The "Dream Social Worker" dreams of helping a man pass over.

Hello,

I experienced a clear enough dream, that I felt comfortable sharing it here.

First, the "objective" part, before I got the clarity at the end:

I'm someone who knows roller-blading, but was unsure of the level of my abilities.  I'm in a mountainous area.  Been in a bazaar that feels like in India, and there was talk of a "fun, roller blade trip", which seemed:  "could be fun".  So I take them up on it.  Then, there's a young, athletic sort who also signs up.  So, while an older man (who might be running the race) describes this to him, I start having second thoughts, but then, find out that I've already committed to the race earlier, when I signed something!  So, after he temporarily disappears with the athlete, he comes back, and invites me to go out with him.  There's a car, with children in the far back, and space in the "near back seat area".  I get in on the left, and the man, running the race, gets in on the left, front passenger seat.  And then they're driving (supposedly on the mountainous course of the race I'm supposed to be in).  The man starts asking me questions and, because it's all I know to do at the time, start answering as Kenneth Wayne Parker!  ("Where were you born?"  "Puerto Rico?"  "Does that make you Jewish"?  "No.  My dad was a Baptist").  And then, the car drives off a cliff, WAY up in the air!  I immediately lie down in my seat and get into as deep of a meditation as I can, waiting for the transition to "dead". After getting deeper, and deeper, I wake up, with an immediate analysis, from "upstairs".

Next, the analysis, from a Dream Social Worker perspective, working in a dream, this time:

First off, Kenneth Wayne Parker is not a Roller-Blade "expert".  I guess much of the dream, I was acting as a "cell" in the body of my client.  It turns out that he [yes, male body] was not only an expert Roller-Blade athlete, but was adept in Eastern Religion Meditation, and had studied the Tibetan Book of the Dead book.  But he, having fore-knowledge of his upcoming death, called for help, and I came.  My main contribution was in the car.  I first assured him that this might be the time, as something strange was going on, by answering the race coordinator as myself, rather than the racer.  And then, right away, the car's off the cliff, and I'm there meditating with him.  And then, they separated only the "waking consciousness" of Kenneth Wayne Parker, who woke up in bed.  Other parts of me accompanied the athlete into the Clear Light, in the Tibetan Book of the Dead. 

This is enough for now.  I may add to the article (rather than simply commenting), and this might even turn into a story in my Alida Chronicles BLOG.

Thank you!