From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2019/08/28 Wednesday:   
      
   Although there were others, this is the only dream sequence I can recall at   
   this time:   
      
   For whatever reason, I dreamt my dog somehow ended up in the Atlantic ocean   
   and had to swim to shore.  Apparently she was fitted with a GPS collar such   
   that I could track her location, and I watched a dotted line on a display of   
   some sort (it was more of    
   a single mental image) heading for an island somewhere below Florida, possibly   
   the Dominican Republic (or so I thought) and I felt a relief that she'd made   
   it to land.  Then the dotted line continued SE until it curved upward to what   
   others would    
   consider the southern tip of Africa, although the mental map image wasn't   
   quite exactly that.  South America is more S, SW of the DR (or the island I   
   considered to represent the DR) but the location the dog arrived at would   
   indicate Africa, although the    
   shape was closer to SA (a clarity of 5 due to the lack of clarity.)   
      
   So now, I'm wondering how she got there?  That's WAY too far for any land   
   animal to swim, but if she had somehow caught a ride on any type of water or   
   aircraft, that would explain the journey.  So now I'm contemplating how to get   
   my dog *back,* and there'   
   s some type of scenario hatching where a person or persons in a vehicle on   
   Greenland Drive (across from Reeves Rogers) of non-Caucasian ethnicity seem to   
   have some interest in the matter.  I somehow manage to signal them that I have   
   an interest in    
   meeting.  This is done via at least two methods:  a visual signal, as well as   
   perhaps a form of radio / satellite signal that's connected to my dog's   
   collar, which we last saw as (either in S.A. or Africa) far, far away.  There   
   are some other vague    
   concepts involved here but they've evaporated.  The scene seemed to shift   
   toward the south end of Scottland Drive, which in real life these days is a   
   traffic light controlled intersection which leads into MTSU, but in ages past,   
   was Wycliffe Court, a cul    
   de sac of homes.  However, in the dream, it's more of a rectangle of buildings   
   and/or trucks (semis / trailers) and there's some activity going on (in   
   hindsight / retrospect, this may have been symbolic of the illicit drug trade   
   going on between the USA    
   and other nations.)  The point is I end up approaching at least one or more of   
   these guys, and he's assuming I'm there to purchase some narcotic / opioid, to   
   which I have to inform him, I'm sorry, but I'm only there to find my dog, and   
   start to try to    
   explain the radio collar / GPS indication system when the dream ends.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)