From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2019/09/02 Monday (Labor Day Weekend)   
      
   Just a foreword, sometimes I think some of my dreams, while potentially being   
   of alternative dimensions / realities / dreamscapes, may also serve as   
   potential plot lines of stories, as if my subconscious may be generating plot   
   lines for me to write about.   
     Well, I certainly write about them (at times) here in the dreams forum.   
      
   Woke up this morning from a dream that led directly into a condition of   
   consciously, mentally pondering about the Dead Sea Scrolls, but conscious,   
   near waking thoughts really aren't part of this forum, so back to the dream   
   the led INTO these thoughts:   
      
   I had just taken a bite of a fortune cookie (shaped like one, at any rate)   
   only instead of breaking it open to remove the fortune, I'd simply popped it   
   into my mouth and began chewing.  The focus of the event was about the paper   
   strip itself, as if it    
   had been designed to dissolve in the mouth, just in case someone accidentally   
   ate a cookie as depicted in the dream's action.  FYI, I believe rice paper   
   would do this perfectly.   
      
   Another dream involved a rather long hunt, as if in two sections:  The later   
   part involved (my) having discovered an area of land that floods when it   
   rains.  Not quite an intentional detention pond, but rather a low area of land   
   that simply has a    
   tendency to pond-up, puddle, whenever there's enough rain to fill it.  The   
   part of the dream prior to this involved a group of people out looking for   
   artifacts of some sort or another.  One may simply use the word "treasure,"   
   but artifacts seems more of    
   an appropriate word.  The strange part of this search is that they seem to be   
   searching *beneath* / under the area with the pond detention, as if there were   
   caves beneath the ground, and in at least one place, I could *just barely*   
   communicate between    
   the place where I was (above ground) with where they were (below ground.)    
   This wasn't like a bad conversation connection, but more like I could detect   
   their sounds below, and tried to make myself heard from above, although I do   
   not recall there having    
   actually been any real communication established.   
      
   An earlier dream involved a work or group setting where some people seemed to   
   have an antagonistic perspective toward me, specifically, as if I had looted   
   something of theirs, or at least availed myself of something that was at   
   liberty to be taken, but    
   they weren't happy about it, so they were "after" me.  I seemed to have one or   
   more other people trying to help me get away from the angry folk, but this   
   dream ended before either being captured OR having made a clean getaway, but   
   somehow I feel it was    
   leading more toward a successful exit.   
      
   Another dream involved cleaning up a slew of— stuff— from a room / home   
   environment.  This stuff all seemed to be from the early period of my 3   
   children with JAT.  There was a mixed emotion of sadness (loneliness /   
   nostalgia) along with resentment    
   that this mess had not been cleaned up along with a concern that there *MAY*   
   be elements of memories with Gina interspersed, say, as photos or documents   
   tucked between book pages.  This dream is perhaps a huge nostalgic look at   
   how, despite the joys and    
   frustrations I encountered while being the parent of three children and   
   dealing with a psychotic female (JAT) I still had thoughts of Gina permeating   
   my mind, both subconsciously as well as consciously.  A man cannot serve two   
   masters:  I could not have    
   been striving for a future with Gina while teamed up with JAT.  Thus, it was   
   only inevitable that the weaker "condition" of living with JAT dissolved.   
      
   Another dream of a rare but familiar setting, as if in yards or lots with   
   trees, practically forested (LARGE yards with long, rectangular acreage, from   
   the road going BACK, not width-wise) but the location is only *similar* to Old   
   Lascassas Road, NOT    
   actually the old road itself— someplace different— but I can't remember   
   any of the action that occurred in the dream— nada— only the location   
   itself.  No idea of why I was dreaming of the location / scene.  It MAY have   
   been the setting that led    
   to the dream (described above) regarding finding something and leaving with it.   
      
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