Dan Gollub
Bio
I have a master's in psychology and am working as a psychologist. I've published original research articles, including a new approach of mine to interpreting dreams. I've had two science fiction stories published.
Stories (8/0)
The Dog And His Runner
The Dog And His Runner; Bridging The Great Divide Wolfgang saw I had a leash in my hand as I walked toward him. He began dancing around. “Come on, new friend,” I said. “Let’s go for a run.” It was hard to attach the leash due to his dancing around. Then, the mission accomplished, we exited his all-too-familiar back yard.
By Dan Gollub2 years ago in Fiction
Singing To The Barn Owl
Singing To The Barn Owl; A New Beginning I inherited a country estate, which consisted of a house, a barn, and five and a half acres where two horses had been kept. I’d been longing for a place in the countryside where I didn’t have to listen to traffic noises and barking dogs. Well, now I could get dogs if I wanted them, and I figured I could tolerate their barks since they were family. The house seemed in reasonable shape. It needed a good cleaning, but so did my house in the city. Walking toward the barn, I noticed one of the windows was open. I hoped the exposure to the elements hadn’t damaged what was inside. I saw no signs of deterioration when I entered. I saw no mold or fungi, although I didn’t know if I’d recognize those elements if they were present. The barn had two horse stalls, plus a common area where I imagined hay had been kept. I saw small dung pellets scattered on the floor. I guessed they were from one or more owls. I looked up at the rafters. I didn’t see any owls or other birds. Perhaps the owl or owls only came in at night, after they’d hunted during the day for mice or whatever else was on their diet.
By Dan Gollub2 years ago in Earth
Resolutions
Resolutions; They Must And Will Continue To Happen I will continue to take Alphabarker for runs. He is so eager for them. And in a way I am too. It doesn’t matter that I’m tired when I get home from work in the late afternoon. We live in the semi-countryside and the smells in the fields and perhaps even along the dirt roads are so entrancing to him. Watching his frenzy, I can almost forget the troubles in the world. And afterwards, sometimes, relaxing at home after a shower and food in my stomach, it’s as if the foliage and the colors and the sky all smile at me. I would say the crows do as well, except maybe that’s a stretch.
By Dan Gollub2 years ago in Confessions
Resolutions
Resolutions; They Must And Will Continue To Happen I will continue to take Alphabarker for runs. He is so eager for them. And in a way I am too. It doesn’t matter that I’m tired when I get home from work in the late afternoon. We live in the semi-countryside and the smells in the fields and perhaps even along the dirt roads are so entrancing to him. Watching his frenzy, I can almost forget the troubles in the world. And afterwards, sometimes, relaxing at home after a shower and food in my stomach, it’s as if the foliage and the colors and the sky all smile at me. I would say the crows do as well, except maybe that’s a stretch.
By Dan Gollub2 years ago in Confessions
The Wonder Of Dreams
The Wonder Of Dreams; An Original Approach To Interpreting Them Dan Gollub I became interested in my dreams after a woman I knew seemed to speak to me in the dream as if we were having an actual conversation. Was that dream telepathic? I didn’t know, yet how extraordinary the dream seemed regardless. Subsequent dreams didn’t include any potential examples of telepathy, but each was intriguing in its own way. What did my dreams mean? How could I understand the wonderful messages they surely contained?
By Dan Gollub3 years ago in Education
Miracles Happen
Miracles Happen; Sometimes By Chance, Sometimes By Design Dan Gollub He decided to attend a group therapy session at a church. He’d never done it before, but he was at a major crossroads in his life and it would be helpful to express his views and feelings. Everyone in the group was a stranger. He was glad about that. He didn’t want anyone he knew to feel pity for him. When it was his turn to speak, he said, “My name is Carl Etherbridge. It’s an unusual name, and for more reasons than that some of the high school kids bullied me. That doesn’t matter now. The future is all that matters. My future had looked bright and promising. It still does, but less immediately so. I’m in my third year of college. I’m majoring in biology. I have dreams of the great research projects I will carry out. For example, there must be some way of improving the epigenetic status of people who have been through a lot of suffering. But I’m going to have to drop out of school after this semester to work at least two jobs in order to build up my savings. My great future will be deferred.” How did they feel about his fervent belief in his research capabilities? He wondered if he was blushing. “I promise you I will stay on the straight and narrow even when I’m not in school. I won’t do anything which might diminish my brain’s functioning. I don’t use recreational drugs. Nor do I use alcohol. I sometimes attend the Wild Tree Corral nightclub on Saturday nights, and I order a glass or two of tomato juice there. I’m glad to be around people then, and sometimes one of the women there will accept my invitation to dance. If I were in a relationship, I would treat that woman well. She’d have to accept my need to spend long hours studying, and I’d try to make it up to her as best I could. Thanks for listening to me.”
By Dan Gollub3 years ago in Futurism