Beginning in the late 1970s I would sometimes record my dreams instead of writing them down.
Here’s one that starred Patrick and my mom. Unless there’s specific interest, I won’t bother posting the audio file. It’s from February 1985, six years after he and last saw one another and over a year before my first visit to Spain.
February 15, 1985, [my sister] Heather’s 18th birthday. I dreamed that somehow Patrick came to visit us. I was with my mom.
He was getting ready to travel on, so I said, “Hey, look, all we have to do is just gather up all this stuff and put it in boxes.” We went through and took all these things off the shelves in this big house. We stripped everything off the shelves and made the place look real neat and tidy.
My mom came home and said, “Neat, we’re all set to go somewhere I guess.”
We had all this stuff and the house was nice and neat and so on. Still, Pat didn’t want to… he decided he didn’t want to come with us .
I said “Look, now that everything everything is the way you like it, why don’t you stay?”
He just stood outside and hitched a ride with a truck, a big semi.
Then after that, my mom, my sisters and I went out and found this house out in the country. I was riding my motorcycle, Avatar, and there was a dirty, muddy path. I wasn’t sure I wanted to take the bike out there. I was a little bit nervous about dumping it. I remember I had some problems getting the bike up to the parking space.
I’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
Many of my dreams end tangentially and abruptly. I figured the armchair psychologists would have a field day with this one….
Is that it? Seems like a strange ending to a dream, but dreams are sometime strange I suppose. There are books that supposedly interpret dreams, but I have found them useless.