I was biking down a road. Suddenly heard the most wonderful harmony! A terrific choir, so I stopped to listen. After a while of standing I just had to sit down but the place was packed. It was outside. A road-side garden. Could have been outside a YMCA in the hills of Scotland. That's what the scenery looked like. I noticed a seat was open like right where I was standing that had been occupied and so sat down. What a relief. A few minutes later a woman pushed her way onto the seat. We shared it. I didn't say a word because she was maybe who had been sitting there before.
In the next scene feels like a hospital cafeteria, yet I still think I'm maybe inside the building where I had heard the choir. I say hello to a woman I know and realize beside her sits Rosalee Kolodny, who was a childhood friend of mine! I am so happy to see her. She more shy about seeing me which really surprises me. I ask her why she seems so reserved. I don't remember her response but I do remember me also saying that sometimes old friends can just click in so fast to pick up where they left off even though so much time has passed and how in fact I have done that recently (which I actually have) with a few girlfriends.
She smiles at me and suddenly she leans so far back in her chair that she is practically lying down. and further I see she is very pregnant and worse in labor!! So suddenly the experience does get deep and fast! We are dealing with this labor and trying to get someone to help her!
------Now I'm in a conversation with Michael Liverman. Nice to see him. Also a friend from my primary school.....who I was actually in choir with.
-----Now I'm in a conversation with Alan Coopersmith. His brother Henry had asked me if a certain something happens in Gestalt Therapy to which I say no. Definitely not. Alan takes me on his lap and his being affectionate with me. He was in mid conversation with others at the table about Gestalt, and I realize he seems to think this theory/method does exist. So I say to myself this must be where Henry got his question from. (These two guys are also friends from my past, but young teenage-hood.
Now Sophie (my granddaughter) is eating chicken from a box on the table. You can't really see Sophie, but I know she's in there. It's like she is inside the food box and the thin paper that covers the fried chicken is covering her too! I lean over to help her just as Andy comes over, (not so happy that I am sitting on Alan's lap) and reprimands me to help Sophie cut her chicken.....But I was already leaning in to cut her chicken for her!