{"id":2039,"date":"2026-05-07T12:05:55","date_gmt":"2026-05-07T17:05:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/?p=2039"},"modified":"2026-05-23T11:10:58","modified_gmt":"2026-05-23T16:10:58","slug":"the-psychic-ruins-my-belief-in-the-afterlife","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/2026\/05\/the-psychic-ruins-my-belief-in-the-afterlife\/","title":{"rendered":"My Friend Tells Me Her Dream On a Camping Trip"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">My friend\u2019s favorite pastime is gardening,<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">mine is writing poems.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">I\u2019ve told her I hate poems that begin with dreams<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">because no one really cares.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">After shaking the dew from our chairs<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">and settling into our morning coffee,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">she starts. Her uncle killed a bison<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">in Yellowstone while the family vacationed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">Strange she was with her cousins<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">and even stranger it was with a bow and arrow,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">not a gun. So much blood spurted<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">from the bison\u2019s side and then suddenly she<\/span><\/p>\n<p><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">heard the geyser gurgling, spitting<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">filling the sky. She and the family rushed<\/span><\/p>\n<p><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">to see it, leaving the uncle behind.<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">I don\u2019t ask her to say more.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">By noon, we\u2019re hours into a hike<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">and she says to me,<\/span> <em><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">My uncle<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><br role=\"presentation\" \/><em><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">is actually my father and<\/span><\/em><br role=\"presentation\" \/><em><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">I am the bison.<\/span><\/em> <span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">I wonder what I do<\/span><\/p>\n<p><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">with that. It\u2019s just a dream but<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">it\u2019s still a serious allegation.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">If I were a real friend,<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">I\u2019d ask:<\/span> <em><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">What did he do to you?<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">I buy time and say,<\/span> <em><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">Things can<\/span><\/em><br role=\"presentation\" \/><em><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">get mixed up in dreams<\/span><\/em><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">, like<\/span><\/p>\n<p><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">we can taste a blossoming apple tree,<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">the scent of hibiscus can sit on our tongues.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\"><em>Keep pondering<\/em>,<\/span> <span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">I say.<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">At dusk, light splits among the trees<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">and I place our chairs by the fire.<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">I\u2019d really like to talk about my upcoming trip<\/span><\/p>\n<p><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">cruising the Danube this fall<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">or how my oldest daughter wants to have a child.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">The sausages begin to sizzle and spit<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">in the pan over the open fire. We pass the whiskey<\/span><\/p>\n<p><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">back and forth. I sense she\u2019s thinking about the dream.<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">I ask,<\/span> <em><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">Do you know if the bison lived?<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">She tells me it died<\/span><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">,<\/span> <span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">but since she appeared in the dream,<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\"><em>it reaffirms I have forgiven my father<\/em>,<\/span> <span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">she says.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">Late into the night, we talk about other things:<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">how we find ourselves time-bent, happy<\/span><\/p>\n<p><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">not to be alone, a bit tired, grateful for some friends<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">and family, and the dog snoring at our feet.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My friend\u2019s favorite pastime is gardening,mine is writing poems. I\u2019ve told her I hate poems that begin with dreamsbecause no one really cares. 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