From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2019/08/21 Wednesday:   
      
   Sorry, sorry, tried to post this right after waking, and one thing led to   
   another, and here I am before bed, trying to post dreams from last night /   
   this morning (more this morning, actually.)   
      
   I had a brief image of what had the *sense* of being Chinese lotus art.    
   Granted, I've been visiting and posting a lot on a local lotus pond near my   
   home, but this felt like I was viewing a scene that was Chinese in origin.    
   Almost like a live view of a    
   greeting card, but it seemed "real," yet more like a stable vision / image   
   than a photo.   
   youtube.com/watch?v=AGOuHjWSDcA&list=PLuBy9z4HFCUbtp1BmxPAZs3CvNoTrAHWG   
      
   Had another dream involving entering an elevator.  As I walked into it, I   
   realized the action was shared with a female who also entered the elevator.  A   
   few notes on the female:  she seemed shorter than Gina by about a head.  The   
   female's head was also "   
   squatter" / wider than Gina's, and the female was also quite bald, with the   
   sense of being bald due to cancer chemotherapy, and the female also had the   
   aura of *being* Gina, although I'm relatively certain Gina is actually taller,   
   healthier, and has a    
   fine head of hair.  But in the dream, it felt exactly as if I'd just walked   
   into the elevator with her, which felt a tad awkward, especially as how I   
   tried recalling her name and couldn't.  I had a complete blank mind within the   
   dream.  The first name I    
   called aloud was "Cindy!" as Gina and Cindy have a *slight* resemblance, but   
   most people would never notice it.  I knew it wasn't "Cindy," felt it was   
   Gina, but still couldn't remember any name:  facing a total blank was quite an   
   unusual experience.     
   Finally, I threw my mind into gear by repeating a mantra of mine:  "Richard   
   and Gina White Silk"— along with an attempt to apologize for everything   
   that's happened between us— only the moment I started, she left and the   
   dream ended.   
      
   I had *several* other dreams to record, but they've evaporated over the course   
   of the day.  If they come back, I'll TRY to write them down.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)