Last night, I dreamed I was at a memorial service for Tom. A woman I was
sitting next to and I were the only ones who wept; everyone else was having
a good time chatting and trading Tom stories. Tom had a two-layer casket;
the inner layer was glass, and inside that, he was nude. Fitting for a man
who lived with nothing to hide, I thought. By the time I worked up my
emotions to where I could stand up and speak, he'd already been put into the
outer wooden casket and put on a cart to be wheeled off. They took him out
again when I said something. I had a short statement prepared in which I was
going to call him "our magnificent bastard," but the person who spoke before
me used the phrase, leaving me stumbling to improvise when my turn came.
Then I woke up. Don't think the dream had any meaning besides the surface,
but I thought I should share. I must say it's the first time I've dreamed
about any Nowbies, but you were all there.
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Steven Otte
steveno...@att.net
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