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If you could dream about anything tonight, what would it be?
If I could dream about something it would be to build several dams on one solid base in front of the Hoover Dam. I have sketched several ideas of how I would like the dam to be built downstream, perhaps a mile or two from the Hoover. I dream about the mountain range and in my mind I wonder if we could not just use one of the mountain sides to construct several small dams reusing the same water and time frame. I dream about dams. I dream about floods. I dream about several tons of mud descending down from Heaven to LA.
Perhaps I dream about dams and bridges because they have no feelings. They can't hurt like a man and woman. I dream about trees and bushes, birds and buffalo. I like to touch things like wheat. When I go walking down on Bloor Street here in Toronto I touch the boughs of the trees and hedges as I walk. I long for the bush. I long for isolation. I long for a peaceful place to rest my weary bones.
I have horrible nightmares. My daughter said it comes from watching to much television. Perhaps? Did you ever watch the Youtube video Twighlight Trailer Spoof. In my nightmares it was made around 1966-1968 after the Marnie movie. In my nightmares that is me hamming it up with friends as Frida playing with a handful of JW friends when a stalker dons a car, races towards me and slams the car sideways into the red truck. In my nightmare my legs are severely bruised as the car bounces off the fender and mirror and tail. In my nightmare I ask myself, "Is that you Stephen Connery driving that car?"
In my nightmare the young JW man that is playing the would be wooer is going with the flow of things and just before the accident his mind is on the girl that passes and on his notes and he is wanting to do the director script writer thing. He didn't see the accident. He thought that I was just playing and he was to pick up the next line for the next scene. It was only after I didn't get up to follow him that he came back only to realize that I couldn't lift myself up from the waist down. I couldn't feel anything. I asked him to lift my legs and to bend them individually with no response. I asked him to turn me over and bend by knees. Nothing. They carried me back into the house and in my nightmare I had pointed to a spot on the floor near an outlet.
"Could you take off my socks and shoes?" and "Could I have a drink of water?" and "Could you get be a blanket and pillow?" In my nightmare I removed the front of the outlet exposing the electrical wires, lifted by foot awkwardly with my hands and shoved my toe into the socket to electricute myself. It took several hours for feelings to return and it felt like days and weeks. In my nightmare no one seemed to miss me. I was all over the place travelling here and there with a phone call occassionally to Elsie Wigle or William Holden or a studio or the Kennedys. I would go home bruised and batter with a bullet still to remove or a knife wound burn from a cigar. And, Elsie DoLittle would say, "don't you think it is time to get up and look for a real job?" I would just look at the large Jesus picture that she had placed on the night table in the spare room. "You and me kid!" It is a life time committment.
My favourite story in the Bible is only one line or two in the New Testament. It reads something like this, "and a man had a leper wife and he refused to leave her side." That was all it said. But, in my imagination I could picture this couple. Can you? Can you see this Jew giving up his right to go to visit Jehovah in the Temple? Can you see him watch sadly as every man and woman on the planet would go with a gift offering to cover their sins and to say their prayers for favour on Passover night? Can you see him outside of Jerusalem sitting with all the other lepers that had been banned from the markets? Can you see his house accumulating cobwebs? "Why didn't he just marry another woman Jehovah?" He could have married dozens of girls younger and more beautiful than his leper wife who may have lost a nose, an ear, a finger, an arm, a toe. They would not have even had sex together. Why? Because he loved her that much. Why would we think that Jesus would not love his brideclass, nun or not, lesser than a human?
In my nightmare I am standing in the Audrey Hepburn home that she had purchased from William Holden on April 01, 1969. William Holden is listening to the vows of his adopted daughter Virginia from 1950 a position claimed by Frank Sinatra and Randolph Scott number one, two and three. The vow is said and a young man does the vow thing. "Is there anyone here that thinks these two should not be lawfully joined together?" Was it Stephen Connery that told the bride all the reasons that he didn't want to be married to her? Did Erin Brocovich jump out from another room as an univited guest to shout, "April Fool's Day!!!"
In my nightmare I turn to William Holden and he shows that he still had his gun in his belt. I lowered my head to hide my feelings and to compose myself securely. "I don't know what to say? I have never been to an April Fool's wedding before. Are we going to have a party now? Can I change my clothes?"
I turned to leave and briefly in my nightmare I placed a hand on the Rabbi, "It isn't your fault Padre." I handed the Rabbi the wedding ring. No one had signed any marriage license least of all the Rabbi and the marriage witnesses, bride nor groom. I left to change. I left to hide myself in a closet.
How does one inherit as a husband with no marriage certificate on April Fool's Day?
I am greatly indebted to the Lord Jesus...over and over again. Why would I want to stay on this earth?
