TWO PSYCHICS -- reading 12/9/99

Two psychics, thoughts reflected back and forth
--like looking in a mirror

The man in the first psychic's life must be her boss, a one time brother named A___. That's just starting with the alphabet. A ski trip. She'll be surrounded by Christmas. Her mom and dad are proud of her. She doesn't have any siblings except for a brother -- an abortion or miscarriage. She thinks she's seen him out there. Question: do you see anyone for me? Answer: how many husbands do you want? Do you want to keep working, do you want a raise?

The man in question in the other's life demands phone sex and her husband's in the other room. She thinks he fell in love with her picture -- the one where she was surrounded by flowerss -- she was already 50 and looked 35 then. He's been calling 15 years, so now she's 65 and looks 50. She has three kids. She doesn't need another man that can't perform around the house. A move to a condo, borrowing money from many friends. She's never acted like this before and doesn't even like phone sex. The first psychic suggests that maybe those are his thoughts, she's reading his mind. He's psychic too. He'll keep calling. He doesn't have to worry about performance. There are no women in his life. Well, maybe just for sex, none that he cares about more than her. Question: how tall is he? Answer: does it matter after 15 years?

I dream about the rest of my life and it seems to be a lot of trips to the same grocery store. I buy a lot of groceries each time, so it is a long dream. I have to keep unloading the cart and watch the groceries go down the moving mat to the checker. I buy a lot of cool whip in my life.

I dream a lot of the farm where I grew up from Kindergarten to 6th grade. One dream I crawled through the barbwire fence and there was a marble temple with black marble floors and elephants walking in the cowlot.

Another dream there was a bull as tall as an elephant. He was in a pen behind a rickety flimsy barn I was cowering in. I peeked out through a crack in the wall and he was still there.

Another dream I was in Mom's new green 3/4 ton Chevy truck and a bull charged the side.

Relatives seem to say goodbye or maybe they want you to host them as your baby... I dreamed about both my grandfathers when they were terminal. Gramp Louie had lung cancer from chemical exposure farming and I dreamed he was looking for a coat in Mom's yard where the poppies always came up (lung cancer can't have morphine because it makes you stop breathing.) He picked a little burgundy girl's coat from a box. I dreamed that I saw a boy with a bow and arrows running along a railroad track and shooting at deer and then the doe sighed and said it was okay because she had a black spot and would die soon anyway. She had a fawn. Then I told Dad and Jean about the dream and that Gramp Bill told me he was tall for his age and worked on the railroad when he was 12 and Dad said, yes, I was right, that was what he came to tell me, Gramp Bill had colon cancer and was dying. I dreamed about my Aunt Joan and her daughter Jody who both died of brain tumors (mom Joan at 24 and daughter at 34) running up to me crying in a schoolyard.

I dreamed several times of Mom's parents Grace and Louis, who both died in their 70's having their basement full of butchered animals. I dreamed I had to move and they filled up my car trunk with butchered chickens with red ribbons around them. They were farmers during the Depression.

I dreamed about all my grandmothers (five with the three great grams) one of which is still living, almost 90 years old. Mom's two Grams, Alice and May, both from Des Moines but didn't visit each other, were living together in the dream in a penthouse with windows all around and a very blue sky. It was very cold and windy up there. I also dreamed that Gramp Bill is living in a glass room above Gram Esther (who is still alive) living in a shoe -- she had six kids. Also her mom, Blanche was living on some stairs to the basement. Gram Esther described her as a big fat old slut from Des Moines with a young boyfriend she said she was married to, when I was four and we were listening to General Hospital on the radio and I asked about her mom.

Gram Alice told me in the dream that she was angry at her doctor for keeping her alive with the broken hip for so many years. We visited her in her hospital every Wednesday when I was a kid.

She told Mom/us one day when I was in high school that her ex-, Jim had been there the night before. Mom reminded her that he'd been dead for many years. My two sisters and I (6,4 and 1 years old) stayed in the car during his funeral. It was late January or early February and the windows of the car steamed over and we were "writing" on them. Mom had told us to keep the car doors locked, but Shirley was a baby and kept unlocking them. I looked out and a tall man in a long tan overcoat was approaching the car. My heart was racing and I tried to lock the doors, and he darted to the other side and I had to lock those doors. Later I realized he looked like the guest of honor at the funeral -- Gramp Jim. He'd been sent to the Midwest as a kid on the trainloads of Irish kids from the slums of New York and then gotten very rich and retired in Florida until they moved back to Iowa in 1955 shortly before he died of stomach cancer. He told me when he took me out to see his rabbits (I was four) that he had a machine gun and had had a federal judge killed. His wife told himt to shut up, but he said, "what are they going to do to me, I'm dying." The day he died was around Christmas (at home in the dining room) I remember my Aunt Lois was in the hospital having her daughter Theresa.