(1) I was a young senior – high school? college? Hard to say. But in my school, they were helping an estate get rid of a lot of written material that the deceased had collected in boxes and files. They took up the entire gym. Volunteers from the school were assisting by going through the files and making sure that there was nothing in them that was of value and should be saved. I was one of the volunteers.

While I didn’t find anything of monetary value, I did find a few things of clearly no value, but which interested me and I decided to save. They clearly were not the things the estate wanted to save, so I put them in my pocket for myself. One of the school officials saw me do that, and yelled at me to stop. We spoke and I explained what I was doing and he told me to sneak out the back door, but not to come back.

Later I ran into a rabbi whom I knew, who had heard all about this incident and balled me out, telling me it was just another example of my problems, and that this shows why nobody likes me. I told him that I thought he was my friend; why was he talking this way? He told me that I was sort of a friend, but he was just being honest.

Later I was at a lunch, or I was going to lunch, or something and I was talking to two “friends”, one male and one female. They had heard about the incident, too, and told me the same thing. This is why no one liked me or wanted to be around me. And never had.

I was shocked, and told them that I never knew people didn’t like me until now. It was their turn to be shocked, as they couldn’t believe that. I vowed to myself to change my ways, so more people would like me. But then I realized that I had no idea what was wrong, so I had no way to know how to make it right.

Then I woke up.

(2) I was traveling to Europe. I was on a plane by myself, but going to join a group (I knew no one in the group) there for a tour or a series of activities. I met the group. All seemed nice. We were all dressed in nice travel clothes (remember those days?). The men had on sports jackets; the women dresses and heels (not stilettos). It was a warm, sunny day.

Our tour leader told us that our first stop was going to be a work camp. We didn’t know what that was, but it sounded like something interesting to see. When we got there we learned, we were not there to see it, but to work. We were all overdressed and tired. We were led into a room and given uniforms and told to change. We did.

When we went back outside, we asked how long we would be working. It was approximately 3:30 in the afternoon. We were told that our shift would end about 10 p.m. We were aghast. This is not what we thought we had signed up for. I said that I was 80 years old and couldn’t do this kind of work (I have no idea what it was) for over 6 hours. I was ignored.

I woke up again.