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12:20:2003 Entry: "Stan : Dream with everything covered in white."

Dream with everything covered in white.

In this dream I had been driving in the mountains and my car slid off the road. The roads were icy and everything wes covered in snow. I was outside of the car picking up my wallet, a book and a record album. I looked at the car and realized that it wasn't in the spot where I had the accident. Even stranger than the car being out of place was the fact that my tracks in the snow didn't lead back to the car. The car was also completely covered in snow. This car was a car my addopted father had traded to me back in 1985, and it was a white LTD with a red vinal top.I noticed that my tracks in the snow did lead back to the sight of the accident - even though the car itself was no longer there. I followed my tracks back over the small ridge to the road. There were lots of people on that road who were walking to a nearby town. I thought since I had some mail to drop off I could walk to the town too. When I got to the town there was a bank next to the mail drop box with a young woman standing outside and advertizing the bank interest rates. They were giving 54 cents on the dollar. I thought that sounded like a great rate, but I dropped off my mail and started walking back to my car. I began to think that because I couldn't see my tracks leading back to the car I must have had some sort of supernatural experience.

While I was walking I went by a park where my grandfather - a biological grandfather whom I've never met IRL - was reading letters to people in a park. I heard him read something my biological father had writen about me. Something about Ann and I buying sepperate insurance policies. I went up to my grandfather to tell him it wasn't true, and he said he already knew. We walked to a restrauant and sat in a booth with two other young women. One of them began to talk.

I soon realized that the way people were talking was quite differant than anything I've heard before. I wanted to tell them about my supernatural experience with my trackt not leading back to the car, but it was as if they already knew before I could tell them. The young women in the booth was talking about some art and things Ann was working on, but it was not as though she had actually seen anything she was talking about. I soon understood that the woman in the booth and my grandfather's letter reading, were dead people channeling the thoughts of the living.

It occured to me that if I were listening to the dead talk about the thoughts of the living, then I must have died in the accident, and that's why I didn't have any tracks in the snow leading back to the car.

By Stan @ 20:42 AM CST:12:20:03 ..::Link::..