I woke from a good dream at 6:47 this morning.
I was with my Mom. I met a man. We recognized each other as souls that will be together as is always the case in those moments of true meeting of mind and spirit. He had wild hair, strong vibrant kind eyes full of glitter, medium build, jeans, worn leather jacket, fair skin. He'd seen my pictures and wanted me to come to Seattle and shoot something for him, but the emotion was that I would not be leaving once I arrived if I chose to do so. Just that he would be there and I would love it. My mother and I got in the car. I was in the back seat for some reason and this man pulled up along side our car in his plane, a Cessna Lear jet version that had a symbol similar to FedEx on the side. His smile was so big all I could do was smile back at him. I don't even know how I was going to get where this man was, but that is where I was going to go. As I watched his plane drop back into the flow of traffic behind our car he took off from the highway as if runway, the plane jolted almost straight up clipping the tail on the pavement and flipping around straight into the ground nose first. Bam! Our car was pulling farther and farther away at this point as I watched this miracle of a man get out of his smashed plane on two feet and lay down on the highway, cars stopping and people swarming in around him. I was screaming at my mother to stop the car and turn around, screaming as if she didn't hear me. She is one who always follows the rules in life and didn't want to back up or drive the wrong direction, but she finally gave in and drove to the scene. By this time there were paramedics around him and his body was all intact. Not one drop of blood or scratch on him. He looked up at me and said, "you weren't supposed to see that." with a big fat smile on his face. I kissed his cheek and told him I would be seeing him. Got back in my mom's car and we drove away. I don't even know where we were, but now that I visualize the highway, I believe we were traveling south along the ocean to the passenger side of the vehicle. Somewhere in the pacific northwest.
I was with my Mom. I met a man. We recognized each other as souls that will be together as is always the case in those moments of true meeting of mind and spirit. He had wild hair, strong vibrant kind eyes full of glitter, medium build, jeans, worn leather jacket, fair skin. He'd seen my pictures and wanted me to come to Seattle and shoot something for him, but the emotion was that I would not be leaving once I arrived if I chose to do so. Just that he would be there and I would love it. My mother and I got in the car. I was in the back seat for some reason and this man pulled up along side our car in his plane, a Cessna Lear jet version that had a symbol similar to FedEx on the side. His smile was so big all I could do was smile back at him. I don't even know how I was going to get where this man was, but that is where I was going to go. As I watched his plane drop back into the flow of traffic behind our car he took off from the highway as if runway, the plane jolted almost straight up clipping the tail on the pavement and flipping around straight into the ground nose first. Bam! Our car was pulling farther and farther away at this point as I watched this miracle of a man get out of his smashed plane on two feet and lay down on the highway, cars stopping and people swarming in around him. I was screaming at my mother to stop the car and turn around, screaming as if she didn't hear me. She is one who always follows the rules in life and didn't want to back up or drive the wrong direction, but she finally gave in and drove to the scene. By this time there were paramedics around him and his body was all intact. Not one drop of blood or scratch on him. He looked up at me and said, "you weren't supposed to see that." with a big fat smile on his face. I kissed his cheek and told him I would be seeing him. Got back in my mom's car and we drove away. I don't even know where we were, but now that I visualize the highway, I believe we were traveling south along the ocean to the passenger side of the vehicle. Somewhere in the pacific northwest.
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