From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2019/09/21 Saturday:   
      
   My dog *insisted* I get up this morning.  Sure, I wanted to sleep some more.    
   I'd already managed to put her out to pee earlier at daybreak, but now she was   
   just demanding I get up.  She's napping under my feet now.  Typical.   
      
   At any rate, the dream I last had before waking involved my last sister,   
   Cynthia:   
      
   There was a kind of building, house-like, but also with a structure more like   
   the middle school she and I both attended:  with a central lobby, and two   
   wings off to either side.  My room was in the wing to the right off the   
   lobby.  I can't recall exactly    
   why I went to Cynthia's room, which was across the lobby, along the left wing,   
   then right around a corner.  I finger knuckle-knocked lightly on the door,   
   which was partially ajar, and asked if I could come in, then sorta walked   
   gently in.  Again, I can't    
   recall what led to what here, but the issue of her computer having a problem   
   was brought up.  My original advice to here was to take a screenshot of the   
   error the next time it arose and save it for me.  "You do know how to use the   
   Print Screen button,    
   right?"  Well, it seemed a bit vague to her, so I looked on her keyboard for   
   the PRNT SCR button, or something like it.  At first, I had a *tiny* bit of   
   trouble finding it, as one does when looking at a different keyboard, but then   
   I found it and hit it    
   once, just to show her how it works.  (Nothing happens, but a copy of the   
   "picture" of whatever was on the screen is transferred to short-term / copy /   
   paste memory.)  Now came the slightly more difficult part of teaching her how   
   to "paste" the picture (   
   into the paint.exe program) and save it as a file.  Here's where things got   
   slightly unusual.  Her desktop / operating system was acting like it had a   
   huge monitor / flat screen, BUT only used the left 75% of it, while the right   
   section was used for text    
   driven operation, sorta like old DOS or UNIX line command format, which was   
   going to be a bit too complex for what was supposed to be a short, easy   
   example / lesson.   
      
   Then, the paint.exe program was not running as it was supposed to.  Apparently   
   there were administrator / user permissions in place, with her logged in   
   (apparently) as a user instead of as an administrator, which would easily   
   explain WHY her system didn'   
   t have access to a relatively simple .exe program.   
      
   THEN I noticed her system was responding VERY sluggishly.  TOO sluggishly, to   
   be sure!  I asked / told her:  "Has your system *always* been this slow?  It's   
   running like it's a decade older than MY system, and my system is decades   
   old!"  (which it is, as    
   this is 2019 and my laptop is using a system originally designed in 2002.   
   Actually, 9568QF1 was built on 22 FEB 2008, so it's just 11 years old.  At any   
   rate, back in the dream, I told her, "I *think* you may have a memory   
   problem," along the lines of    
   her system was running as if it had a bad stick of memory and was trying the   
   best it could to get by.  Diagnosing and replacing a bad stick of memory is   
   relatively an easy matter, but I didn't get into it at that time, because   
   there was also the matter    
   that her computer MAY have been a company computer and she simply didn't have   
   the authority to change anything on it.  At any rate, that dream ended and my   
   dog started trying to wake me up (AFTER) the dream ended and as I was   
   reviewing the dream in my    
   mind, ONLY THEN did it occur to me that Cynthia died a year ago last August   
   (from pancreatic cancer.  I don't see Alex Trebek actually beating his, but   
   who knows?)   
      
   A few other dreams I had last night don't seem to be that interesting or   
   forthcoming.  Something to do with observation of potentially criminal   
   activity, but nothing was quite clear enough to make that distinction.    
   Another seemed centered around travel.    
    I have quite a number of travel-based dreams in general.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)