Notes

         A better sleep last night. As soon as you finish breakfast we can copy your scribbled notes.

         Notes: The dream was about not being prepared to take an exam one of my two senior years at Otterbein. I didn’t know what it was about and I don’t even know if I really knew what course it was. I have had this reoccurring dream several times in my life. I spent my time wandering around Grove Street and West College near campus looking for what building the exam might be in. I think it was in the theatre department but I never took theatre. The only reason I was ever in that building, Cowen Hall, was for speech class, being a disc jockey at WOBN, or in weekly Convocation classes. History and music were next door to the north at the southeast corner of College and Grove. That’s the background to these notes:

         “1. Druid school, not prepared for the final exam because of poor memory; 2, papers not completed and tossing out ungraded papers from a previous semester; 3, the Supervisor says, “Hello, Merlyn.” (perhaps HeranHis only words); 4, sharp ache in right arm; 5, Unable to move, frozen in position because of absence of time and space; 6, two crosses over the church thus two crossroads, not one (I thought the story only had the one crossroad (confrontation) in the Rebellion.”

         One and two are from the reoccurring dream. When the Supervisor speaks I (as Merlyn in the story) sense the thunder (psychosomatic pain) and am quickly frozen because time and space have ceased to exist. This is from hypothetical imagination. The third part is from seeing two crosses of light reflected on dark clouds while driving. The lighted crosses were from a country church steeple on a dark stormy-like night in March I believe, back in 1959 or 1960. It was eerie and I wish I had had a camera. It was unsettling as the passenger in the car and I were actually looking for UFO’s. I think we were trying to spook ourselves as teen-agers sometimes do. The irony was that I sometimes thought the crosses in the clouds were some sort of cosmic sign, thus I was spooked. More embedded gallows humor over the years. Thus, I put the crossroads to use in the story.

         Almost correct. I put the crossroads to use, only there are two crossroads, not one, just as you now suspected. Take a break, then post this before you lose your courage to do so. – Amorella.

         I understand. Transparency is best, even in fiction. Otherwise, this would all be hanging over me as a kind of gravity in my mind. The writings are supposed to make me free-minded.

         Oddly put, but acceptable in context. Part of the contract, orndorff. – Amorella.

         It is a good thing we both have a bit of gallows humor.

         The humor is all yours, orndorff.

         Marked wit, Amorella. Wonderfully put, marked wit. 

        Night time. Human Target is over. Everyone watched. Subs out for supper earlier. After lunch at Stone Oven Kim drove you to the Apple Store where you promptly bought Carol an iPad. Since, you have been setting it up and you want to add some apps Carol will enjoy. As such, we work tomorrow. Kim is back to work and you and Carol will be babysitting for the day. It’s okay, dude. – Amorella.