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   Richard Silk to All   
   2019/10/15 Tuesday: The Ides of October.   
   15 Oct 19 08:10:08   
   
   From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2019/10/15 Tuesday:  The Ides of October....   
      
   It was on this night in 1981 that I was with Gina in her dorm room at MTSU.    
   As I laid down in her arms, I actually gave a prayer of thanks to God for   
   sending me the woman I needed to bare my children.  And although she and I are   
   yet to be married, and    
   as far as I know she's not had any children, it turns out the 2nd woman I   
   married, Helen, was born on 10/15 (1960) AND the 2nd woman who bore me   
   children, Joyce, was also born on 10/15 (1987) so needless to say it's an   
   interesting day for me:  the Ides    
   of October.   
      
   Dream in a Stream:   
      
   I (the dreamer) was actually IN a narrow stream, with a nearly subconscious   
   narration, or discussion in the background, having to do with the stream   
   having been bare of fish, but now there was a stream full of them, all having   
   flowed into my immediate    
   vicinity.  I saw a fish much like a salmon, perhaps a foot long, with sharp,   
   piranha-like teeth, and easily pinched its tail between my right thumb and   
   index finger knuckle,  and attempted to toss it up onto shore, but being in   
   the stream myself (as in    
   completely submerged within it) the fling only managed to toss the fish a   
   small distance away, yet it still remained within the stream.  Now sure, I   
   could have probably picked another fish, but I felt I had to accomplish   
   something, so I moved up on this    
   fish, only I tried to get it by its body, and it made a flex to the right and   
   bit down upon my index finger, leaving a streak of scraped skin (actually   
   taking off the outer layer of epidermis) so in the next moment, I'm using my   
   lawn-work gloves and    
   holding it firmly around its mid-section.  The fish realizes my gloves cannot   
   be bitten through, and becomes submissive, so to speak, in that it stops   
   struggling.   
      
   Although the dream basically ends at this point, I had some half-conscious   
   ideas on how best to transport this fish as if I were going to have it for   
   dinner, except a few semi-conscious thoughts began to surface, such as "What   
   if that's not really a fish,   
    but more of a symbol of a person's life force?" and that I really don't like   
   cleaning and gutting fish and beheading them and filleting them, though I sure   
   enjoy eating fish, but again, the idea of transporting the fish kept bothering   
   me, such as "   
   should I get a small tub and fill it with water?"  I'm more of the opinion (as   
   I type this) that the fish was actually representative of my relationship with   
   Gina, and that I should probably consider what I do in my dreams a bit more   
   carefully,    
   especially concerning this next dream:   
      
   Discovered artifacts?   
      
   In no particular area, I (the dreamer) found 2 moderately sized hubcaps,   
   perhaps 6" to 8" or 9" across, with a kind of "GHIA" (reminded me of the VW   
   model, Carmen Ghia) across the center.  They seemed to have a date associated   
   with them, of the mid-1930s    
   (like 1936) for some reason.  There was also a third, much smaller cap, only   
   about 3" in diameter, and I was unable to decipher what it had on it.  The   
   GHIA caps seemed Porsche-related, however, more than VW, although at one time,   
   IIRC, VW owns Porsche.     
   Regardless, I was feeling sort of in awe of these as exceptionally valuable   
   collector's items (such as for car restoration) but the more immediate urge to   
   take a hammer and whack them both was what occurred.  Only they weren't dented   
   in like one would    
   expect:  rather, they were "smushed in" as one might push in a button, such   
   that the center dome became flush with its tapered / sloped circumference.    
   When I awoke from *this* dream, I was very upset over what I'd done, as it   
   seemed wantonly destructive,   
    without purpose.   
      
   Another dream involved a wacky scenario regarding shopping (at say, a   
   Wal*Mart) along with a lesson on how to obtain things without having to pay   
   for them, along with another section on leaving a house / home while trying to   
   use a different exit method    
   while trying to set a house alarm.  All very strange.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)   

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