(5/9/06) a three's company tribute; my nephew interprets the bhagavad gita

(Entered in paper journal at 7:01 PM at Starbucks on 43rd Street and 3rd Avenue in Manhattan.)

Dream 1

At first I was over a scene, like the living room for the TV show Three's Company, looking down on John Ritter, the black-haired girl, and a heavyset, brownish-blonde-haired girl.

Slowly I floated down to a room with my mom. We looked up to a television showing Three's Company. The blonde woman had died. This episode was a tribute to her. It took me a while to catch on to this. But once I did I started crying.

I was a little kid now. This was my favorite show. I didn't want my favorite character on the show to die.

My mom and I may have changed the subject, like I was an adult and I wanted to act mature enough to forget about this show.

Dream 2

I was in a small, tacky living room. A lot of family members were around, but I was only aware of my second oldest nephew, J. I lay on my back on the couch, possibly after wrestling around with J on the floor. J jumped on the couch and climbed all over me. At some point he stopped and lay on my left side, under my arm.

J held a book out to me. The book was a beautiful blue, possibly paperback, with white type on black cover. J spoke to me about this book. The book was colored like a hardcover printing of the Bhagavad Gita that I've seen in some libraries -- a brilliant blue). J's comments were clear, eloquent, and effortless. I agreed with them and pondered the book.

Then suddenly I realized -- it was my little nephew J who said all that stuff. He was just a kid -- but his sayings were astounding! They sounded professional. I marveled that adults could think of J as not very intelligent.