I saw the face. I even put a name to her. I met her once. There was part of the dream that did not seem important to tell, but will now tell a bit of it. There was a man about our age I worked with in 2 prisons, separated by about 5 years. A very weak man, but OK. The second prison was very fierce in all ways. The management of our department was sadistic. He was targeted. We were both new. I supported him to the extent I could. Actually he was not that nice to me, even mean. M was not impressed. He lived in the Big City to which I often refer and his wife stayed there. She would visit occasionally, by flight, as we were quite remote. M was with me, and the animals too. Once we met them for dinner. That was the only time I met the wife. We had fun. They drank like fishes.
While my Mom was sick, he called to tell me I should try to come back to work at that prison, to tell me he was well-ensconced now and to tell me some tragic gossip. I stopped him. I did not want to hear it. I had too much on my plate, I said.
The curious thing is this: about 4 months ago when I was thinking of returning to work, I called him on his cell. He was still, I thought, working at that prison. He answered, I recognized his voice immediately, *he is White South African. I said, Hi, it's COPA. He said: I don't know you and he hung up on me. I was so certain it was an error, I called back right away. Again, he answered and said the same thing: I don't know who you are, and hung up on me. At that time he had known me 8 years. My voice is distinctive.
It was his wife and him in the dream. They argued a lot. I think in the dream they had both absconded with the money. She took it and decided to go it alone. I think in the end, he ended up with the money. Strange, huh?I think this is so.
Thank you,
COPA
