A Dream, Not a Poem

My Dream of Earl Jack, 23May05, Dan Iroz

Let me preface relating my dream with this: Before going to sleep last night, my dear wife Kita informed me that she had finished the preparations for Earl to have his temple work done. In fact, all that remained was to obtain the blue card for his endowment from the temple. I’d also just watched (twice) a science fiction video called “Primer”, a Sundance award winning entry that delved into the leading edge physics of time-travel, and in which a cell phone played a part in the plot. I loved it. So here’s my dream:

I was attending a conference with Brett Parkinson and the speaker was talking about a leading edge cell phone identification standard or something.

He left early and afterwards I found myself in a room where who in the world walks in but Earl Jack, my deceased friend and NACT employee. The dream became so vivid and I was very surprised and became very emotional. We hugged and I commented about his characteristic Navaho reserved demeanor, not meeting my eyes much (interesting, because with me, Earl wasn’t a typical Navaho like that, and met my eyes most of the time) and using his words sparingly.

I was so glad to see him. But no sooner than we were reunited, he was leaving and I was following swiftly behind. He stopped before rounding a corner and jotted down a note, which he then brought back to me.

The penmanship was bad and the grammar was lacking. And, it was in two different colors: one written approximately over the top of the other one. It wasn’t long and I don’t remember the very few first words nor the last, but the bulk of the message was this: “holy water, 100%, help Tauntos (sp)” I looked up and Earl was gone, and a young girl was almost to the corner he had turned back from.

I was overcome and walked into what seemed to be a staircase where I talked with a man who I seemed to know, a fatherly figure willing to listen to me as I told him that I’d just been visited by my friend who had died. Before I could tell him however, he assured me that he’d been blessed with some very profound experiences himself, including angels calling him on his telephone.

I immediately awoke and spent a few minutes remembering my dream, before relating it to my wife Kita.

I remembered to write it down at 1:00pm, here at work.