From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2019/10/20 Sunday (recap)   
      
   It's 2:15 AM Sunday morning.  I need to catch up on some things while I was   
   busy mostly visiting someone in the hospital for the past few days (Thurs,   
   Fri, and half of Sat.)  But I'm going to bed now, hopefully to get up early   
   this morning (? maybe not?)    
   then I need to catch up on a few dreams I've had (provided I can remember them   
   all?) ... Later.   
      
   8:51 AM, after breakfast:  so last night / this morning, I had this peculiar   
   set of dreams involving potential hiding spots / evasion points along a   
   corridor / hallway of sorts, not that unlike a high school or smaller / older   
   building within a college    
   that's lined with lockers, only these "compartments" seemed a bit larger than   
   lockers.  I was looking for a place in which I could hide or evade for a short   
   while if necessary.   
      
   In another dream, I (the dreamer, possibly "we?) went along a country road   
   similar to where Asbury Road T-intersects with Old Nashville Hwy., only it   
   *seemed* in a more southern location that doesn't actually exist (or never   
   existed IRL TTBOMK.)  The    
   objective was to take a deposit of trash to a dumpster or recycling center in   
   the direction towards Smyrna (via the Florence Road area) only the traffic on   
   Old Nash Hwy was at a near standstill, filled with dump truck after dump   
   truck, the type one    
   normally sees filled with rock / gravel / dirt (heavy jokers with dump beds   
   made of rugged steel) and there's no visible end to the line headed northward   
   (towards Smyrna.)  "I" find myself traveling (as if on foot) along this line   
   of trucks, thinking I    
   MAY find a truck with enough empty space in it that I might *possibly* be able   
   to haul whatever load I've got and dump it into the rear of one of the   
   trucks.  As I'm heading northward, I meet a guy (or a few?  unclear) heading   
   in my direction, carrying    
   snacks, and he hands me a croissant or some such.  I'm a tad perturbed that it   
   seems to have very nearly left a mark on my long-sleeved (whitish / bluish)   
   shirt.  I'm pondering this "gift" of food when the dream ends.   
      
   AFTER post note:  it's now 1:35 PM, after Church, and it occurs to me the line   
   of dump trucks were at one time essential in the building of Northfield   
   Boulevard and the Church I attended located on that street.  The tiny form of   
   communion struck me as    
   possibly being the "food" that was offered in the dream.   
      
   Another dream I had before waking involved my late cousin, Linda (neé)   
   Seabold and her late first husband, Eric (Möhlberg?), and something involving   
   motorcycles, as if perhaps they arrived on them or perhaps I did, although I'm   
   not a cycle rider, and    
   to my knowledge, neither were they.  Not much occurred in the dream, but   
   afterwards, I was so elated by having met them in a dream that it took me a   
   while to recall that Linda passed a few years back (and allegedly so too has   
   Eric.)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)