In the dream i'm visiting Shari's son. I sit down with him at a school cafeteria table and he tells me about school and shows me a picture that he drew and colored. I'm amazed and gladdened at his recovery. Then, i'm at a v-ball tourney with Scott and Pete. Pete and are walking up the street and i'm telling him about Shari's son, the circumstances of his illness and his apparently miraculous recovery but begin sobbing and can't continue.


In this world, Shari's son contracted meningitis within days after his birth but was initially misdiagnosed by hospital doctors. By the time he was diagnosed, he'd suffered severe, irreversible brain damage and blindness. It was one of the worst tragedies i've even witnessed first hand in real life. According to the doctor i worked for at the time, the child would live as long as if he'd never been ill and to me that was a fate of living hell. I guess he's in his early twenties now. I've had other dreams of him and he's always able to talk to me. Whenever i have those dreams i hope it's a message from the Universal Mind that the child has finally been released from his prison and is finished with this world but i don't know. Poor sweet baby.