Post by jack hamilton on Jan 11, 2010 2:54:48 GMT -5
Your brother has a good spirit
The only dream I had in my coma wasn’t really a dream. I don’t know what it actually was but I would say that it seemed like God was going through my memories. And was intrigued by the time I was hunting down the road by the creek and the dogs had a coon bayed down by the water. As I got there all out of breath and was trying to get a shot. I realized that I couldn’t see because of a stationary little fog. I would move to the right and left and just about the time I could get a clear shot, again, I couldn’t see! That d**n little fog, again. Was it following me? I looked to the right and left and saw that a small cloud was floating right there! It was a breath cloud. My breath had condensed and as there was no wind this cloud was just floating there where I had been standing 6’ off the ground and there were several more up and down the creek where I had been standing. Strange looking little clouds, thick and impossible to see through.
I had to get my breath and move away from them and shoot fast before another one formed. Yes we got the coon but that had never happened before, and God was really checking it out! It was unusual as a human memory and was therefore interesting to God. This is what I remember as being the only dream I had while in a coma.
Now for the book, no one else knows this but me, and who would take issue with what dreams I had or didn’t have while I was in my coma from my murder attempt?
Think, I can come up with hundreds of beautiful {dreams} and that can be the form for the flashbacks, the means of adding in the memories, {as God goes through them all before we all fade away} This is why we are here, to experience life. God could go through thousands of people’s memories and not find one as interesting as mine back when I had my hounds.
OK… what are some more, the best things I have written have a little fiction in them. The drinking snake, the torture story, a little fiction, they are not lies, but fiction.
The funny rehab stories are best left in rehab. I need stories like the breath fog story. Beautiful things I have seen in the woods at night, or beautiful hound stories like when Joe saved my life by treeing a squirrel and stopping my from shooting myself. Or the time Sport saved my life from freezing in the frozen muddy hole. Great experiences I have had, or beautiful things I have seen. Make dream sequences out of them and use them as drams in my coma story.
Aug-03
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