In this Journal, I will attempt to strip away my protective veneer to view and communicate honestly what the truth is as I perceive it. My intent is to grow, for without an honest evaluation of the truth, how else can one fully absorb life's more difficult lessons and benefit by them. If I do this in secret, then I am still hiding behind a protective veneer, so it is being published online. If you find this Journal, you are welcome to read it and hopefully grow from it as well.



Monday, May 21, 2012

Homeless, From a 5/20/12 Dream

I dreamt Kyle and blurred vision of Kevin or Clayton were with me, living in a camp of homeless men. As a special surprise, a group organized an elaborate barbecue steak dinner for our camp, with the lead chef being the eminent young French chef from the Trump Palos Verdes organization.

But when we arrived, there was nothing for vegetarians, which was disappointing to me. However, I still requested my steak so it could be split and given to Kyle and his blurred vision brother. While I wanted to take as good a care of my sons as possible, I don't know the message of this dream.

Dick
Posted by at Monday, May 21, 2012

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