Sleep Dream. I am with an attorney. He is a typically attired lawyer, wearing a traditional dark suit, light blue Oxford shirt, dark tie. He has short, sandy hair. ( Perhaps he looks like the prosecuting attorney for the Allen trial that I did not get empaneled for.) Medium height, average build, squarish face. He is quite savvy, in the know. Rather talkative and animated. He has a twinkle in his eye. He is talking that he most defnintely wants to help me with my Project, that he knows exactly what needs to be done, that it will be a piece of cake, for me not to worry. (Perhaps there is an aspect of Connie’s Donald to him. I also think of the Miller’s super market check-out clerk with black glasses from when I was a tyke, who got angry about my handful of pennies.)
We are in a car, he‘s driving. We arrive at 2515 N. Union. He lets me off. „This Project of yours is very exciting!“ he says. „I am really excited that I can help you with it, using my skills and talents, which are The Law. I’ll pick you up in the morning!“ he says with a smile. He drives off. He is staying down the block, at what once was the Reeses‘ trashed house, now all spiffed up.
I also see him as Dom de Louise. He radiates Good Will, Good Heart, and Humor. I trust him. It’s like he is many Good-Hearted Men who like me and want to help me.