From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/01/24 Thursday:   
      
   Dream before waking, interestingly enough, involved my sister and mother at a   
   restaurant.  Funny thing is, I just replied to Sandy's question regarding the   
   photos taken of my mother and sister at a restaurant (from Mom's 90th   
   birthday.)   
      
   Only in the dream, there was discussion between someone (not seen) and my   
   sister, that seemed as if the waiter was discussing food with Marilyn, and Mom   
   wasn't actually a character in the dream, although she seemed present.  I   
   awoke with some thought of "   
   how many meals" had Mom had over 90 years?  Figuring roughly 3 per day at   
   365.25 days per year, that's 32872.5 days (plus 5 more) comes to 32877.5 days,   
   @ 3 meals per day = 98632.5 (plus today's breakfast) comes to 98633.5 meals.    
   Of course, that's only    
   approximate, as I'm sure there were some days where a meal *may* have been   
   skipped, or an extra snack taken.   
      
   At any rate, the dream *before* that one involved playing some kind of video   
   game that seemed to involve *tangible* people as the player-figures.  It   
   seemed a bit like a kind of war game or combat video, but at the end, there   
   seemed to be two (then three)   
    subsequent videos, not quite like having an "extra life" but rather more like   
   having an extra *game* instead!  There was this other fellow off to my right,   
   who seemed like a bit of a geezer who'd lived his entire life in an arcade,   
   and it seemed as if    
   he was trying to get his left hand on the control stick/device that was to my   
   right, but I slapped / brushed his hand away.  Aside from that person, I was   
   attempting to get the attention of my gaming buddy from my high school years,   
   Dave, in order to    
   alert him that there were more games available.  Now, whether or not the old   
   geezer is a contemporary "shell" of today's Dave or not is unknown.  I suspect   
   this is a commentary on how I most likely would not recognize Dave today if I   
   met him on the    
   street, which is a bit unlikely, as last I checked up on him, he was in jail   
   serving a LONG sentence in Arizona.   
      
   A dream somewhere before (or possibly after) that one involved myself and my   
   son, Charles (at a preteen age) leaving one activity and headed towards a car   
   I used to drive, a brown, T-top, Datsun 280 ZX turbo.  The problem was that we   
   were walking through    
   a very dark yard.  Now here's the funny / odd part:  As it was so dark, I was   
   walking with my eyes closed, traveling more on memory of where I'd parked the   
   car.  I bumped into it, near the driver's side door, opened my eyes, and   
   called out to Charles    
   that I'd found it (he was nearby yet still a bit behind to my right.)  I can't   
   recall where we'd been or what we'd been up to prior to hunting for the car.    
   Clarity 5, visually, maybe even a 4 or 3, but as far as mentally, it was a 7   
   or 8 *except* for    
   the missing sections of what was going on before or where we were headed after.   
      
   I guess that's all for now.  I keep thinking there were more, but they're not   
   jumping back into memory at this moment.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)