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Date Posted: 18:04:17 04/16/02 Tue
Author: Rita
Subject: Tractor Dream & Reality

The Tractor
Dream and Reality


In the dream, I woke at 2 a.m. After looking at the clock, I walked into the kitchen. An outside light had caught my attention. I looked out the kitchen window, viewing the outline of a large tractor-type vehicle. The dream identified the tractor as a large remote-control item, having no visible operator inside. I found it puzzling; so, I watched the vehicle’s bright headlights to see where it was going. It was moving toward the house, and soon the vehicle was at the kitchen door. The tractor raised its shovel attachment to smash at the aluminum and glass storm door. I was looking out the wood kitchen door with a 2’x2’ glass panel.
I recognized the house terrain. It was similar to the one that I had lived in when in Connecticut. A door leading to the basement was directly in back of me, and a wall was to my right. I jumped at the shock when the shovel hit the aluminum door. Then I turned probably to my left to run down the basement steps.
The tractor moved to the left and to the second basement window. I could see the headlights as the tractor moved by the first basement window. Then the shovel smashed through the second window. I could hear myself yelling to my husband who was upstairs, “Wake up! Call 911! This tractor machine is trying to kill me!”
The dream-scene changed. It was daylight, as several people were standing with my husband and I to examine the basement smashed window. The tractor had left a lengthy trail of tire-tracks. We were ready to follow the tire-tracks when I woke.
Immediately, I considered the dream to be some kind of a warning. My first thought was that the tractor attack was a symbol of the withholding of antitumor/antiviral antibiotics affect on me. Also my husband had blood-smeared pillowcases for the last two months.
I called the dentist to make an appointment for both my husband and I. Then I gathered all my pill bottles to take to the local pharmacy. The tractor, itself, had a symbol stating: “When your cardiologist, your insurance company, and the Michigan healthcare society wished you dead, then you will surely died!”
While at the pharmacy, I asked about my making a streptomycin ointment for my own personal use. Of course, the pharmacist looked up streptomycin, and it only came in one form. The pharmacist facial expression was: “Please don’t ask to purchase without a prescription. Follow the ‘Great Dictator’ dream and go to a hospital pharmacy that carried the streptomycin antibiotic. Let the hospital pharmacist recite my right to purchase any antibiotic in any form without a prescription!”
Of course, I had to tell Hubby about his dentist appointment, so I included the “Tractor” dream, too. My husband’s tractor comment was: “If something was crashing at the door and I didn’t wake, was I dead?”
“No,” I explained, “you appeared at the end of the dream when the dream-scene changed. It was daylight, as several people were standing outside to examine the basement smashed window. The people weren’t identified. My first guess would be the police. And of course, I was standing there acting like my usual panic-attack self, saying: ‘That tractor tried to kill me!’ The tractor had left two lengthy trails of tire-tracks. I was ready to follow the tire-tracks.”
On Monday April 15, 2002, Hubby and I had a dentist appointment to have our teeth cleaned. Hubby had a tooth infected and it needed to be removed. I asked Hubby if the cleaning produced any pain. He replied, “No. It’s probably passed the pain stage.” So now Hubby has to make an appointment with an oral surgeon.

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