From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2019/10/16 Wednesday:  The Day the Universe Split Apart (38 years ago.)   
      
   38 years ago, in 1981, this was the day that Gina said something that perhaps   
   I misinterpreted.  Either way, I achieved too much weight that I descended   
   into hell as she went along on her (possibly higher, certainly TRUER) path.    
   Funny thing though, I    
   have this sneaking hunch / inner feeling we may be coming back together soon.    
   I certainly hope so....   
      
   Meanwhile, last night I had a somewhat strange dream, possibly dreams, but   
   this is what I can recall:   
      
   There was a gal in need of employment.  There was some kind of legal condition   
   that she needed a job before 12 midnight or else some type of condition would   
   be violated and she would be in violation of her freedom (probation? parole?)   
   so I told her if    
   push came to shove, I could "hire" her for an hour, for perhaps $5.oo, for   
   performing some musical function.  There was some type of swirl of activity   
   that led away from this comment, that I found myself returning "later" to ask   
   her what her condition    
   might be— to find out she'd found a job somewhere and wouldn't need to take   
   me up on my offer.   
      
   At some point, I have a vague recollection of having stuffed / practically   
   shoveled *dimes* into a coat pocket.  This "background component" was more of   
   a memory than a dream segment, but later I was in a scene where the coat was   
   turned upside down, and    
   a HUGE PILE of dimes spilled out, as if the coat pocket had perhaps had a hole   
   in it, and all the dimes had collected within the lining.   
      
   Not sure how this all fits together, or if it even does, but the dreamer (I)   
   was later in a scene, standing in a dark blue suit and tie, with a black (or   
   dark) female, perhaps a good foot or more shorter, in some casual conversation   
   in a something *   
   similar* to a hotel room.  Whatever positioning or maneuvering there was   
   resulted with her standing out in the hallway, looking in, as the dreamer was   
   about to close the door on her.  "I" realized this was perhaps a second away   
   from saying "goodbye" when    
   she mentioned something of an apology, not having realized she'd placed me in   
   an awkward position (being alone with a female in a room) saying something   
   like, "I'm sorry; I realize you're a man of God...."   
      
   To which I replied, "That's OK, no problem.  But if you'd like a *massage,* I   
   could do that if you like."  She was back inside my room in a whoosh then the   
   dream ended.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)