I awoke from this dream, I was wasted. It was as though I hadn't
slept a wink. I felt weak, like a newborn infant, and knew that
something special had transpired within me. I remembered everything
single aspect of the dream, ... a myriad of details.
I went to school that day it was teaching as usual. But I also related
the dream to various colleagues, who seemed impressed with my 15
years worth of "therapy" in one single dream. I didn't
think of it as such. Because there was one part that eluded me:
What were the 3 questions?
guy on the bench had asked me 3 questions, and I knew that they
were related to one another in such a way as to provide me with
relief from my own personal misgivings about life. I remember having
the answers to the questions, and that's what was healing. But,
what were the questions?
was 6 years later that the questions finally came to me. And they
came in a very unusual manner.
college classes were language classes. I was teaching German and
Spanish. One semester, my last class of the day was a Spanish class.
There was a young man in the last class who sat in the very front
row, right in front of my podium. He seemed like an all-American
kid, probably having grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth ---
or so I thought.
some reason, this young man found my classes very interesting and
wanted to discuss philosophy after class. I sat with him under an
oak tree between buildings after the final class of the day one
Tuesday afternoon. We chatted "the meaning of life" for
an hour or so, after which he left the conversation with a single
question. It was an intriguing conversation, and left me remembering
what it was like to be that age: a first year college student.
following week, we once again sat on a bench on campus and pondered
life's trivialities. Much discussion about growing up and being
raised and education and all sorts of notions that make one follow
his search for truth. Again, after talking for a couple of hours,
we departed with another question. As I drove home, I suddenly recalled!
Uh, ... we had two familiar questions now. And putting them together
was traumatic enough in the realizations that they brought forth.
actually became afraid to get the third question. How was it that
years after having the dream the reality of it could be brought
forth by conversations with a stranger whose life had been much
more troubled that what I could ever have imagined? How was it that
the image of us sitting there on a bench, speaking candidly about
life itself, could have been foreseen in the premonitions of a dream?
didn't go to school the next Tuesday. I felt ill. I was afraid that
if we sat and talked again, I would get the third questions, and
it would make a major difference in things to come. No matter. The
students was a concerned individual, and when he found out that
class was cancelled, he called me at home.
... I answered the phone, excusing myself with the ill-feeling and
the fact that I didn't want to talk to anyone. Well, that lead straight
into the third question. It came before I could even manage to "not"
have a conversation. We did talk anyway ... especially after the
question was asked. And I had been correct. This question was the
most powerful of all. Combined with the previous questions, everything
made sense. I had "waited" for six years, and finally
finished remembering the dream. Peace came. And there's been a great
deal of happiness ever since.
are the questions?" you may ask. Well, they'll be here next
month. Suffice it to say that many aspects of this dream were replayed
in real life, and finally understood. But "how" and "why"
this came to be is well beyond my own comprehension. Life is like