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"...the high school students were carrying rifles and the junior highs pistols." my dream in 1987
Des Moines Register, Nov 2, 1991. Headline -- "Gunman kills rival student, 3 others in U of I rampage."
The rampage took place Friday, November 1st, the same day a brutal freezing rain knocked out power across 200 miles down the middle of Iowa, but not, unfortunately, as far east as Iowa City, or perhaps the University would have been closed down and the gunman given time to think over his plan. Gang Lu, brilliant doctoral student in Physics from Bejing shot (.38 calibur handgun) Linhau Shan, three physics professors and two women at the vice-president's office. Rumor of a campus massacre during Halloween week supposedly had its roots in an appearance by a psychic on the Oprah Winfrey show (they denied.) Penn State folklore expert said this rumor has made the round of campuses since the mid-60's.
"He came prepared to kill us." -- Xing Li, fellow grad student. (fled the room and phoned authorities)
"He was coming down the stairs and I was going up. I didn't notice a gun in his hand but he had a tan winter coat on. He was definitely in a hurry. I said, 'Hi,' and he grunted something back." "He was brilliant, always did perfect work, straight A's" -- Mike Rogers, friend of the gunman.
"...Lu boasted that he would stay in the United States only a few years and then go back to China as a big man. He was always very confident and proud of himself. Yet once he finished work on his doctorate he found it hard to find employment in his field because of the recession." -- Ken Nishikawa, associate research scientist in the physics dept.
"99 percent of the U of I students from mainland China belonged (to the Chinese Student Association), but Lu was not. He is a very isolated person. He doesn't have any family here; almost no friends. ...never went home (during seven years in the US.)" -- Linda Gao, president of the CSA.
"Here is a portion of anonymous letter to the Des Moines Register, dated Sept 17, about Gang Lu's dispute with the university: Mr. Gang Lu, 515 E. Jefferson #314, Iowa City, Ia who received his PhD in physics in May 1991, has been filing complaints against Dr. Dwight R. Nicholson, chairman of the department of physics and astronomy for his fraud in the departmental nomination for the D.C. Spriestersbach dissertation award offered by the graduate college since June 1991.
This D.C.S. dissertation award is aimed at PhD receipients who got their degree by June 30, 1991. However, Dr. Nicholson, with the authority of the chariman of the physics/astronomy department, had already made the departmental nomination for the departmental nomination for this award on April 26, 1991, even before Mr. Lu actually finished his dissertation on April 29, 1991.
Dr. Nicholson claimed that Mr. Lu's dissertation was considered and was not nominated based on academics. Mr. Lu has been arguing that his dissertation was not even finished on April 26 and it is not fair to compare an unfinished thesis with a finished one then to conclude that the unfinished thesis is not good enough for departmental nomination to the graduate college.
So, Mr. Lu believes that Dr. Nicholson committed a fraud in this matter and (he) has been filing complaints against Dr. Nicholson to Dr. Rudolph Schultz, acting dean of the graduate college; Dr. Leslie Sims, dean of the graduate college; and Dr. Peter Nathan, vice president for academic affairs. The graduate college claimed that no wrongdoing was found in this matter.
Dr. Anne Cleary (wounded), from the vice president's office, finally contacted Mr. Lu, almost a month after he filed complaint with that office. But all Mr. Lu got is "I will have to call you back." Days later no word has been heard from Dr. Anne Cleary.
So Mr. Lu wrote a letter to Dr. Hunter Rawlings III, president of the University of Iowa, on Sept 13, as his final good faith attempt to have this matter resolved within the University of Iowa.
While waiting for the response from the University, Mr. Lu was warned today by some faculty member to stop pursuing his complaint or to face probable "backfire."
Outraged by the downright attempt to cover up, Mr. Lu is more determined to pursue a fair resolution to this matter at any cost. And he is considering to take possible legal action if he is left without other choice."
