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.



Saturday, May 19, 2012

A Visit With Ross Perot, From A 5/20/12 Dream

I dreamt I was on a flight back to Los Angeles and switched flights to visit Ross Perot in Dallas. When I arrived, I started to reintroduce myself to Ross, who quickly stopped me by looking me in the eye and saying "I recognize you."

As I recall, I simply wanted to thank him for what he had done for me and we met briefly in his office. Afterwards, we were joined by some of his family members and corporate associates, and as I was speaking with them, he excused himself to get a haircut and a shave.

But he never returned and I didn't know why, even as his family and corporate associates faded away. I wanted to speak with him to say goodbye, rather than just leaving and so I asked people where I could locate him. I was directed to a man named Jim Bowland, who told me he (Jim) was blind but with a confident tone, he suggested he could bring Ross and me back together.

But he implied that was not what Ross wanted, but gave no further explanation. As I reached for my iPhone to make airline reservations back to Los Angeles, I was unsure how to do that using the ever changing new technology and software, and I awoke with a start, feeling frustrated with this dream.

In hindsight, I don't know if I miss Ross, but it has been nearly 20 years since we got together, and relationships in life run their course. It was a joy to help him in his 1992 presidential campaign, but that help from many of us, was abruptly cast aside when he suddenly quit the presidential race. He came back into the race, but the magic for millions of people was gone.

None the less, he got over 19% of the vote, including the votes from our family, and had he not quit for a time, he might have won that race. Perhaps this dream was reflective of my subconscious frustration with him. But why have this dream now?

Dick

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