From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/01/10 Friday (with the kids):   
      
   First, an image of sorts that should have been posted yesterday— it looked   
   as if "I" (the dreamer) was seeing my own body from an external view, only my   
   "body" was submerged beneath a vat of liquid gold.  Not molten so much that   
   there was a sense of    
   hot metal, but liquid as if it were nearly as fluid as water (if heat was a   
   component, it wasn't felt.)  The dream scene / vision / whatever ended before   
   anything came above the surface.  So while I thought the dreamer was seeing   
   the dreamer's body    
   beneath the surface, this is only impression at this point.   
      
   Last night / this morning, I had two dreams involving my kids (Logan, Landon,   
   and Alyssa) which started with my quietly tiptoeing around my neighbor's yard   
   to the north.  IRL, this is actually the southern half of a duplex, and the   
   fence that exists    
   between the two yards in real life was not an issue or even detected during   
   this scenario:  The back yard was FULL of stuff, mostly disorganized stuff   
   like one might try to recover from a tornado (which is about how my kids   
   always left their playroom,    
   and that's something of an understatement— a tornado would have left a   
   cleaner area.)  I was trying to pick out anything from the yard that may have   
   belonged to my kids and was recoverable / useful / valuable in some way.  The   
   scene had a feel as if it    
   were very overcast / cloudy *OR* very early pre-dawn where the light was not   
   yet even "dawn."  At some point, my (late) cousin Linda made an appearance   
   along with someone else, and began speaking aloud in a manner that would bring   
   undue attention.  What'   
   s worse, she was speaking about some subject matter that was especially   
   unpleasant.  I began to speak aloud to her, practically cross-talking, saying   
   something like "Why not just speak a little louder so the WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD   
   will hear you?!"  This    
   basically ended the scene, except that I'd like to note that it *felt* as if   
   my kids were still asleep inside the neighbor's house, which is likely some   
   form of segue into this next scene:   
      
   I was in a room with sort of a the feeling of a living room / den, as there   
   was a record player playing a 33 RPM (yes, very old school) and while I could   
   clearly hear the music and recall the tune, it escapes me at this moment, only   
   that it seemed as if    
   it was a "cover," where some other artist records someone else's more   
   well-known hit.  It had a kind of melancholy air to it, the kind of tune where   
   one really wants to enjoy the music than to deal with anything else, *except*   
   Landon was in the room, as    
   if crawling over something akin to a bookcase or possibly a long line of   
   record albums lined up along the floor.  He had this look as if he were in   
   pain, and I felt myself reaching out to him emotionally when the dream ended.    
   In real life, Landon's    
   mother kept shuffling him off to be with his grandmother, feeling as if she   
   were overloaded with the other two, Logan and Alyssa.  Now in real life, Logan   
   was DNA tested and proven to be my son.  Alyssa had my mother's blue eyes, and   
   there was    
   practically no question as to who her father was / is (myself) but Landon was   
   never tested, and definitely took more after his mother's side of the family.    
   It has occurred to me just now that Landon *may* have been the child of her   
   and some other guy,    
   which was possibly why she kept trying to keep him at his great-grandmother's   
   place (as if she were trying to hide a secret?)   
      
   One other, rather weird dream, where the dreamer was in a room that felt a bit   
   like a vat, along with at least two other human figures.  There was a load of   
   mixed signals going on, such that the dreamer was expecting to be burned   
   alive, not tragically or    
   horrifically, just that the dreamer was expecting to erupt in flames.  Odd   
   that there was zero emotional content during this scene....  At any rate, some   
   guy appears in the room and explains that what's actually happening is that   
   we're all about to be    
   frozen, not burned.  So at this point of retelling the dream, I'm wondering if   
   somewhere in my future line, a male is going to have his sperm frozen?   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)