I worked at the graduate college (Dean Jacobson and Sally Staley -- I was a thesis checker) from 1974-1976 across Jefferson Street from Jessup Hall, on the Pentacrest with the Old Capitol building (Iowa City was the capitol of Iowa before Des Moines became the capitol) and am familiar with the area. I had a class and was in Jessup Hall -- the hallways in that building are very narrow and claustrophobic and the floor is an old fashioned linoleum type. The clerk that was shot was Miya Rodolfo-Sioson. Gang Lu was described as slight, 5'5", thick glasses.
I also recall two dreams set in my high school parking lot, one a boy in my car took out a hammer from the glove compartment and would retreat as long as I screamed (I do not normally scream or cry easily) but as soon as I became too tired to scream, he advanced towards me with the hammer. I also found a dream where I found myself on a freeway offramp with a boy and girl and I was hitting the girl with the hammer but even after I realized what I was doing, I kept hitting her. The other dream started out with an oriental boy in a white trench coat driving a semi-trailer truck into the hall outside study hall in my high school. Then I passed a pompous policemen at a desk and went down some stairs with a chrome railing to the gravel parking lot of my high school. There was a boy in a white trench coat walking quickly towards me looking into the cars he passed as he came up to me. He had a gun in his hand, I thought, but when he got closer it looked more like a metal brush from an alternator (used for abortions.) I was afraid, there was a feeling of suppressed violence. Inside there had been a pool with a girl wading in it and the pompous policeman was talking about how it was impossible to protect these young girls from predatory men. I wanted to scream but there was no one else in the parking lot beside just we two and I calculated the distance away and walls between me and the policeman, who had a gun also, but figured that he wouldn't hear me since he was probably still on his soap box to the girls inside but maybe he'd go on his rounds soon.
Gordon Michael Scallion at www.earthchanges.com in his April 2001 issue of Intuitive Flash newsletter, reprises his audio tape he made in 1996 where he saw clouds above and below him and red streamers extending down to groups of people near schools and going into the necks of two or three in each group. He thought at that time that it had to do with pollution in the large cities such as Chicago, New York and Los Angeles. I also just read a philosophical website/news as society's dream event (Netscape search on keyword dream images) where the professional counselor has also written an article on school violence and he thinks it has no historical precedent and also that it is a result of prosperity and peace resulting in change and that change can result in degeneration as well as improvement.
First point, the little remembered beginning of the school violence was in 1978 when a girl student took a rifle and shot the principle at her old school. The song "I Don't Like Mondays" by the Boomtown Rats was written quoting her explanation for why she did it. Shortly after a young blond male took a high powered rifle and shot up a daycare. Some other daycare shootings and men driving cars into the crowds of kids followed before the high school and junior high schools became the event. There was also a shooting at the University of Iowa of several physics professors and a receptionist and administrators by an oriental student protesting the perceived favortism to an outgoing popular fellow Physics PhD candidate who won a fellowship. Paintings of heroic revolutions such as the Storming of the Bastille and the beginning of the Russian Revolution, and the murals for all revolutions that begin new countries in old history books show a bare breasted woman leading the troops into battle with arm raised (Statue of Liberty also.) It seems a significant coincidence that this "revolution" of youth was also led by a girl.
Second point, I have read extensively in the literature of serial murderers and it was not uncommon in the late 1800's (when curriculum was very much more difficult than today and students were flunked until they were in high school until they were 25) for students to kill their brutal teachers and run away to work for the railroad. There is a classic book, Wisconsin Death Trip, that documents the fascination of newspapers with death and also the little remembered phenomena of depression and numbers of people in the 1800's going crazy and wandering the countryside. This was especially women leaving their children and other hobos, setting fires, etc.
Third point, I dreamed twice or more that I was assisting women and children to break out of a glass building. There were men helping too. In one dream I found myself in a building and the women and kids had begun a tunnel, they said. It was only a few inches deep and I told them I would break the glass door by throwing a chair through it. Then the door opened. We drove away and two women guards were running ahead of the car. In another dream of this type a man comes in and asks us to deliver a bag of sugar as we leave. He then tells the male guards to take us to the ovens, in an elevator.
