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  • I was on a farm – it was a very familiar farm (in the dream). I was hanging out in an area between 2 barns, one where they stored the hay and what-not, and the other where they stored some of the farm vehicles. I had been driving one of the vehicles – I knew I really wasn’t supposed to be driving it, but there was an important reason why I thought I had to (which now escapes me). I’d gotten out of the vehilce to go look around the Hay barn for something that I had lost (which also escapes me), and when I came back out to the area between the barns, the vehicle I had been driving was moved. When I looked over to where it was now parked, there was a bail of hay on the back of it, that hadn’t been there before. Somehow, I knew it must have been the old man who’d been driving it – the old farmer – and I knew that he had to know that I had been driving it. I really wasn’t sure whether or not he’d approve. But, I still had my missing item that I was looking for. I kept looking for it.

    In my search, I came across this other guy, one of the hands on the farm, and asked him if he’d seen my missing item. He just laughed and said, “I remember the first time I met you – you were smoking that cigarette and trying to hide it. That was so funny!” I laughed with him, and said, “Yeah, well I quit smoking over 20 years ago.”, but he just kept laughing, and walked off. He seemed to say it like it was just the other week that it had happened. This confused me a little bit. I decided he didn’t really know me very well.

    He was actually this guy named Bud, who I had worked with years ago, one of the people I knew and was friendly with when I first came to D.C. We had gone golfing together once, with a couple of other folks I knew in headquarters, and I’d almost hit him with a screaming line drive shot that had sliced on me. (This was a too common occurrence with me on golf courses, which is why I have hung up my golf clubs and pretty much stick to softball now, in the interests of public safety).

    The old farmer, I was pretty sure, was this guy named Rowand, who owned a farm in South Jersey that the developers kept trying to squeeze out of his farm, back in the 90’s (I believe they eventually succeeded). He used to take the kids from the shelter that Kathy ran, which was on a parcel of land that was adjacent to his farm, on hay-rides in the Fall, that would wind through the fields and the woods, and he and his wife would have a big bonfire that everyone would sit around, toasting marshmallows and telling stories, at the end of the ride. This would give a lot of these kids an experience they had never had before, and they usually loved it. You could tell that he and his wife really enjoyed doing this – it was part of what they were all about – doing what they could to make the world a better place. At the same time that the world was trying to squeeze them off their farm. The whole dream was very familiar.

    Even though I grew up in the outskirts of the city of Pittsburgh, I had friends, who I spent a lot of time with between the ages of 8 and 10, who lived on a small farm that was associated with Toner Institute, and spent many long hours with them around the farm as they did their chores. I also got very familiar with my mother’s cousin’s farm in Butler, Pa, where we would go several times a year, for 4th of July Hayrides and mid-winter sleigh rides through the woods. I spent a day riding all around that farm with Paul Doer, an old farmer who wasa distant cousin, after I’d gotten inadvertently left behind when the family had gone off to a big family picnic.

    I’ve been dreaming a lot lately, but this was the first one that stayed with me after the first few seconds of awakening. I have no idea what it meant, but it felt warm and familiar. It felt like it had some kind of a message for me. (That’s Kathy’s cue – my dream interpreter).
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