I had a dream last night. I dreamed that I was camping in my motorhome and took a walk up a wooded mountain and came across a fellow camping in a tent. I realized that he was an old playmate I had when I was a young kid. How did I recognize him? . . . Heck, I don't know, everything is possible in a dream. I hadn't heard that name since I was in grade school, and for some reason, I can't remember him in school. I only remember him coming to my place and the two of us playing. I don't even remember what we played. In fact, now I don't even remember what he looked like. All I have after awakening is a name.
Of course I Googled that name and found a bunch of matches, but none of them seemed to be the right person. I even checked the obituaries, but no luck there, either. I know I am not dreaming (well, yes I was dreaming) but I swear I used to know someone with that name. What name, you may ask. Well, the way I remember (or dreamed) it was Eugene Johns. If any of you reading this blog post is Eugene or if any of you know Eugene, please let me know. The Eugene I am talking about lived in western Pennsylvania in the early 1950's just south of Butler. Now, you all have a great day, you hear?
I used to keep a pencil & paper next to my bed, and whenever I would get up in the middle of the night, as well as in the morning, I would jot down notes of what I dreamed. You have to catch it before fulling waking up, and it takes practice. An hour or two later I could look at those notes and completely recall vivid dreams. I hope you find Eugene.
ReplyDeleteI probably will not be able to unless he sees this blog and gets in touch with me. Like I said, there are a lot of people about the right age with the same name. Since I lost contact with him very early in my life, I have very limited info to go on.
DeleteDream on, lol
ReplyDeleteHey, a guy has to dream. . . at least a little.
DeleteCatching up with you Dizzy... and it looks as though you need catching up with ! hahaaa
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