Freaky . . .

After several days in a row with bad weather and migraine complications dumping on each other, I was desperate for some sleep yesterday as my wife left for work.

I actually went to sleep rather quickly – but it didn’t last long. About 2 hours later, I was sitting up from a dream that was so bizarre, and uncannily realistic, that I couldn’t get it out of my head. I spent the rest of the day playing video games to distract myself, yet even when my wife got back home, I still felt as if I’d just awakened from the dream.

It started off as simple as it was ominous. My wife had lost her job because the state had made huge cuts to it’s total budget for higher education. Because she’s tenured, her contract required a year’s severance pay, and she had a year to continue her work while polishing her resume’ and looking for a new job. Still, without a guaranteed income, we were faced with loosing our house. Then, out of the blue, I got a phone call from a childhood classmate. The little 1-traffic-light town I grew up in (founded by a war veteran just after the US Civil War) had lost touch with it’s roots, and I was the only honorably discharged veteran of my age group. In fact, there was only one other veteran my age, total. Such is the fact of life in a small town. So, they needed me to “come home”.

I told the caller that I’d consider the idea, but I had 2 conditions. First: I wanted a full-time job as a cop on the city police force, with appropriate benefits. The second was that there had to be a full-time job for my wife in the city annex of the county library (since the county seat is 24 miles away). It only took them 20 minutes to agree to both conditions. That was the end of the dream.

Then things got even more surreal. When my wife got home, she was fit to be tied. Just before she left work, the university president sent out an email to all university employees stating that, because of revenue shortfalls, the state was facing a $1.5 – 2 Billion financial crisis, and as a state regent’s college they had to be prepared to make some painful cutbacks.

I still didn’t get any more sleep until after 1:30 AM this morning.


3 thoughts on “Freaky . . .

  1. What a fascinating dream, Vernon! I want to share something with you. Some of us “auditors” have become quite interested in helping veterans, of late.

    I don’t know if I told you this, but check out (Traumatic Incident Reduction Assn) Les and I are becoming certified in this tech. It IS “the tech” but it’s now become mainstream which makes our job of helping people so much easier without the Co$ baggage. It was started by a psychiatrist turned highly trained auditor, who eventually sued the Co$, won, got lotsa money and the rights to use ALL the tech, but he had to re-name it as part of the deal… Gee, what a problem, LOL.

    It’s like the universe is opening up for us.

    I’m also going to send you a small newspaper clipping about how veterans have been helped by some PTSD counseling but then the gov’t stopped this helpful program. Go figure…

    Anyway, since you are a veteran you might have some ideas also…

    Love, Anita


    • I saw the clipping (and replied to it) before I saw this comment. Different websites, you know? Anyhow, I think you can see from the reply what I think of this additional news. As a former Top Book 1 Auditor of the year for STL, I support using it to help Veterans.

    • Thank you, Anita. 

      I’ve been searching for a way to contact TIRA, and so far all I’ve come up with was a LinkdIn biography of the President.  Well, to be honest, I’m not certain it was even the right man, but his background was similar to what you describe, without any reference to the Tech except for a mention of TIRA at the end of his professional certifications.  Can you refer me?

      Thanks again. Love, Vernon   On Wednesday, January 25, 2017 11:53 AM, Vernon Pope wrote:  


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