From: deuman04@comcast.net   
      
   I had a dream   
      
   Words: 600   
      
   Last night's dream September 8, 2005 was titled: "I had a dream".   
      
   In the dream, I was looking for my native cousins. The Washburn clan came to   
   the United States of America 10 years after the Mayflower landed at Plymouth   
   Rock. One clan member married the Mayflower orphan. The other four brothers   
   were wandering around picking berries-for-sex with the native women. They   
   bred like rabbits, as they moved westward.   
      
   My father's grandfather had his family tree traced. Therefore my father knew   
   his nationalities when he told me that I was Scotch, Dutch, English, Irish   
   and Indian. To which tribe, father did not know. I feel that it would be   
   easier for my native cousins to find me, than for me to look for old records   
   that do not exist at the USA public registries.   
      
   My husband was born and raised in Pontiac, Michigan. Hubby's mother also has   
   native cousins. Hubby and his cousins are probably ancestors of Chief   
   Pontiac.   
      
   I am now changing the subject to Mississippi Casino Run. Mississippi is one   
   of the poorest places in the United States. They are extremely backwards and   
   they don't know whom the USA has as listed as the official god: 1) USP and   
   2) US Government.   
      
   When Hubby and I did a Mississippi Casino Run in 2002 or 2003, we traveled   
   as poker players. First we went to Tunica, and then Vicksburg. We almost   
   drove to the Grand at the coast, but the poker-rate-tourist cost was   
   $100-a-night. We were paying $25-a-night at the Grand in Tunica. Hubby and I   
   stayed 4 nights in Vicksburg. It was the cleanest and politest place that we   
   had ever visited. The main attraction was 4 casinos, a civil war   
   battlefield, and a bridge across the Mississippi to Louisiana.   
      
   We returned to Tunica. Hubby wanted to play poker, for 4 days he did   
   everything that I wanted to do. We both did want to stay in Mississippi for   
   a month and going to the Grand on the Gulf would be too expensive. Hubby had   
   a classmate that called himself a professional gambler. The professional   
   gambler could live at the Tunica Grand for $100 a week, which included food,   
   maid service, and, etc. The only reason Hubby's classmate left the Grand was   
   because he found a nice lady that he wanted to call his girlfriend. She told   
   him that Professional River Boat Gamblers had a bad reputation. I was   
   impressed when Hubby's classmate said that when you file your income tax,   
   your tax accountant has to list your occupation as a "Professional Gambler"   
   then you can deduct ALL your losses from all your Social Security income.   
      
   Now 2005 in Mississippi, disease and sickness seem to be a big problem. I   
   started writing my mother's Eulogy in 1998. She had said that she liked the   
   tune. Mother died in 1999, so I changed it to father's Eulogy. Father died   
   in 2001, so I changed the song to My Eulogy. When I was going to the Oakland   
   County's Writers Workshop (1979 - 2001), a singer help me write the notes   
   that went with the words.   
      
   She drew the G clef and the placed two 4's vertical next to it.   
      
   My Eulogy   
      
   By Voice of Doom   
      
   When the Big Boy calls my name   
      
   I'll go with Him.   
      
   He loves me more than all the Earth,   
      
   He loves me more than any one could   
      
   So when the Big Boy takes His walk   
      
   I'll follow Him.   
      
   He'll take me there to that Promise Land,   
      
   And I'll be there with my sweetie   
      
   When Death comes for me,   
      
   I won't be afraid.   
      
   He'll be there to take my hand,   
      
   And guide me each step of the way.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)