demonstrate how shallow, predictable and crude is the male sexual
response. she toys with us just long enough to show what she already knows
then discards us with pronounced indifference. i have been on this hook
often enough to enjoy it and so play along my part. she does not intend to
be tease even though it is her basic nature, conflicted in her method of
attracting men while not really wanting them. any interest in men, even to
display a weakness, is why she is not really trusted by the usual lesbian
community, and therefore never part of the stable pair bound couples which
are the core of their society. i am told they tolerate her rather than
accept her.
"hello, veronica. you are looking beautiful as ever." i tell her. she
smiles, collecting her due in compliments from the unworthy.
"try this." she hands me a large perfume bottle. it is stylishly crafted
to be an awkward assembly of glass and wood and chrome.
i start to undo the top for a smell when a small cork in the bottom pops
out. the thick fluid starts to gush onto the table and i quickly try to
stop the flow with my fingers, getting a lot of the concoction all over me.
the room is quickly filled with the cloying odor of condensed flowers and
musk. many people look over at me. "great, now i am going to smell like a
burbon street tart." veronica laughs slightly but makes no effort to help
clean up the mess. she would not want to be associated with me by sharing
the same noticeable olfaction for the rest of the evening.
=( i awake just after 06:00 feeling quite refreshed and alert. unusual for
me. i start typing in this dream right away while it is fresh in
memory. i have to hurry with the early 09:30 class to prepare for. any
party at robbie moll's house in amherst was usually a wonderful affair, the
best kind of academic experience. relaxed high level conversations,
sometimes with a professor or sometimes with a truck driver. this dream
was much longer and more detailed than the bits i could get in here before
the rest faded in my memory. i wish i could have held on to more it as
the people i was meeting there seemed very entertaining to me. )=
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=== qui non est hodie cras minus aptus erit
| | who not is today, tomorrow less suitable will be
--- -- Ovid _Remedia Amoris_ i 94
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