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DREAMS : 2000



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October 21, 2000

THE PORTAL MAN & THE KIDNAPPING
The room is dark.
___ There is a man in black whose face remains unclear in the murk. He is administering to another person. A man who looks thin, weak. Tears in his eyes. The black man is channeling what power he has into the weak man. In the cloud of smoke that emanates, the weak man suddenly sees his long-dead family. Wife, children, joyfully summoning him into their arms of mist. They call out to him with voices only he can hear. The feeling of grief and loss suddenly disappears from the weak man's heart. At least, until there is mention of the family's killer : someone called the Ace of Spades.
___ The weak man turns away and heads out of the room to look for this Ace of Spades, anger rising up in him as it did years ago when his family was murdered. He wasnts vengeance. Blood for blood. Only when he is ten meters away from his dank, dark room does he realize that he has left his family...
___ Quickly retracing his steps, he re-enters the dark room only to find the Black Man missing. He cries, having lost his family a second time.

And suddenly I am in a house filled with trees and green grass. It is lush and country-looking. Wooden floors everywhere. We are supposed to have a picnic and enter into its courtyard reminiscent of the gardens in Diablo II. We look for a suitable spot where we must set up the picnic area.
___ Somehow or other I am in a room of this same country house. I am tied up, as well as my wife's friend Francine. We are bound with thick, pliable climbing rope. I am able to get free and untie Francine's knots. Then I look underneath the bed to find ... old shoes that I'd worn in the past. Piles and piles of the shoes I'd worn since grade school. How bizarre!
___ The kidnappers were planning on taking us but were scared away. It is dusk. The smell of flowers blooming is strong. Our other companions appear relieved we weren't taken as they'd feared. Among them is my wife.

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