My real life experience included two years at a small co-operative daycare started by social activist women students at the University of Iowa. The original five womens' kids (who created the coop so that they could help take care of each others' kids and get time to go to school, etc.) were just starting Kindergarten when they hired me. Their vision of daycare included a family atmosphere so that the kids were not too structured at too early and age. We did an experiment where we were all going to tell our dreams the next day and Scott Sands (mom Gayle Sands started the Emma Goldman Clinic for women in Iowa City) told me that we had flown to Disneyland during the night and asked if I remembered it, since I was there too. Lara dreamed that there were puppies growing on sticks in the garden and they were whispering when she walked past and people broke off chunks and tasted them. Then in California I worked two additional years at a a traditional preschool/Kindergarten. I was the nap room supervisor for two, three and four year olds at first and the went to sleep pretty successfully (the regular teachers put them down for the naps and then took their lunch breaks.) Then I guess I was promoted to the level of my incompetence to the Kindergarten nap room when the assistant got pregnant and left. There was constant chaos and noise in the room as long as I was in charge. I asked one little girl, Shelley, why they were so loud and she said that she dreamed that I went to her house and told her to jump on the bed. The owner/Kindergarten teacher said that her first year a kid threw his cot through the window and constantly tested her and it would pass. You weren't supposed to talk to the kids on the playground (where they went after nap and snack) because they were supposed to interact with each other. The two that talked to me the most were a little 2 1/2 year old girl that hated her ballet lessons and a five year old boy that only talked about spider webs. The kids talked in the school room but seemed a bit sullen on the playground. Maybe they preferred to talk to the authority or "mother" figure exclusively and Mary Jane's rules prevented them from doing that (kissing up to the teacher.)
Now Popular Wisdom is saying that the non-judgemental tendencies, in fact, inability to judge, of the now controlling Baby Boomers in parallel with the Cultural Revolution in Red China during the same period, has resulted in this situation of the next generation. Chairman Mao told the students not to listen to the older generation and to drive their instructors from the schools. In many other parts of the world during the same period, the youth were told not to trust anyone under thirty (in some cases by suspected or defacto government agent provacaturs.)
> Bush's campaign promise has uncovered an IG finding of widespread credit
> card fraud in the school systems for millions of dollars. It looks like a
> lot of the degrees go to people who pay under the table and don't do the
> work and some have to be in bed with their thesis advisors. The advisors
> have to approve your topic of research or you can't use it. I don't know
> how, for instance, Carl Jung who did a thesis on dreams as the collective
> unconscious or memory of past lives of all mankind did it. Even Freud was
> against him. I don't know how he found a professor that would approve it.
>
> There is possibility of an even more systemic problem with the whole
> schooling concept and of school violence being a legitimate revolution of
> the youth against repression and lack of representation. In past ages and
> in many countries today, the age of adulthood and voting is 15 (in Muslim
> countries, but I don't think girls are even allowed to go to school there,
> and in the Philippine Islands, for two examples.) I read (in the World
> Almanac, when McCauley Caulkin got married at 17 to a 17 year old girl in
> New York) that New York has the lowest legal age that you can get married
> - 12 for girls and 13 for boys. The Muslim generals and politicians go to
> the middle and high schools campaigning for votes among the fifteen year
> old voters of Iran and Iraq.
Supporting Dreams below --
3/12/99 A guy in a white trench coat like Pinkertons in the hall outside study hall asks people if they speak "anglecoy." I say, no, and he says, oh, not very much. Very long moving van/semi with Korean/oriental driver in a long coat. I think, oh, it's just a harmless employed person. Writing class at police station. Policeman talks about crime - men are only prosecuted for crimes against young girls and women are sent to the state pen for stealing and lying. Policeman has a script he wrote too. I am Irish, dark curly hair, smoking a cigarette sitting on his desk. He tells me to put it out in the ashtray. I go outside, down the wire stairs and the parking lot looks different from my school also, the lot is bigger and paved, not gravel with curb down the middle. The guy in the trench coat is back, white guy, red face, cigarette, Drudge hat, opnes car door with a key and looks in others. White truck drives off. I start to go back inside, but he's seen me and comes straight for me, doesn't seem to see me. Has what I think is a straight razor in his hand, but it is a wire brush like an alternator brush. [in my dream symbology, alternator brushes mean abortion.]
