I just wanted you to know I thought about you today.
That thought actually came after a friend and colleague
at work told me she was despondent, thinking about a
friend of hers who had died several years ago today.
Suddenly I recalled you had also died today, and I told
her about you. I said I thought you would probably prefer
that people celebrate your life instead of mourn your
death, and perhaps her friend might want that too.
In any case, I think of you not only on this day, but
on other days and for other occasions. I often miss
your friendship, but in some ways I feel it is still
here and that you are also here with us -- at least
in our hearts and minds.
I'd like to share some dreams I had about you this year.
I had originally posted these to my blog site, but thought
I'd reprint them here to share with anyone who might
want to read them.
Wherever you are, I send you my best wishes and prayers.
I will always remember all your kind deeds and your
good energy. Your memory will live on forever....
19 August 2004
A Dream about a Mediterranean Home, Strange Pool
I had a really bizarre dream early Wednesday morning
that kept me in bed longer than I should have remained!
It's strange how details often elude me when I awaken.
But in the part that I can recollect, Dr. Lee and his
Savya were there, and we were at some city situated
in the hills, looking somewhat like San Francisco and
Laguna Beach combined, but yet with more Mediterranean
style architecture. There were narrow brick roads and
cobblestone streets, white and beige walls with tiled
rooftops, and cypress and palms all about. It almost
seemed like medieval Europe, in a way. From my vantage
point, the scene looked like a painting in the style
of Henri Matisse, with colors straight out of the tube,
and one-dimensional shapes.
It was a sunny day, and I saw him and Savya on the veranda
of their small apartment. (None of these details about
their home or lifestyle ring true to life!) They told
me that they had taken a lovely walk to the beach, and
had just returned. I was curious about going to that
beach too, but figured it was too far away -- about
12 miles or so -- and couldn't get there right now since
I was on my lunch hour. They said it was only a mile
away! I thought then that I should go, and off I went.
But in the next scene, instead of being at the beach,
I was at a secluded place behind a tall, wrought iron
gate, surrounded by towering, broadleafed trees, with
grassy slopes. The place was enshrouded in mist and
somewhat dark, possessing the mood of an old cemetery.
Right before me was a large, rectangular area the size
and shape of an Olympic pool. This area was filled with
water and wavy strips of grassy, hilly formations, spanning
the length of the pool. In the water were many white,
feathery objects that rose and subsided back atop the
surface of the water. I found out that these were egrets!
They were not real; they were mechanical birds.
When I went around to one of the long sides of the pool,
I suddenly saw in the center of the pool a thick tree
that wasn't there before. Beside this tree stood a figure
of a manniquin dressed as a European, medieval warrior.
He was holding a sign that was written in a strange
language I could not decipher. Some of the characters
looked like "G's" and some looked like "M's"
but more heart-like in shape. There were double "L's"
within one of the words. It almost seemed like a Nordic
language, or Viking. When I looked at the opposite side
of the pool, I suddenly noticed another manniquin there
beside a tree, also dressed as a medieval knight without
armor. He too held a similar sign, written in the same
I tried in vain to memorize the words on that placard,
but when I awakened everything just vanished into thin
A Dream about an Old Office and a Raging River Outside
Once again, early this Thursday morning, I dreamt about
Dr. Lee and Savya.
This time, it was late autumn or early winter, instead
of taking place in late summer. I was working upstairs
in an old office building that Dr. Lee supposedly lived
in, before moving out a few weeks ago. (I've never seen
the place in my life!) The dingy room where I sat --
with my PC set up on a beat-up wooden desk -- still
had pieces of furniture that belonged to the Lees. I
was told by co-workers that the Lees would be returning
to pick up the rest of their furniture some time soon.
This heavy furniture -- tables of various sizes, with
thick, short legs -- was pushed off to the side of the
room, standing on end. They were made of pine and painted
with garish, bright red hearts, in a crude Bavarian
style. (By the way, none of these things I described
yesterday or today reflect the Lees' taste or lifestyle,
or remotely resembles anything about their home or possessions!
They were/are fond of the desert, after all!)
In the next scene, I was gazing out the window of the
office and saw a riverbed swollen with swiftly flowing
white water that was almost crashing down like a waterfall.
Some of my co-workers invited me to ride down that river
with them, for it was a ride at a water park. I had
ridden this river before, when it was tame and shallow.
On this new venture, I lay down upon an open raft that
flashed down the hillside, swerving around sharp boulders
and forests of firs and pine. It was a somewhat scary
ride, but exhilarating at the same time! I was surprised
that I didn't get wet, and remained intact at the end
of the ride!
This makes two mornings in a row in which I dreamt about
the Lees. I wonder what it could mean?