From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2019/11/30 Saturday:   
      
   Dreams that've made it past breakfast:   
      
   Was in some kind of room that felt like a cross between a classroom and a high   
   school / college reunion gathering, with a cafeteria-like atmosphere but there   
   was no food to speak of, merely tables.  There were a number of folk on my   
   left or across from    
   me, and possibly some on my right, who were being called and/or introduced by   
   name and their adult profession, and I was remembering all of them from my   
   youth, although exact names are not jumping out at me at this moment.   
      
   In another scene which also had something of an educational feel to it, there   
   was a computer screen with a program on it, however, the top right corner   
   (quite noticeable portion, actually) had a warning, that it was actually a   
   copy of the original work    
   of the female pictured below the warning, a goodly 3"x5" or so p   
   rtrait-oriented photo.  I was going to simply submit the work when it dawned   
   on me that part of the warning also included the information that if the   
   warning and photo were deleted, all the    
   rest of the program beneath it would be deleted as well.  I was in the process   
   of determining how best to simply copy the text of the program, delete   
   everything, then paste only the program's text, but was mentally caught up in   
   the ethics of doing so    
   when that dream ended.  Sure, it seemed technologically possible, but— what   
   if the text copy itself were to self-delete? Wouldn't it be smarter to print   
   the program then write a new copy *based* on that work?  Again, the moment I   
   got caught up in the    
   ethical / technical dilemma, that dream ended, however, it was followed almost   
   immediately (*almost*) by another scene involving a computer screen acting as   
   a remote camera's display, and I saw the same female walking towards the   
   camera's perspective,    
   finding the entire incident peculiar enough to cause me to turn around and   
   look over my shoulder, as if I could or would see the female walking towards   
   me.  I got the impression at that time that she was actually elsewhere behind   
   me down a hallway or    
   such, possibly heading toward another female.   
      
   Now, although I didn't have any sugar in my breakfast (just sausage, egg and   
   cheese with some spicy mustard) I'm still getting a tad oofy from having   
   eaten, so I'm gonna head back and take a short nap.  If any other dreams jump   
   back to mind (and there    
   were a number of them!) I'll do my best to post a follow-up (something about a   
   type of journey/pursuit of an objective, but no details.)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)