From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/01/21 Tuesday:   
      
   A bit late to post, so there's considerable "evaporation" between what I can   
   remember and what get's written down (typed / entered here.)   
      
   There was something regarding a bit of preparation, such as is typical of a   
   group of youth on a field trip.  Back in my actual youth, there was a week   
   during 6th grade where *most of* the 6th grade went on a week long trip to   
   "Land Between the Lakes."     
   This dream wasn't *exactly* of that event, but the sense of having to get   
   things ready, such as the packing of clothes, was involved.  General clarity   
   was 5, perhaps 6, but evaporation has "lost" a significant part of the dream   
   activity.   
      
   In another dream, there was a kind of muddy lake.  Note, I have rarely seen a   
   "muddy" lake in real life, with the possible exception of muddy rivers   
   following a heavy rainfall.  Where I'm from, most lakes are either blue or   
   bordering on green due to    
   algae (Center Hill Lake has FAR better clarity, sometimes 5' down, compared to   
   Percy Priest, which is barely 2' if that much.)  In this dream, the entire   
   lake is simply muddy brown.  There is a kind of tree stump / trunk growing up   
   out and above the    
   water, and I'm "in" the tree, as someone who would be there from climbing, but   
   I have no real sense of how I got there.  Now, there is the *possibility* that   
   I "flew" to the tree.  In hindsight, it well could be that I wa some type of   
   bird and simply *   
   landed* there, but we'll get into that in a moment.  I (the dreamer) had no   
   thought about being anything but myself at the time, and that my position in   
   the tree trunk was perhaps tenuous.  (How did I get there?  What was the point   
   of being there?  *What    
   next*???)   
      
   At any rate, I felt my body weight pressing against a branch sticking up   
   before me, and sensing it was going to break, and sure enough, it did.  I felt   
   myself plunge into the water, but was amazed at how buoyant I felt— I only   
   went in chest deep, and    
   did not get my head wet whatsoever.  I did have a sort of sense that I   
   *wanted* to get my head under and give it a good washing, even though the   
   water was muddy.  The odd thing about this dream is something OTHER than the   
   tree in the muddy lake, or    
   falling into it and being buoyant— the strange thing is that the sequence   
   occurred *twice,* like an instant replay.  There was one other element,   
   however, at the end, resembling a bird that seemed an awful lot like a large,   
   white, angora type cat.  I    
   saw the *name* of the bird, and saw it clearly, even remembered some of it   
   after waking, but here I am typing this up over 12 or more hours later, and I   
   can't recall what I saw at that time, other than it had a strange name,   
   somewhat Greek, that reminded    
   me a bit of the Cthulhu mythos of H. P. Lovecraft.  Dream ended.   
      
   There was *one other* short clip, something that reminded me of a large glue   
   ball between my left forefinger and thumb.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)