10/7/00 Kids at school throw out things that don't exist. I go down Highway 90 towards Booneville/Van Meter, Indians selling big bottles of whiskey in diners along the way. I've been having a nervous breakdown. On my way to Seattle. It's only Saturday. I have to go back to work or keep traveling. Voice asks why I'm walking - it's a highway. I keep walking. A lot of teenaged boys are dying - shot in a row - along a wall, firing squad. I plan to stay here until death but rememeber my responsibilities. I try to remember my purpose for going on this journey. I decide to walk all the way to Dad's house -- I have all weekend. It's only about twenty miles.
> 1/18/88 I'm at work and there is a very bad earthquake. The shaking
> starts and goes on and on. Bob Gower has retired, so I go and stand in
> his doorway of his office, but the shaking is so bad I can't and just get
> under my computer table. The quake stops when I get under there, so I get
> back in my chair. The lights are out but you can still see and somehow my
> office is switched around so the desk and computer table are switched, a
> mirror image. I also now have a coat rack and I get my sweater down to
> leave. The woman I replaced is still there and getting her sweater down
> too. She did have a coat rack, I've been knocked back in time. She tells
> me she has to write down the instructions for the person who replaces her,
> which was me. There are two purses on the desk, a man's badge and keys.
> I go down the stairs and people are talking about how scary the quake was.
> I go to the car and the lot is gravel and looks like my old high school
> parking lot. A man wearing a mask is in my car and I open the door and
> tell him to get out. He takes a hammer out of the glove compartment and
> threatens to hit the dashboard. He takes off the mask and I don't know
> who he is, but he looks like the picture of the man on the badge. He has
> bushy eyebrows and looks short. He gets out of the car and threatens me
> with the hammer. I scream and he backs off and starts looking around like
> he's forgotten me but when my voice gives out and I get weak, he starts
> looking at me and coming closer again.
> 4/4/01 10 PM - before I fall asleep I see a pool of water and a geyser
> coming up from it and then a candle flame in a concrete basin, very
> beautiful, then I'm high above it. Rosicrucians said that you should be
> able to see the candle with your eyes closed. Bright light. 2 AM - I
> wake up but can't remember the dreams, remember that the books say you'll
> dream on the same theme and remember the ones best towards morning. 4 AM
> - I am driving a road and it is very difficult to steer in my sleep, I
> keep changing lanes on complicated curves without looking and can't keep
> my eyes open, asleep at the wheel, and I have to go off onto the shoulder
> (and I think I wreck and die) when a man driving the other way goes around
> a tree that grew so big it extends into the road, so then I'm on a
> bicycle. I ride down a long straight road in open country with grassy
> fields and trees in the distance and see a man walking along the road, so
> I try to catch up with him and ask where I am. I end up at a swampy river
> and the men over there (in golf shirts) say that I can't cross over
> because there are a lot of snakes in the water this time of year. I ask
> where I am and they say they'll write it down and then say it quickly, Abu
> Sayyaf. I get across anyway looking all around for snakes - the water is
> just a puddle from this height. There is a red cow on that side and she
> starts curling around me like a cat. I grab her leg to stop her because
> she's making me dizzy and she kicks backwards. Cows can't kick hard
> backwards, so I hold her still. One man is the go between to the head
> man. He comes back but I can hear the head man yelling, what are you
> going to use it for? Then he says I'll just use it for gambling and he
> isn't going to tell me. I think, this must be heaven, then and the number
> is three. God and Jesus are wearing golf shirts and the Virgin Mary is a
> red cow! I'm still standing around waiting for the note and trying to
> figure out what he said. At first I think it is Visalia or Vallharta, but
> then I remember that it is two words and the first starts with "a" and the
