From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/01/11 Saturday (Happy Birthday, Amira!)   
      
   Not sure, because my son is still in his "I hate my dad" mode, but I *suspect*   
   my granddaughter is 1 year old today.   
      
   Aside from that, this morning there are straight-line winds with 70 MPH gusts   
   headed this way (from the west) but there's a slight chance that with   
   significant NNEasterly travel, we could just end up with thunderstorms (and   
   possible loss of electricity.)    
    I only mention this because this next dream has to deal with city-wide power   
   / electricity production:   
      
   I was in something like a large or at least public swimming pool, the kind   
   with no decorative frills, just concrete walls / edges / surrounding area.    
   One might even say old, Soviet Russian, it was so bleak, but it had the   
   impression / sense of being    
   Nashville / Davidson County.   
      
   Just inside the sides of the pool were some kind of round, plastic-like   
   cylinders that were buoyant (they would normally float) however if one were to   
   plunge them downward into recessed chambers (one for each float) they would   
   apparently stay and an    
   electrochemical transformation of some kind would occur.  I had the impression   
   this was how energy was harvested for the city, *except* it has a kind of   
   correlation (in waking hindsight / interpretation) of lightning striking the   
   ground (replenishing    
   nitrogen, etc.)   
      
   I was just getting the hang of getting these cylinders into their recesses (I   
   was working with at least one of them) when something happened and ALL the   
   water in the pool just *DRAINED*, like 5 or 6 feet in depth just *run out* as   
   if someone had opened a    
   floodgate near the pool's bottom.  This affected the ability of these   
   submerged cylinders— apparently, without their being under the 6' of water,   
   their electrical output became negligible, to the point of non-existent.   
      
   This scene led to another scene, outdoors, where these huge, OUTDOOR round   
   tanks (imagine Texas type oil tanks, above ground) were apparently an outdated   
   mode of energy production.  This is still in Davidson County (Metro /   
   Nashville) but it's DARK    
   outside, and there are a number of these tankers scattered along a stretch of   
   reserved parkland, with a somewhat discernible path between each station.  The   
   concept that seemed known at the time of the dream was that these were   
   traditionally operated by    
   filling each tanker with coal, then lighting the coal so that it would produce   
   electricity.  As I stopped by each station, the *idea* was that I was filling   
   them (or causing them to be filled) and setting them alight.  So either I was   
   having re-runs of a    
   dream scene, or I lit two for sure, but there was a third one in the sequence   
   when I began wondering how many of these places there actually *were* still in   
   existence, when that dream ended.   
      
   Anyway, as I'm typing this, the impending wind / rain / lightning storm that   
   was on its way to hit Murfreesboro seems to have stalled:  the winds outside   
   are nearly *calm* compared to where they had been.   
      
   One other dream that seemed regionally located:  I was in some kind of place   
   with a feel like Wal*Mart but far more sparse as far as interior merchandise   
   was concerned.  There was a loading dock with at least one truck coming in to   
   unload, and even    
   though I have quite a bit of real life experience in this area, the dream was   
   *different,* not *nearly* as life-like, as if the trucks (at least one trailer   
   was) were of different dimensions.  Some guy (driver) was calling for help   
   from anyone in earshot,   
    and I (the dreamer) piped right up with something like "I've got lumper in   
   me" (a "lumper" is someone whose job it is to load or unload truck contents.)    
   There seemed to be a large, mostly 2-dimensional object (like yards wide by   
   yards tall, but only an    
   inch or so in depth) alongside the outside of the truck / trailer, and some   
   process to get it inside the building, when the dream ended (clarity 6, maybe   
   7.)   
      
   There's this one dream with something of a romantic feel to it, but I'm gonna   
   post it over in the alt.sexual group.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)