From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2019/12/07 Saturday: Some recaps, some new:   
      
   Here are some dream recaps (catching up on possible leftovers that I may have   
   forgotten to post) although if any of them sound like a re-run, oh well....   
      
   I've had ONE "crosshairs" dream before (some time ago) but had another one   
   within the past week or two, thinking a few days ago.  It was like a   
   semi-lucid dream where I was fully aware that I was "seeing" crosshairs in my   
   mind's eye's "field of vision."     
   There was a straight up the center, thin, black line and a straight across the   
   center, thin, black line, and I became anxious to see *what,* if anything, was   
   in the field *beyond* the crosshairs.  I couldn't imagine myself holding a   
   rifle, although I    
   figured that was what the crosshairs represented (a rifle's scope) although I   
   figured it *could* be as if I ("the dreamer") were targeting an idea within my   
   subconscious.  Regardless, the hairs only came into view for a moment, perhaps   
   a few heartbeats    
   at most, then blurred out of vision, then came back in again for a fraction of   
   a moment, then went back out again.  As I write this, I'm reminded of a book   
   by Richard Bach that mentions the same thing, only I can't remember exactly if   
   it was in "Bridge    
   Across Forever" or in "One" (more likely "One".)  This brings up the question   
   of who the dream was and what (or who) was the dreamer looking for?  I'm often   
   pondering whether Gina represents my super-ego and is she looking for my id?    
   (Just a thought.)   
      
   Past lives rapid review:  I saw a montage of faces rapidly blending (for lack   
   of a better word) in front of my mind's eye's field of vision.  Although there   
   were quite a number of them flowing by in a rapid fashion, I seemed to have   
   noted at least one of    
   them looked rather Colonial, and had a vague resemblance to this guy   
   (previews.123rf.com/images/ra3rn/ra3rn1112/ra3rn111200004/113657   
   1-portrait-of-alexander-hamilton-in-front-of-the-ten-dollar-bill.jpg) whom we   
   see on the USA $10 dollar bill, the only    
   difference is that in the portrait, A.H. is looking to his right, whereas in   
   the dream, all the faces that flitted by were looking directly at me.  Now   
   sure, I realize A.H. is the subject of an enormously successful Broadway   
   musical, but aside from that,    
   I'd like to point out that my Lutheran Sponsor (what other religions call   
   "Godfather") is one Dick Hamilton, at one time of New York City, possibly   
   Manhattan.  As a youth of about 10 or 11, I stopped writing to him (I think I   
   only once sent a thank-you    
   note on my birthday) so I have no idea where he is or whatever happened to him.   
      
   Now on to last night's dreams:   
      
   I was with what seemed like a "borrowed" family, very similar to my real life   
   former chapter spent with one infamous Sheryl Miller and her two kids (Robbie   
   and Samanthia) plus my own son (even though I didn't have full custody of any   
   of these kids.)  We    
   were on a rural piece of property that seemed a bit on a rising area, not like   
   a steep hillside but rather just a gentle rise which sloped toward the road.    
   (Again, this is a rather rustic setting with trees, but neither dense nor   
   sparse.)  There seems    
   to be an animal of large size (about the size of a Great Dane only perhaps a   
   tad shorter and a bit thicker) but I can't quite recall if it were puma-like   
   or dog-like.  There was an overall sense that it was capable of killing an   
   unwary human, or at least    
   instilling a great deal of fear.  I was contemplating my animal friendship and   
   decided to meet its energy, if you will.  The animal did not attack, although   
   I seem to recall either a loud bark or growl of some kind, perhaps a blend   
   between a bark and a    
   roar.  Either way, the beast caused no harm, and the dream proceeded to the   
   next scene, entering a home that seemed to be abruptly abandoned.  I mean, it   
   was like an owner had *just* stepped out to run an errand and not returned.    
   This "adoptive" family    
   and I (the dreamer) were just starting to take advantage of the opportunity   
   (not unlike a small tribe in caveman days finding a wonderful cave) when some   
   adult/authority figure (not unlike a female realty agent) comes in to inform   
   us that the previous    
   owner had just died, and although the "executor" wasn't thrilled about our   
   being there, apparently the deceased was very much for helping the indigent   
   and homeless, so this person was not inclined to boot us out.  I mean, the   
   dreamer could *feel* the    
   preference of the agent to boot us out, yet also feel the "will" of the   
   deceased, that his assets be used to go to help the poor.  "I" stepped out of   
   the house for a moment, only to return to find people scavenging the place for   
   whatever they could.  My (   
   the dreamer's) concern was on whether there was cereal left in the cabinets,   
   along with bowls and whatever was needed to feed the kids (the "tribe," as it   
   were.)  There was this other scene within this setting where I found "my   
   watch," an analog device,    
   not digital, only it was missing the straps.  While asking about this ("Do you   
   know anything about this?") there was another identical wrist watch (minus the   
   leather straps) and I couldn't help wonder if perhaps Sheryl had pawned the   
   straps in order to    
   make a small amount of cash, but why then leave the watch portion?  Something   
   didn't make sense.  She made a simple denial and the dream basically ended.   
      
   Another dream (in the middle of the night) occurred that I simply can't   
   remember any details whatsoever, however, I do recall coming close to waking   
   up with one of those horrid, empty, pits of dread-fear in my gut.  If I can   
   recall what prompted that, I'   
   ll let you know.  (Quite possibly a karmic reaction to how I mistreated Gina   
   back in October of 1981, but that's really a stretch....)   
      
   I recall a fragment of a dream involving a person's name or a word, but other   
   than that, everything else about the dream is gone, including the word/name.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)