> second starts with "s." It comes back to me like a whisper inside my
> head. At the time, I can't remember where any of these places are. I
> yell, scat, at the cow. The sky opens up and a plane takes off silently,
> different feeling in the air. There is a giant wishbone torn out of a
> turkey's breast. A thick cable [like in the ceiling at Northrop, that
> ended over my desk, the workers were taking out for the move, which did
> not help my delusion that my office is bugged.] following me to the
> doctor's office on the sixth floor. Different ID or drivers license each
> night. Those whose issue alone can save a small army. Apollo tells me
> the number is 3001. God is three in one. I ask about software, there
> are 1's and 0's which are yes and no. Then snakes begin to come out all
> over the floor, which is linoleum. A rattlesnake, big one, crawling like
> an S. Then an even bigger rattlesnake but it seems to be gutted - stomach
> skin flapping. A three year old girl in a white lacey dress reaches for a
> short thick snake about an inch long. I think that rattlesnakes are two
> feet long when they're born and it must be bird poop, but hold her against
> my leg and won't let her touch it anyway, it looks like a baby snake. [It
> is about one year since the ten year old girl was killed by therapists,
> tied down in a blanket. There were constant battles to go to bed, get up,
> do homework, go to school. Also, today is Gloria Arroyo's birthday and
> rebels in Abu Sayyaf have promised her the head of a hostage just like
> they sent Joseph Estrada last year.]
>
> [From Reuters: Wednesday April 4 11:20 AM ET; 4 Killed in Philippine
> Graduation. COTABATO, Philippines (AP) - Ten hooded men opened fire on a
> crowd during a school graduation ... many election candidates were in the
> crowd. Army troops deployed... remote swampy area about 560 miles south
> of Manila. Same day: The hostages were held in the hills of Jolo, a
> rugged and remote island, but some officials have said Schilling (to be
> beheaded) may have been moved to the nearby island of Basilan to evade the
> offensive. Philippine military Chief of Staff Diomedio Villanueva flew to
> the southern city of Zamboanga...][4PM 4/4/01 Semi trailor rig falls off freeway ramp and crushes a BMW.]
>
> [One of my favorite stories Gram Esther used to tell was how the school
> bus driver didn't have to go down their road if the conditions were bad,
> muddy and suchlike, and if a bird pooped in the middle of the road, her
> kids had to walk up to the top of the hill to meet the bus.] [Villisca, Iowa June 9, 1912. Mr. and Mrs. Joe Moore and 4 children and two friends killed with an az at the Moore home. Never solved. DM Register 11/2/91.]
********************* posted 4/8/01
10/19/97 May, a psychic advisor in Clinton, Iowa, tells me two girls told her their dreams about school. A kid wants to shoot his machine gun somewhere. He's already gotten mad and pulled the trigger at his girlfriend, but it was empty. My sister wearing a yellow dress, I hug her and tell her everything will be okay. A tall blond kid in his room, says a woman touched him. A voice says that more fat women become schizophrenic when they get old. English teachers under "cadillac" in the Yellow Pages.
10/20/97 I'm working as a temp at a church while the pastor and his family are on vacation. They have a gift shop that sells cards. There's one about a frog with a long complicated verse inside and the other one is a humorous one -- fuck life twice or some such philosophy. They heal people at this church and two girl clerks and some boys orient me. The main tenents of the church are "Save Maria's" and a healing ceremony with sunflowers. One of the girls starts the ceremony out on the patio. The congregation are on the lawn. The couple comes back from vacation. The walls are more flimsy now because I put up more cubicle walls while they were gone. I spent the whole time building and hanging up art and the kids did the regular work. They have some magic liquid called "Canada" or "Canola" that they put in drinks and the gas tanks of their cars. I leave trying to figure out what the real term is supposed to be -- Hail Mary. A man says I lost touch with the 60's -- Tarot cards, which the Sun and pentacles cards apply here.
