From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2019/12/12 Thursday: Free Falling!   
      
   A dream from more than 24 hours ago, but likely under 72 hours ago, possibly   
   under 48 hours (I *think* it was the nap from yesterday afternoon, but I'm not   
   entirely positive.)  This dream (more like a vision) started out in the middle   
   of the sky, falling    
   from what must've been easily 10,000 feet in the air (based on the TV video   
   clips I've seen in the past) although I was not looking "down" at the ground   
   but "out" into the sea of air.  WAY off (barely larger than a speck!) I saw   
   another free-faller, also    
   on a journey toward the ground, but again, all I saw was the absolutely clear   
   blue sky, along with that speck of white fluff, fluttering downward in the   
   rushing wind.  I didn't even see whatever plane (or other object) that we'd   
   jumped from.   
      
   I made my body into something like a sleek arrow in order to form a   
   streamlined, directional needle / air-foil, and tilted my gravity forward   
   towards my head, in order that I might rendezvous with this other faller.  I   
   figured anyone else who was ballsy    
   enough to be free falling was likely a male, although the possibility that   
   s/he could be female did enter my mind.  Funny, in a way, that as I (the   
   dreamer) found myself doing something I (the writer) have never done in this   
   conscious lifetime (and may    
   never do?) I (the dreamer) still found myself contemplating this in a sexual   
   manner.  The last though I can recall before heading "her" way was, "If she's   
   female, I wonder if we can have sex?"  At any rate, as I understand it, that's   
   the way eagles do it:   
    from 10,000 feet all the way down, until they have *JUST* enough time to   
   separate and pull out of their mating plunge.  Or not.  Ever wondered why we   
   aren't overrun with populations of eagles (like we are with blackbirds)?   
      
   Another "experience" (for lack of any other better word) occurred while I was   
   napping yesterday afternoon:  I was just on the border of knowing I was lying   
   in bed when I heard an energy-charged yell (a bit from the left, no politics   
   intended, but— duh!)   
    cry out, "BE QUIET!!!"  It just now struck me how absolutely hypocritical   
   such a cry actually was.  One CANNOT "be quiet" whilst *yelling* "BE QUIET!"    
   However, I must say, my mind became rather quiet at that moment, although my   
   curiosity at why or who    
   made that shout was certainly sparked up a bit.   
      
   Last night / this morning, I had a rather interesting dream that carried a   
   very real-level of emotion that I'm unaccustomed to experiencing (most dreams   
   are as if "muted" in terms of intensity.)  The scene was at a place that felt   
   like some sort of    
   restaurant or bakery (possibly a cafeteria?)  There was at least one line of   
   food items in front of me which I felt as if they were my output, seeming very   
   much like eggs or quiche or pastries (I didn't really take an inventory as I   
   (the dreamer) was    
   more preoccupied with the owner's wife, who was standing nearby.)  I had the   
   distinct impression of "best not to mess with her as she's married, and he's   
   standing right there" except she seemed rather complimentary as to my product   
   output.  (Come to    
   think of it, the "husband" *seemed* like myself, perhaps in my late 30s to   
   late 40s.  It seems like I've had gray hair since my late 20s, but this guy's   
   head of hair was dark.  He really didn't matter, because as she began praising   
   my product, I (the    
   dreamer) became "closer" to her, then began nearly nuzzling in a friendly sort   
   of fashion.  She apparently liked it and nuzzled right back, sort of a   
   nose-to-cheek / cheek-to-cheek type approach, and I found the experience   
   exceptionally enjoyable /    
   downright desirous.  There was the distinct sensation of a mixture of lust and   
   physical pleasure, just bordering upon outright love.  As the dream ended, I   
   had the clear impression that her (a long-and-dark-haired, slender beauty of   
   American-European    
   ancestry) attitude had shifted to one of being married to some other guy to   
   sharing the same path I was on instead.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)