I have been dreaming more lately. For some good while, a few years, most of my dreams concerned being lost or looking for a job but that seems to be trending in a different direction. In my more recent dreams I have traveling, mostly visiting family members or going somewhere and bumping into some family member. That type of dream is not unusual. What seems to be different in my dreams is that all the family members I have seen in my dreams have passed on. They are dead. I think this must be some unconscious association with my age or my recent heart attack and or the fact we are treating my arteries with medication which may or may not do any good at all. I really don’t know. I’m not an interpreter of dreams. I know of no one who is. But if I were some kind of mystic who attempted to convey some logical meaning of what the mind churns up, I might say I am in the throes of preparing my self for my demise. That’s only one possible interruption although it has no basis in logic. We cannot always say what our two sided mind will lay bare for our mental perusal. My dreams along this vein have not been unpleasant. They were merely dreams until I found myself thinking about them after I awoke from sleep. I began to wonder what a psychiatrist might say about them or say I was sitting in a restaurant, having some lunch, and the New York Madam walked in, and after looking around a moment, she stared straight at me and said, “Somebody has been wondering about their dreams. I can help, I communicate with the dead.” Then, supposing I raised my hand, what then might she say? I awoke from a dream this afternoon (I often take a nap) a bit perturbed because someone who I cannot name and myself were looking for a certain individual and could not find him. Thinking this individual might have an inside track and be willing to assist me in a certain matter I continued my search. Somewhere, I bumped into a relative who had passed on some years before and we chatted briefly before I continued on. I was unsuccessful in finding this individual, don’t remember who he was nor do I remember the guy who was tagging along with me. Further, I don’t recall where I was searching although the place did seem quite familiar to me. The dream, of course, was much more involved but you get the gist. I have found myself thinking from time to time, it is a sad state of affairs when someone does not have enough going on in his world, that he must write about some silly dream. All I can do is raise my hand and confess, “I am guilty.” Anyone, is there some meaning here?