From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2019/08/23 Friday: Dreamt of Beachum    
      
   LAST year, IRL, my sister Cynthia passed away on 8/24/2018 around 10 PM.  This   
   has been weighing on my mind a bit, as Mom is 89 and did not take her passing   
   (from Pancreatic Cancer) all that well.  This will be the end of her one year   
   in mourning, as    
   they say, but somehow I doubt mothers ever *stop* mourning the loss of their   
   children.  Anyway, it's something of an undercurrent of the rest of this VERY   
   LONG dream sequence.   
      
   But before getting to that, there are two things I'd like to catch up on, one   
   that I may have forgotten to put in, and one I know I forgot to put in:   
      
   Either 2 or 3 nights past, I had a dream that involved a feeling, as if I were   
   using the 3 middle fingers (index, middle, and ring) of my right hand to poke   
   against something, at which I had a brief flash image of myself, in a sort of   
   astral light (   
   silver white contrasted against black) that was a picture perfect image of my   
   present age.  Last Saturday, IRL, Mom tried getting up on a chair to get a box   
   off a closet shelf and found herself too weak to stand, but rather than   
   falling off, she came    
   down vertically, shinning her shin such that I had to dig out some gauze   
   patches and an ace bandage to wrap her up after heavy rinsing with hydrogen   
   peroxide (she refused to go to a walk-in clinic or the ER.)  However, on   
   Sunday, I tried to change the    
   bandage, and sure enough, it was stuck to the wound, and I didn't have the   
   skill to remove it, so she relented to going to a clinic, where they were able   
   to debride the gauze from the wound and used something called "Xeroform"   
   instead (which was cool!)    
   as it had an antibiotic and did not stick to the wound.  Long story short (too   
   late!) we got some Kroger-brand (less expensive) Neosporin® and some   
   non-stick gauze pads and now we're fine.  Hopefully she won't be climbing any   
   more chairs or ladders, but    
   the point is I was touching her leg to administer first aid, and I SUSPECT   
   that was the cause of the 3 fingers poking / astral flash that occurred.   
      
   The other dream was a segment from the night before last that I forgot to   
   include when posting because it was so short and had nothing to do with the   
   segment chain:  My oldest sister, Sherry, was singing some kind of lilty song   
   (she sings like someone    
   who uses their speaking voice for singing) and while I heard it rather clearly   
   and distinctly, the words were evaporated by the time I went to posting   
   yesterday (this was somewhere near the sprouting vine segment.)   
      
   Now to last night's dreams:  There was a bird fluttering loose in the house,   
   and I was unable to capture it.  However, later in the night, I had a dream of   
   a small bird in the house, and I was able to stretch out my right arm to my   
   right, turn my hand    
   backwards, and manage to scoop it up from behind and hold it gently so as not   
   to crush it.  I stepped outside (from the back sunroom) and turned it loose.    
   However, the house itself was the setting for a few other segments, but before   
   I get to them,    
   there's the one about a small, red, sports car, not unlike my mother's   
   father's old "Deke" (Dēk) except this car was modern.  I sat inside it for   
   some reason and the engine turned over unexpectedly.  I exited the car, and   
   tried to figure out what    
   happened, then found something like just closing the door while sitting inside   
   causes the engine to turn over.  Parts of this sequence were scattered in   
   various places like leaves blown around after a storm, but stitched back   
   together, they form a story    
   line like this:   
   I informed a nice guy (young, over 20, maybe under 30, over 5', less than 6',   
   reddish blonde hair, medium build, but soft, not muscled/ripped) that I needed   
   to borrow his car, which caused him some distress, but he was amenable, if   
   perhaps hesitant /    
   reluctant, but he did not say "No," so I left to get in the car (he seemed to   
   have been sitting in a restaurant.)  I found myself at a gas station, the kind   
   with 3 stations out front (3 hoses from which to fill 3 cars) and I was trying   
   to pre-pay a pump.    
    Two of them seemed snatched out by other customers as I reserved the   
   remaining one.  When I returned the car to the guy at the restaurant, I tossed   
   him his keys (where did THEY come from?) and thanked him, and told him I   
   filled the tank, and walked out,    
   at which point I heard some *3rd* party saying something about his not   
   expecting to ever see his car again!   
      
   The house sequences were unusual in the sense that the dream(s) were more   
   about the house itself rather than as a setting for something else.  I recall   
   seeing a closet completely bare, as if it had been cleaned out, except for   
   perhaps one item that had    
   been left behind.  This had the image of the house being emptied in   
   preparation for sale.  There was a sub-story involving a vehicle that had just   
   been purchased, sitting out in the driveway, and some female wanting me to get   
   the tag off quickly before    
   someone showed up to see how much it had cost.   
      
   Some portion of a dream involving a group of people including a woman who   
   remembered me (or I remembered her) from Grace Lutheran Church, although at   
   this point in time I can't even remember the woman's face or name that was   
   given in the dream.  She    
   appeared to be dressed for polite (upper crust?) company BUT was wearing a   
   kind of bracelet that had the sense of being a handcuff. We were discussing my   
   (former) singing voice (my real life brain injury affected half my vocal   
   cords, so I just don't sing    
   anymore) but other than that, I can't recall anything else about why we were   
   there, or even where "there" represented, although it did seem to have a   
   building-type setting, perhaps like outside an art museum or artsy house?   
      
      
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