11/26/97 Lists of how I think things are on one side and how they really are on the other. Some things are changes or suggestions for changes. One is making all the students secretaries, or leaving them where they are.
12/5/97 I walk from work with Nellie. We slide down a hill, long walk. We go through two collectible towns, one is Indian looking. She cuts off too much of my hair and I yell at her that she's stupid and she says she has a degree in ancient Indian studies applied to modern times. There is a free newspaper on the ground. Then I sit and relax at a table in a parking ramp. A man was talking on the phone in the phone booth that also sells soft drinks. A girl asks me how much it is for one year's tuition at the University of Iowa where I went. It was only $600 in 1969-73. Life is much more hectic working and going to school at the same time. Maj Basque says that Vivian has been eating and shopping a lot too and put a lot of miles on the motorcycle. Two men are demonstrating a new toy that looks like a big slinky on a leash. It swallows stuffed animals.
12/11/97 I'm taking care of a little girl named Theresa. She goes through a metal plate in the wall into a rich person's house. The kids are having a kid's party. Presents. Science projects and paper dolls. It's 11 PM. Theresa isn't ready for bed, she hasn't even run her bath yet.
12/13/97 A rocky area outside a town. Two boys shoot at close range at rocks to flatten bullets -- see which one creates more rock dust. One powders, one flakes. In a cube red and blue balls like molecules floating, have to kill a cow the next day for meat. Good news -- a man in Arizona is doing something, maybe a bullet train so kids can live out here.
1/2/98 A room with old hippies giving speeches around a rectangular table with magazines. One blowhard says something about recognition. His wife tells some story on him. I leave and go to the daycare center. It's cold and I look for my jacket but find candy. There is one little girl in one room. She says to get out, it's too crowded. There are 51,000 there. I hear on the radio that my grandfather got a divorce. He's been dead for several years. Grandma is 84, so he would be 92 if he was still alive.
1/13/98 I am supposed to babysit a little Indian girl while her mom is gone. I need her carseat and the directions to the babysitter's house. I'm going to act like the mother and take her to the regular babysitter. Her regular babysitter lives in Booneville and I make a map, one part gets torn off. It looks like a picture of a cowboy, very close-up of his horse. I am babysitting my brother too and he knows where the babysitter lives, but is puzzled by my map. The scene shifts quickly from place to place. Even Octoberfest, where I never went.
1/14/98 Two little boys. The older one is throwing a bowling ball at the baby. I lock him up in a wire cage with a cloth edge. The next time I look at them, they are playing with a rubber ball.
2/15/98 A doctor looks at my stomach to see if I have given birth. Also something called parturition. He also feels my back. Little kids are going down a trail riding their big wheels. They are going to a lower ledge. The teenagers are on this one. There is a wooden gate across the opening and a space alien is on the other side talking to me through the slats.
2/20/98 Women in a circle complaining about something one at a time. The last few are in foreign languages. The one before me has ornaments on her teeth and the woman beside her translates that in her village no one will marry you if you aren't a virgin and a man has fondled her breasts every day for two years. The woman who translates is older and thinner. She is laughing. One woman is Indian. I think about what I will say when my turn comes -- that I didn't have such a great weekend either. My sister, across from me -- looks just like me, must be another Sheila -- told me that I was stupid because she got stuck doing the cooking for this meeting. Then we start singing, a Colonel tells them to sing and a woman says not to let me sing at least (I can't carry a tune.) Another woman takes over and sings opera -- Figuero --in an oriental language. Kids knock my books on the floor behind the xerox machine.
8/16/98 I go into the future and end up at a school. The kids line up by the color of their clothes to play baseball. One blond girl is wearing two colors and has to go in a line with "midges" -- little kids mostly. A girl walks by and says that 16-18 year olds are "use or lose." School goes up to 15 only. I ask the girl behind me, what about 49 year olds? I think that's my age, but I'm really 47. She asks me why it is taking me so long to read the book. A girl in burgundy comes up and I'm going home. A voice says, today everything lay open as is the sanctuary of birth. The architecture of change resulting in old age.
