Riding Like the Wind

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Bob Irons

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Uncle Bill and all,

What a pleasant dream I just had. Here on the East Coast of the US it's around 2:00 AM and I am awake after sleeping for about 4 hours. I dreamed of someone on horseback riding like the wind with a Gelbu Special held high in their right hand. It was so pleasant and special I thought I'd share that thought here. Not much detail in my dream, but I absolutely knew that it was a Gelbu Special.
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I don't dream much anymore, and I ride horses only about once every 2 or 3 years (and never like the wind - more like a mild breeze), so this must be anticipation on my part. The USPS tried to deliver an insured package at my house on Saturday, but we weren't home so all I got was a little yellow slip. Yellow slip returned to the man in the USPS van yesterday. I'm hoping today is delivery day for my Gelbu Special. Not anxious, but certainly looking forward to its arrival.
 
There are a couple of things you should do once a year.One of them is to fork a horse.
 
The europeans put the fork(and knife) to the horse millions of times annually. Apparently they taste kinda like chicken.
 
Why do the weird ones keep showing up here? ( Of course I am a paragon of sanity myself - ask any of the shrinks I blackmail!)
 
Bob.
Sometimes, somewhere, somebody might have a dream that is not just a dream - but a dream that has a message in it!
We, people of the orient are very particular about dreams. The only problem is that not everybody can see the correct message for all the dreams.

Pakcik Bill.
I guess Pala & Makcik Yangdu are also take big concern on dreams!

Gelbu Specials were made by few Kamis - their mind, sweat, tear, suffering, happiness, anger, knowledge, belief, experience, wish, hope and blood are blended together and menifested in the form of Khukuris! Then those Khukuris were blessed with blood and good spells shortly before being sent to Reno. People of the orient believe that those type of Khukuris must have spiritual quality (aura @ chi @ ruh) that may communicate with or interfering our spiritual self during our suitable reception period such as at the time of a deep sleep!

Pala & Pakcik Bill should know better about this!
 
Thank you mohd.

I'm not much on interpreting dreams. This one seemed like a good one and one to share.
 
What nephew Mohd said about dreams and his other obsevations regarding the Orient are true. They put great stock in their dreams and I have come to understand why. For example, sometimes Yangdu will tell me some morning, "Uncle Gelbu is sick."
I'll ask her how she knows this and she will tell me she "saw it" in a dream. Next phone call to Nepal and guess what? Sure enough, Uncle Gelbu is sick. And it is not only sickness but weddings, deaths, strokes of good fortune and much other stuff. I do not understand how it works but it does with a surprising degree of accuracy.

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Uncle Bill
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Sure enough! And the awake ones will really get you sometimes.

My g'mother would always know when we were headed home from some far away place like Washington or Florida and even the closer ones like Utah.My dad would honk the horn when we got up to the speed we normally traveled at.G'ma would tell us the time and day when we arrived at the old home place in Turley.

I always loved getting there.You Knew that thee was gonna be hot biscuits 3 times a day if there wasn't anything else,but that never happened.The table always groaned with food.
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Cornbread ain't s'possed ta be sweet!....Dagnabit gurl,whut did they teach you way up north in ....;) hehehe.


 
Today I told a friend who works too hard:

1) The story of the monk assigned a novice who was asked by his pupil when they could go on a picnic. The monk promised that it would be soon, but more important things kept getting in the way of the picnic. One day they came across a funeral procession, and the monk, wishing to make use of a teaching opportunity, asked the pupil where the procession was going. The pupil's wistful response was: "On a picnic?"

2) Of the guy whose dog died who refused to accept that it wasn't just sick. He took it to the vet, who told him "That dog is dead". The guy wouldn't hear of it and demanded a second opinion. The vet got up and returned with a cat, setting it on the same table as the dead dog. The cat walked across the dog's body, jumped down, and left the room. The vet repeated to the distraught owner that his dog was dead. The guy insisted on a third opinion, and the vet left and came back with a labrador retriever, who sniffed the dead dog and walked out. The guy was finally convinced his pet really was dead, and asked the vet how much he owed him. The vet replied: "$150". The pet owner was aghast. "I thought you only charged $50," he said. "I do," the vet replied. "$50 for my fee, $50 for the cat scan, and $50 for the lab test."

3) My comment above about being a paragon of mental health, "just ask any of the shrinks I blackmail..."

My friend's response to the last was to strongly suggest I get the prescription in my hand filled just as soon as the pharmacy opened tomorrow morning. I cut her a little slack, as she'd been on Emergency Room call, and had called my home at 6:15 PM to tell me she could see me at her office in 20 minutes. ( My appointment card said 2:00 PM )

( Story #1 was told by HHDL at a 1994 conference on meditation in England )



[This message has been edited by Rusty (edited 23 September 1999).]
 
Except that today

"...duh dum your kicks on Route 66..."

seems more appropriate.

I remember the Stingray, and I vaguely recall Martin Milner, but I have no recall of what the show had to do with anything. I don't even remember noticing any girls out of the show, so that tells you how young I was.
 
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Rusty et al:
If I remember right wasn't one of the characters looking for his father? Maybe there was more of a message to that show than I remember too.

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Cornbread ain't s'possed ta be sweet!....Dagnabit gurl,whut did they teach you way up north in ....;) hehehe.


 
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