From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   On Sunday, September 8, 2019 at 1:00:10 AM UTC-5, Richard Silk wrote:   
   > well, surprise surprise!  I discovered [an] electrical (household) power   
   glitch.   
      
   I just noticed I didn't post any dreams from Sunday morning, but oh well!   
      
   2019/09/09 Monday:   
   1) Recruitment?   
   2) Sex Under Pressure :)   
   3) Vampire Saga   
      
   In the first dream, "Recruitment?" I seem to be in a university-like setting,   
   where this young-ish looking guy (perhaps LATE 20s, to early 40s) seems   
   interested in recruiting me, but I'm basically hesitant, reluctant, if not   
   practically defiant because I    
   feel that, while I HAVE had band experience, having played trumpet for 13   
   years throughout school and college, I haven't played much if any lately (this   
   bit about my trumpet experience / ability is all based on real-life) but I'm   
   simply not qualified to    
   play as a performer by any means (well, except to little kids and perhaps solo   
   trumpet / bugling) but I get sat down in a type of classroom with some type of   
   paper-based research / data in front of me.  I was encountering a feeling of   
   apathy /    
   disinterest bordering upon resentment in this work when when the dream ended.   
      
   In a dream setting *similar* to my old living room (in a mobile home) on   
   Asbury Lane, I'm with two women (ages prime, young adulthood, under 40, closer   
   to 30s or 20s) and some of us are noting the analogue clocks experiencing some   
   very strange behavior.     
   The main one is a round, white-faced clock with black hands and numerals (NOT   
   Roman!) with a dash of red, possibly the second hand, but I wasn't paying THAT   
   close attention to the color scheme.  The diameter of the clocks's face was   
   perhaps 12", so the    
   action of its hands were clearly visible.  They started jumping backwards (and   
   perhaps forwards) so that suddenly no one really knew what time it was,   
   leastwise not in a traditional frame of reference.  There was a theory   
   presented as to what was causing    
   it, as the effect was noticed in the dream at least twice, although whether or   
   not that was the same effect being seen from two different points of view (or   
   references) is unclear.  What was clearer was when one of the gals, who bore a   
   striking    
   resemblance to my first ex-wife, née Mary Beth Stone, went to take a shower,   
   which was down the (narrow) hall to the left, being at least 16'-30' away.    
   While this was going on, the other gal seemed pruriently interested in me, and   
   while this seems    
   highly uncharacteristic of me in real life, we began (literally) necking with   
   her sitting on a piece of furniture, with her back toward the eastern wall.  I   
   was a bit amused that I seemed to have a kind of "permission" to do this, even   
   though in dreams,    
   these kind of actions nearly *never* get very far, as a dream typically   
   dissipates the moment something starts, but in this case, I definitely recall   
   nuzzling the right side of her neck (on my left) while also being mindful of   
   Beth in the shower.  Note    
   to readers:  Beth being in this mobile home is completely out of synch in real   
   life, time-wise, as my relationship with her was over *prior* to my having   
   lived in a mobile home.  The gal I was starting to make out with had a   
   red-headed-Joyce-type /    
   blended with Gina-type appearance, and I suspect that the moment the thought   
   of Gina entered my mind, the dream ended.   
      
   The vampire saga was actually kinda cool, and actually played out like an   
   actual screenplay:  the main character I remember was Laurence Fishburne, but   
   in more of a Mad Max / Walking Dead (survivor) type role, not at all like   
   Morpheus in the Matrix.  Now,   
    as there were two major roles, a protagonist AND an antagonist, and it's hard   
   to say whether the vampire or the non-vampire was which of these, I can't   
   really say which of these two characters he was as there's some evaporation   
   having already taken    
   place.  What I can say is the other character seemed more like a white guy in   
   his 40s or 50s, someone leaner than myself (I have a "hunter's paunch" for   
   sure!) and the rest of this has to be related in terms of Person A or Person B.   
      
   Person A approaches Person B's "territory," a bit like an encampment or yard   
   cleared out of the somewhat wilder environment.  They have a cordial greeting,   
   such that neither is seen as an immediate threat yet they are casually leery   
   of each other as well,   
    specifically when Person B begins discussing .  Apparently Person B (the   
   somewhat thinner, whiter guy) is wary of vampires and the sort, as they tend   
   to be a threat to daily existence.  Whether he is saying this to bait Person A   
   is another question, for    
   example, if a vampire were to speak disparagingly of vampires in order to   
   check an unknown's reaction, but according to legend, vampires can detect the   
   heartbeats of the warmblooded vs the absent heartbeat of the undead.   
      
   Regardless, a scuffle breaks out, with Person A charging into a type of   
   blanketed tunnel which has the effect of shielding him from direct sunlight.    
   There seems to be a confrontation of some sort within the blanket / tunnel as   
   well.  Exactly how this    
   confrontation ended is evaporated.  Now I want to know how the story ended!!   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)