9/12/98 On the school bus wearing my pajamas, no make-up. I have a scar across my back -- a ridge. A modern building, glass,high rise, doors on each floor to the fire escape stairs. All the people inside wear clothes that match the color of the dot above the door on each floor. That makes it easier for security to watch them.
10/5/98 Successive young people rebel. A series of door makes a glass room. Other women help me. Then younger girls break out of another room. There's going to be a battle among the men -- planes, tanks, cars. I want to flee to the mountains. A flood plain with a lot of sticks washed up by the last flood. Two ducks follow me when I walk to the end of the driveway to get a newspaper at the gas station. I need the classifieds. The ducks are yellow and bite my calves and make me turn around and swat them. There are a lot of young people without jobs in this huge brick apt building.
10/19/98 A school trip -- trunk full of fishing stuff, no tackle box. The teachers don't know how to teach the kids to fish. The kids thought they'd have time for sewing and a movie while they fish. A little girl's hair is caught in a branch. A boy is having trouble with his work. A voice says to leave now, can't do anything in a dream.
10/20/98 In Gram Esther's driveway -- two women are doing the chores at top speed and have two buckets of slop for the pigs. I help them - pour liquid into 2-3 pans. One male pig's pan has a curved bottom and I set it up. A couple of pigs tell me they really need liquid, it's hot. They are very polite. Then I'm inside the window, venetian blinds. Looking out at high school students taking college courses. Richard Arriola from work tels me he has to help the Indians, but they have to masturbate for DNA tests on tiny pieces of cotton. Two girls ask me and I tell them to do what he said. Out the window, the Spanish students are saying that they are going to organize so that they can go to boarding school. They have to go home to their parents at night. Then I have forgotten what I was doing there, before I was in a hurry to leave. A woman coworker laughs at Richard's joke, giving me a piece of cotton. Some people are from Boston too. [My job as a kid was feeding the pigs. I'd get in trouble when some broke out and disappeared across the fence, but they'd come back. One year Dad gave my siblings and me a whole litter of mutant piglets. One didn't have a hole to pee and died. One ate and ate but didn't gain any weight, so all the other pigs were sold when they weighed enough, and that one (white one) was there in the pen by itself after awhile. I got in the pen and was looking over the valley spaced out one day and got a funny feeling and looked behind me and that pig had its mouth around my calf ready to bite down. Farmers tell stories of men that had heart attacks and fell down and the pigs ate them.]
10/21/98 A baby in an oven. I take it out and the mother appears behind me. I ask if she wants to hold it and she says no. It has a strong neck already - feels like it is trying to sit up.
12/14/98 I'm working in a hospital taking care of two babies. A young Hispanic woman brings them on a small cart. Their bottles are already made but are too hot. I start cooking it over on a steel stove. You have to hold one baby on your right hip and one on your left. The baby on the right leans the wrong way, the same as the other one. A woman smokes while she breast feeds her baby, so every time the baby hears a lighter click she thinks it's time to eat. The mother is only 15.
4/22/00 I'm walking along a highway to school -- in Los Angeles -- with a lot of other kids. I'm young and have anklets and shiney shoes.. I decide to cut through, cross a corn field. Then a steep hill with terraces and plants far apart. The top is steep. There's a shed up there with beds, books. The kids have some books, but say they rely on my reading of the classics. I read a lot of them when I was a kid and teenager. A voice says the hole in the clouds is over Diamond Bar. The kids are afraid because a woman has been cut up. Things like that never happen to kids, they can go whereever they want.
