From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2019/11/18 Monday: Neighborhood drive & Shiny rocks   
      
   There was a dream before taking the dog out this morning after daybreak, and a   
   dream *after* returning to bed ("before waking.")   
      
   The dream before walking the dog involved travel of some form around the   
   neighborhood.  There was also a segment involving ground coverage, which I   
   *suspect* was the result of watching a special last night before bedtime, on   
   the ancient city of Petra.     
   There was a section in the show regarding the road / street / way lined with   
   colonnades that really caught my attention / curiosity / imagination, so in   
   the dream I was addressing a section of ground that was in a series of   
   squares, like tiles, having    
   something of an 8x8 grid, only the last row contained only 6 squares on one   
   side (these numbers are all approximate, but the last row was definitely 2   
   tiles short.)  There was a considerable amount more to the dream, but it all   
   pretty much evaporated,    
   especially in comparison to the later dream before waking:   
      
   This dream was so weird, because parts of it were remembered (or experienced)   
   AFTER the fact, or during the course of the action, like having flashbacks in   
   a narrated scene in a book or a movie.   
      
   Someone gave me an envelope full of rocks to take to another person.  The   
   destination I went to was *very* much just like my old mobile home on Asbury   
   Lane, such as geographic location (like the land it was on, and the place in   
   the county) as well as the    
   outlay of the home: in through the back door, a laundry zone/mudroom, then   
   left into the kitchen area which continued into the living room area.  I seem   
   to recall (though not clearly) at having to *pop* the back door (or jimmy the   
   latch) in order to    
   enter it (which could easily be done IRL) and found no one "home" in the dream   
   scene.  I noticed the alarm panel on the wall appeared to be on the blitz for   
   some reason, as if it were "jammed."  I found a desk in the living room area   
   and tried finding my    
   way around its contents and top drawer in order to see if I could determine   
   anything relating to present owner, so as to hopefully find some form of   
   contact information.  Not being able to find anything definitive, I went back   
   to the kitchen area, where    
   I noticed a petite female was sitting in a type of alcove (that did not exist   
   IRL) and realized she must've come in at some point either while I was   
   rummaging or while returning to the kitchen.  At either rate, she did not   
   notice my being there, and I    
   kinda hunkered down behind a "bar" (that also was not present IRL) so   
   hopefully she wouldn't see me as she went into the living room area, and began   
   to do stuff, much like she was on a cell phone conversation.  When she was   
   done, I "stood up" / presented    
   myself because I felt I had to make an introduction of some sort.  She was   
   startled, of course, and on the verge of hysteria, as I put my arms up over my   
   head and waved my hands a bit and went, "Sorry!  Sorry!  I'm not here to [harm   
   you or anything] but    
   I was sent to deliver this [envelope.]"  I went over to a table or something   
   and began pulling stuff out of my coat pocket(s) to give to her to prove my   
   intention / reason for being there.   
      
   One envelope that came out was apparently one from the desk, or in some way   
   belonged to the person / guy of the trailer.  It was open and contained some   
   bills and coins (a bit like a Church offering envelope only slightly bigger)   
   and as I placed it on    
   the table, I felt a bit sheepish for having it on my possession, and   
   explaining, "See?  If I were here to rob you, I'd not be showing this to you   
   now," (or something along those lines.)  Then there was another envelope that   
   I can't recall exactly what it    
   was at this time (due to evaporation) but seemed related to the first one.    
   Then I pulled out a third envelope, and it was the one I'd been given and sent   
   to deliver.  It contained a number of rocks, similar to what one finds in a   
   gravel driveway.  In    
   Tennessee, these are mostly crushed up limestone, gabbro or basalt, totally   
   different from the browner, rounder river rock.  At any rate, the rocks in   
   this envelope were of different stages of polishing.  One was downright black   
   and shiny, as if from    
   being polished by tumbling, possibly onyx, tourmaline, obsidian, or even a   
   black river rock.  The word that flashed through my mind at the time of the   
   dream was "That looks like gallium," only gallium is a silvery substance, much   
   like mercury (when    
   simply warm, gallium melts!) whereas this rock was really *dark* with somewhat   
   shiny edges.  Dream ended.   
      
   The Reddish-whitish hand?  There's a clip of a dream from somewhere during the   
   night of a hand-like form reaching toward me:  Stringlike, nearly skeletal, it   
   was the outline of a very thin, stretched hand, and although the appearance   
   may lend it to the    
   macabre, it actually felt neutral-to-comforting, possibly even familiar.  It   
   also had a faintly female sense of "teasing" associated with it.  I suppose if   
   it had been clearer, I may have actually held it to see what more meaning it   
   may have conveyed.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
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