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 By Argile Stox Sept. 6, 2006 I had a dream last night or early this morning. Like all dreams it was condensed, compact, and it moved from realm to realm very quickly. Like unpacking a zip file in a computer, the dream and the end of the dream left with more questions than answers. The dream I am referring to was regarding my death. In my dream, I was strapped to a table with four point leather restraints. When the techs were inserting the needle into my arm I asked, “Will this hurt?” One answered, “Yes it will – However, God will take care of it.” The curtain that had blinded the other room which housed Witnesses to my impending death was withdrawn, revealing faces that I did not recognize. “Argile Stox,” the Warden read from a single piece of paper in his hand, “You are charged with just existing – which you have been found guilty of; any last words?” I turned my head and tried to recognize the individuals who have come to witness my demise. There was not one face in the crowd that I had any feeling for. Twelve strangers, two death techs and a doctor were going to end my life. The only words I could utter were, “Why can I not exist? Why can I not be just me?” The order was given, and three lethal chemicals were injected into my veins. I died. I then awoke in a run down city, filled with individuals who were just as confused as I was. Walking among the people, I asked – “Why am I here? Why are you here?” As an individual brushed passed me, he said, “This is a place filled with unfulfilled individuals who failed to complete their Earthly tasks.” That statement did not sit well with me. I looked around for a communication device – maybe a telephone. To my left there was a telephone booth. I entered it – However, the receiver and dial pad had been vandalized. I awoke from that dream feeling misjudged and sent to my death for no rational reason at all. I was feeling very unsettled. This morning I called my VA Doctor – left a message that I was feeling “mentally unsettled.” He called me back within fifteen minutes. I related the dream and events to him. He said, “I once had a dream that I was murdered. I was pissed! The next evening, I dreamed the same dream – However, this time I was packing a 9mm gun. I suggest that when you go to sleep tonight, be an active participant in your dream and take control of it. Let me, your Doctor, be the needle.” I said, “Thank you Doctor – you have been very helpful,” and the called ended. I pondered his advice for a few minutes – Placed the dream on the “back burner” and called a friend, and spoke with Tracy’s mother for a moment, then her stepfather. I mentioned nothing about the dream. We just talked about what was happening in our lives at the moment. The conversations relaxed my mind. I had not spoken to Tracy’s stepfather for a while, and missed his wit and wisdom. In addition, my friend had returned from a very fruitful fishing trip over the Labor Day holiday. He was happy. However, both my friend and Tracy’s stepfather were struggling to solve an electrical problem in one of the chicken coops – which had a fuse box that contained screw-in fuses and tube fuses. This was old technology which, can be replaced with a “Square D” fuse box. Tracy’s stepfather said, “I’m not messing with that high voltage. I will leave that job to a licensed electrician.” When Tracy’s stepfather states that he will not “mess” with something – he hands the job over to professionals. I admire a man who is aware of his limitations, and hands the job off to individuals whose knowledge in this area of electrical utilities far exceeds his. Yes, there will be money spent to update the chicken coop. However, Tracy’s mother, stepfather, and my friend will not have to worry about this situation – again. As I type this article, I wonder if I am living an unfulfilled life. I have an appointment with a private orthopedic surgeon on October 4, 2006. His office is currently being inundated with my medical records (films, paperwork printouts) from the VA, regarding my back problems. In addition, once my back is reconciled – I will get a new “grill” (dentures) in my mouth – so that I look as intelligent, as I feel. I have this thought about becoming an old style TV repair guy – Only this time I will repair computers in Rapid City. I will not replace hard drives, DVD / CD players. I will strictly confine my area of expertise with regards to upgrading memory, and troubleshooting software in a customer’s home. However, first things first! My back must be repaired and I need dentures. After that… Rapid City, I am not going to be any competition to Best Buy’s “Geek Squad.” I am just going to be the guy who graduated from Control Data Institute (circa 1981) – has the diploma to prove it; and be the local, “Help, my computer is running slower then a slug!” guy. That is all. Car, tools, software and advice; if I can’t fix it – I will defer to Best Buy’s Geek Squad. I will even deliver the computer to the store and return the repaired computer to the customer’s home and set it back up. My first visit to the customer’s house will be free. I will analyze the computers problems, have a price-list (very inexpensive labor) and do business from there. It is my hope that the plans that I have will bring fulfillment to my life. I enjoy challenges! What about rewriting my book – you ask? While I am on the mend from back surgery and having the rest of my few remaining teeth pulled and getting dentures – I will be rewriting my memoir at the Rushmore Mall, eating, and drinking coffee. October 4, 2006 – in the Orthopedic Surgeon examination room; that is where my destiny will reveal itself. I hope… ------------ Email Argile Stox: argilestox@gmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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