Kids Lose Out, Risk taking helps
> > them grow
> > Germany may have a reputation for having a humorless society, but when it
> > comes to childhood play, Germany is trying
> > to buck a global trend by making sure kids get plenty of chances to play,
> > even if it leads to an occasional injury. Germany's "play movement"
> > recognizes children's fundamental need to play. It's been 30 years in the
> > making and has paid off by requiring playgrounds with challenging
> > equipment in many new housing developments. Overprotective or overeager parents shoulder
> > some of the blame, the article says, but kids themselves often cut short
> > their own childhoods by jumping headfirst into work to earn money for
> > consumer goods. -- Jeff Johnston Safetyalerts.com
Thursday, June 7, 2001
FBI Investigates Boeing Wires
SEATTLE (AP) - The FBI is looking into suspicious wire damage
to as many as 10 737 jetliners at Boeing Co.'s final assembly
building, FBI spokesman Ray Lauer confirmed Thursday.
Boeing spokeswoman Sandy Angers said the company
discovered seven incidents of wire damage that are ``not
common in the normal course of manufacturing.'' That prompted
the company to look back at several earlier incidents, which have
now also been deemed suspicious.
6/7/01 4 PM I find myself driving with someone, I am very depressed -- have trouble not hitting concrete barriors or bridges. Seems like a runway I'm driving on, impression of winding road where I was born. I suddenly reach the end of the road apparently, because I go past turns to left and right and end up in the ocean. The ocean and sky are both milky white. Voice, "you went right in the water," as I go in. Sit on the window frame, look to see if the other person is going to try to get out. Voice, "it's not too deep, you can stand." I get out and walk ashore. There's a defense contractor right there, so I go into an office to call. Name on the desk says, "Joe 12 or 25 or just a symbol, no number." I start to dial auto club, but a middle aged black man's voice says, "let the operator call." I wait, but he doesn't come back, so I press "0" and then he answers, "yes, hello, idiot or dorkess." A thin blond, Elaine Allen comes in as I'm looking out the window trying to see the gate number and I ask her what it is -- gate is an archway with Boeing on it, it looks like and 2345 maybe. She tells me to concentrate, I can see it. I snarl that my glasses are in the car in my purse at the bottom of the ocean. But I get a little closer and the number looks like 635 maybe or 625. Outside, the car is now out of the water and a skinny young guy in a black suit, talks like Johnnie Lee, says I could have probably just put it in reverse like the others. Asks if I need anything more, he saved the book. I look towards the ocean and cars are driving out of the water and leaping up on ramps -- several abreast. They are getting off ferries or maybe boats from Japan. I don't look for the boat.
Dad calls and I talk to him for a few minutes, he's very quiet, not much going on. I guess it's Seattle from the fog and the ferry.
skinny guy in suit and fog also impression of JFK Jr --
depression causes accident. [Tim McVeigh decided not to appeal to Supreme Court to delay
execution. Maybe he has AIDS.]
Thursday June 7 11:53 PM ET
Four Children Dead in Japan School
Stabbing
TOKYO (Reuters) - Four Japanese children were killed on Friday and
more than 20 others injured, several critically, by a man who burst into
their elementary school classroom and began stabbing at random.
The attack, unprecedented in traditionally safe Japan, took place in the middle of morning classes at the
elementary school in the city of Ikeda, a suburb of the western city of Osaka.
``Four students are dead and 22 others injured,'' an official at the Ikeda fire department said. Japanese
media reported that most of the injured children were in the first and second grades.
A schoolboy and a male teacher were in critical condition and undergoing emergency surgery, he added.
``We have arrested the suspect,'' said a local police spokesman.
Media reported that the suspect was a 37-year-old man bearing a six inch knife. They said he had
admitted that he had taken large quantities of tranquilizers.
Worried parents began arriving at the school talking urgently into mobile phones as students waited on the
playing fields.
Witnesses reported that a woman with bloodstains on her blouse ran into a nearby supermarket calling for
help.
``There was quite an uproar at the school, then ambulances and fire trucks started arriving,'' a woman
living near the school told public broadcaster NHK.
The government has launched an emergency task force headed by the Education Minister Atsuko
Toyama and has sent officials to the site, NHK said.
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