From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2019/12/06 Friday: Visiting the Ancient Egyptians?   
      
   So, last night, I went to bed meditating (or pondering) on how someone   
   mentioned Einstein likened "time" to "motion."  Silly Einstein, "time" is more   
   accurately represented as "change."  While some things (like rocks, for   
   example, or even lead) have very    
   little "motion," their atoms are moving internally, as well as breaking down   
   *very* slowly, so even when an atom is relatively "stable" its electrons are   
   still vibrating / orbiting within a respective shell, and *that* change is   
   considered "motion."  At    
   any rate, I had this dream that was more like a vision being played out in   
   gold-ish yellow-ish lit shapes, something like black and white on a TV screen,   
   but using golden hues.  The images were going by like a super-fast time-elapse   
   video, but what I    
   thought I saw looked a lot like foundations of buildings (temples, perhaps?   
   maybe Karnak?) being built from the ground up.  This clip only lasted a second   
   or two so the location and time period are all mostly subjective.  Meanwhile,   
   we all create "change"   
    when we are born, and thus have a certain amount of "time" we add to the   
   collective pot, as it were.  Some of us create greater change, some less.    
   Some create greater change in a shorter amount of time, some less.   
      
   At any rate, another dream involved a box with contents, roughly a   
   larger-than-average shoe box, and the contents were not so much the concern as   
   was the box itself, as it was exceptionally shoddy and contained a tear along   
   one wall, making it "unfit" by    
   most people's standards, only I (the dreamer) was looking for a sufficient   
   strength bit of tape to fix / reinforce it as the dream ended.   
      
   In another dream, there was some type of decorative object not unlike a   
   standing lamp, roughly 3' tall, with an unusual base that was designed to hold   
   water for some reason.  In handling, someone (there were at least two people   
   present in addition to the    
   dreamer's perspective) mishandled the lamp and I had the *impression* the base   
   bowl was broken, but the lamp could still stand on its own, and more   
   importantly, the base of the pole itself had a type of male computer chip   
   plug, similar to what one finds    
   on one of those SD Micro memory chips (google.com/search?q=sd+micro)— which   
   is still good, because it's plugged into some socket that displays a video   
   almost as if watching a live recreation.  Some older men (like grizzled,   
   bearded, wizened old guys)    
   are gathered together apparently singing, possibly around a piano (there's   
   definitely a musical component to the scene) and I see the view pan by my own   
   (dearly departed) father, with the thought or perhaps expression that Mom   
   really should see this!   
      
   Researching (just now) the term for the chip-type I was looking for (SD Micro)   
   has somehow evaporated all the rest of the dreams, but I have one more hanging   
   around from near-before-waking:   
      
   I was in a setting much like someone's home, with the feeling that I was   
   someone's mate or love-interest, and the other people in the home were more   
   like "in-laws" rather than typical guests.  At some point very near the start   
   of this scene, someone asks    
   for a cup of coffee, and it occurs to me (the dreamer) that (as at least one   
   of the hosts) it would be a good idea for me to get the coffee.  Well, that   
   was perhaps a mistake, because as I find my way into the kitchen, looking for   
   a coffee maker, I    
   realize I really don't know where anything is, and the kitchen is in fact a   
   *very* much darker portion of the scene, located adjacent to the living room   
   area, but simply "darker."  I found a light switch on a wall and flipped it   
   on, only to discover this    
   area looked as if it had sat around unpacked for ages, and trying to clear out   
   cabinets or even overhead bins was like sifting through decomposing trash   
   heaps.  One area I cleared away was actually housed a nest of crawly insects.    
   There was no fear    
   involved here, only a slight disgust that this area had not been cleaned out,   
   and when one of the in-laws (a mother type, perhaps) came to check on what was   
   holding up the coffee, all I (the dreamer) could do was state that this was   
   the first I'd been    
   back here in this area (of the apartment?) and had no idea it was in such   
   shape.   
      
   This reminds me of another dream, perhaps a vision, but certainly only a   
   one-image-type scene, of someone who looked a LOT like me at a younger age,   
   and with glasses, making some type of comment of approval regarding the   
   turning on of a flashlight.  The    
   focus was more on the glass covering (about 2", 3" max) of the light source   
   itself, as it was a typical flat, circular disc of the type found on older   
   flashlights (modern flashlights are typically pen-type LEDs) (Just like the   
   one in this picture, only    
   pointing to the right rather than the left) (i0.wp.com/t212media   
   com/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/Maglight-Flashlight-Thumbnail.jpg)   
      
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