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"I would like to start
off saying that the man in my dreams was my father............I would LIKE
to. The truth is, I've never met my father and don't even know if he still
exists. I know his name and have seen a few pictures, but that's it. He's
never made any obvious effort to find me and I've yet to search him out.
These mere facts make this dream all the more interesting. I look deep
within the "character" of this dream and I try to find things
within him that are similar in me. The only thing I find is the fact that
we are both musically inclined. However, there is a significance in the
hobbies he mentions and the depth of my personality It has come up in
conversations, many times, the different things I have never done in my
"deprived" life. The three things that come up are the ocean,
the snow and skydiving (of which the third I would never do out of
fear....and logic I might add). Yet, this father I have conjured enjoys
them, AND does them all as hobbies. Even his attire paints a picture of an
adventurous individual. I've come to the conclusion that my sub-conscious
created this man as my father, not with the hopes that he would match this
very character if I met him, but that he existed to satisfy my own desires
and fears. Therefore, the man I met was not my father. He was indeed who I
covet, and wish, to be........." Jake
Yanes
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I reach the door and try to peek through the stained glass diamond windows but I see nothing but shadows and silhouettes. I finally get up enough courage to ring the doorbell. It takes a few moments, but the door opens quickly and invitingly. A tall handsome man stands in the doorway with an inviting smile. He is balding at the top, but he's grown his gray hair into a long ponytail. He's wearing a bermuda print shirt with a pair of khaki shorts, and holds a newspaper in his free hand. He knows who I am. He doesn't even have to ask. And I know it's him... I have no doubt. He welcomes me and invites me in. He is surprisingly friendly and open armed. I begin to tell him of my past and my present. My family, my job and then my hobbies. He really gets going when I mention my hobbies. He retorts with stories of his hobbies as well. He snowboards, skydives, and loves to s.c.u.b.a. in Mexico. Then, he starts to tell me of his musical talents as well. We sit and drink coffee and tell stories until I wake up..... - |
Date: late
june, 2001 |
you are welcome here
.....I'm walking to the door of an older model double wide trailer.
There are plants about in an orderly fashion as the external décor
seems a bit pleasing.
