From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   On Monday, October 7, 2019 at 12:48:25 PM UTC-5, Richard Silk wrote:   
      
   OK, so it's been 7 days since my last confession— um, posting. 0:-)   
      
   This is Monday, so going back to last Friday evening, I attended a picnic   
   (gathering) of my 40th high school class reunion.  I didn't attend the shindig   
   party at the Country Club on Saturday, as it carried something like a whopping   
   $40 ticket or such.     
   When one has no income, that just doesn't work.   
      
   Dreams?  Tons of 'em.  Too many to type up every day, for sure!  But there was   
   one vision I had a day or so ago, possibly during a nap (can't be sure,   
   doesn't really matter) that was something of a recurring vision I've been   
   trying to identify, and I *   
   think* I may have it:   
      
   It starts as a field of black, as in deep space.  Not so much black (as a   
   solid black object) but black as in a field of emptiness, without light.   
      
   Then my attention is drawn to the scattering of tiny white particles which   
   come into focus as dust, reminiscent of what one might see on a summer day,   
   not floating in the air so much as lying upon a shelf that's not been dusted   
   in some time.  Only there'   
   s no shelf, just this empty plane of empty space with a single plane of dust   
   particles:  LOTS of them!  Note that these are not as points of light as one   
   would see the stars on a clear night, but as dust, as one might see on a shelf   
   or desktop.   
      
   As I'm trying to figure out what these dust particles represent, trying to   
   focus in on the particles themselves (as in "What could this possibly mean?    
   And why am I seeing this?) the particles seems to change a bit, slightly   
   larger, rounder, but again,    
   not as points of light but as tiny crumbs of bread.  There's one small   
   difference, however:  a bread crumb typically appears as a solid crumb of   
   white.  These were more like bubbles, with the dimension being visible as one   
   might envision a soap bubble:     
   they were highlighted (I was focusing in on one in particular) in a manner   
   similar to an older Windows desktop wallpaper from back around the '95 / '98   
   era, which as I recall was also a basically black and white motif.  There's a   
   similar wallpaper in XP    
   called "Soap Bubbles" which has the general appearance of what I was seeing,   
   only it's in blue and white rather than black and white.  I was trying to make   
   some sense of what those bubble-crumb-like images were as the vision ended / I   
   returned to an    
   awakened-state of consciousness.   
      
   I *suspect* now that this *could* have been the result of my breakfast routine   
   this morning (I got up earlier than usual for the past few years, not that I   
   haven't gotten up earlier in recent times.)  The "Hunter's (Full) Moon" was   
   setting in the west as    
   the light of dawn began creeping in from the east.  I could detect the moon   
   moving since I was viewing it through my bedroom window, and the screen   
   created a perfect foreground grid pattern by which the moon's tiny,   
   incremental motions could be viewed.     
   Sure, it's traveling at some astronomical rate of speed through space, but   
   relative motion here on Earth is like watching the minute hand on a clock   
   move, only perhaps a tad slower than a minute hand.   
      
   As the moon began to (apparently) set behind a tree, I tried measuring the   
   tiny grids of the screen, coming to about 5 across, 6 max (as a round object   
   may look a bit sectioned around the edges behind a square grid) :-)   
      
   Several dreams have involved security-type scenarios such as at a higher level   
   of management, say, at a Homeland or FBI level.  (The CIA is not supposed to   
   be running ops on US soil, so they're not automatically included here as a   
   possible referent of    
   interpretation.)  I'm not going to dig into the details of any of these dreams   
   at this moment, and so let them evaporate into the mists of dreamland, other   
   than to simply note their having been of recollection if I'd focused on them.   
      
   One slightly goofier dream, however, involved "Hetty" ("Henrietta Lange") from   
   the NCIS LA TV series.  She's possibly Mom's favorite character from the show   
   (or so it would seem from my POV.)  At any rate, in this particular clip, the   
   dreamer is sitting    
   on the south-eastern corner of Mom's bed in her bedroom (of course) while   
   there seems to be a box of material beneath it.  Hetty is involved in some   
   kind of housecleaning process where every digital device in the office   
   (remember, this is set in Mom's    
   bedroom, but the action is office-related) is being rounded up and placed in a   
   pile for inspection, a kind of high-tech bug sweep (of course, this is   
   basically senseless if the chips running said equipment have been bugged at   
   the chip-level, but that's    
   another paranoia / conspiracy theory and not a part of the dream.)  There's an   
   old circa 1940s or possibly '50s manual typewriter, portable (from my POV)   
   that is pre-electronic era, and I'm asking Hetty, "Electric typewriters are   
   exempt, right?" (I know,    
   I SAID "electric," but I was holding the manual, and *meant* manual.)  She   
   acknowledged this, then I verbally corrected myself, "I mean 'manual'."  She   
   acknowledged this correction, in the sense of "I realize what you meant" as   
   there was a tiny feedback    
   of thought regarding "what you meant, knowing you know I knew what you meant,"   
   but it wasn't verbalized.   
      
   Then the focus became the box (mentioned earlier) under the SE corner of the   
   bed, which contained apparent Christmas ornamentation and a small, aluminum   
   tree, perhaps 3' long, and rather narrow, more like a branch off a pine tree   
   than an actual tree.     
   For some reason, it had a kind of emotional connection to my late sister,   
   Cynthia, although I couldn't consciously make that connection and was   
   *slightly* puzzled by it within the dream, but not enough to consciously   
   change the course of action.  For    
   whatever reason, however, I felt inclined to ask Hetty for a hug (as I, the   
   dreamer, was sitting on the corner of the bed, and as Hetty is a VERY short   
   person in real life, this seemed like the opportune moment, as she was   
   standing in front of where I    
   was sitting.)  "Of course," she responded, but I can't actually say those   
   words were *said* as much as *felt* as she leaned in and there was an embrace,   
   felt at chest-to-chest level, covering about right below the collarbone to the   
   top of the sternum,    
   and of course, arms wrapping around each other's torso.  It was pretty much   
   just a kind, warm hug.  And kind of short.  Dream ended.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)