June 13, 2011

• Seeing Through The Doctor's Window

  In my dream I live in a nice apartment in Chelsea.  I can see into the bedroom window of  Dr. F.A.S. 

  I just see an empty bed.

  I see a book, a vase,  a pair of glasses.  I am curious to see if I will see him through the window.  I am painting or drawing, sitting at my desk. 

  I believe (they?) (he?)  know(s) I live here now..  I look over again and I see that someone/he has placed a large roundish or big ceramic vase or something on his desk or in his window sill to obstruct my view.

  The vision of his empty bed, his book, his glasses stick with me...

  I wonder if I was having an out of body experience.  It didn't feel as though I were and I was not lucid. 

  And I did not see the Dr.  but I knew the apartment was his.    I want to talk to him about art.  I think this is what this was about.  Years ago he mentioned to me he did art.
   
  ... Tonight a student in my art class told me she was sensitive and she thought I was channeling my mother's spirit.  I mentioned my mother had been an artist, that was all.  

  She does not have any clue as to what I have been experiencing since April 7th, related to headaches,  psychic impressions, running into a professional artist who gave me wonderful feedback and allowed me to have his personal contact info,  actually trusted me with this, a total stranger....  I have a hard time not believing in the spirituality of all of this...

  and the migraines and "psychic" stuff.....    No word from Neurology....  other tests ahead.    I don't know what to believe anymore at all.  

  Isn't life interesting?  The older I get,  the more interesting,  curious and strange it becomes.

  .  I am happy now.  I do not want to be sick and dying.
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