From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/02/03 Monday:   
      
   Last night's dreams were mostly "this morning's" dreams, between around 7:30   
   AM and 9:15 AM, so let's start with "the trial":   
      
   There was a young female, somewhat plump but more "hefty" than "plump," I'd   
   say just about in that age right before the puberty growth spurt, with an   
   attitude very much like the kind of youth with a huge chip on her shoulder,   
   with a great deal of    
   youthful, "pre-teen angst" if you will.  Her "type" was VERY closely modeled   
   after a female friend I met in marching band, but I was unaware of their being   
   an actual connection of representation.  That is, this was simply some young   
   female who *vaguely    
   reminded* me of someone I know IRL.  Plus, the gal I know IRL has always shown   
   me joviality and a VERY positive attitude towards life and other people.    
   There was some legal involvement in the dream scenario, such that she was   
   having to mount a defense    
   in a courtroom against 2 rather imposing attorneys.  This had the feeling that   
   she was gonna be absolutely crushed.  I felt her "being" somehow, and realized   
   the trial was going to be something of a railroad event, so I *asked* (more   
   like beseeched!) a    
   friend of mine (perhaps my oldest non-family friend (from real life) back when   
   I was perhaps 3 or 4 years old and he was 5 or 6) Jimmy K (James Rupert K) if   
   he would please take her case.  Note, that in real life, JRK is NOT an   
   attorney! But in this    
   dream, he was a (slightly younger than in real life) "struggling, young but   
   brilliant attorney" (NOT a quote from the dream, but rather a label for the   
   reader) such that he agreed to take this case "pro bono" (again, not a quote   
   from the dream, but a    
   real life legal term, meaning "for free") and I felt that, should he win this,   
   he would establish himself as a real fighting force in the legal realm.  There   
   was a kind of splice in time, as if during that moment he recorded her   
   deposition.   
     The next scene involves settling into the courtroom, only it wasn't a   
   traditional courtroom as such, but rather a sizable desk with one large,   
   well-padded chair behind it, and places for several chairs in front, and I   
   (the dreamer / camera's    
   perspective) was somewhat in question over where to sit?  JRK and the gal were   
   to the left, and the two attorneys were to the right, and "I" seemed to be   
   somewhere behind them, as perhaps a spectator would sit in the gallery.  The   
   action went directly to    
   JRK playing for the court a recording of her opinion on a matter, and even   
   though I cannot recall any of the words that were played back, the outpouring   
   of deepest emotion and *love* were so moving that the opposing attorneys just   
   folded up their case    
   and left ("withdrew from the case," as the saying goes.)  There was a tiny bit   
   of overheard commentary as they were leaving, but it was not much of a   
   conversation as it was more of a "That's it, we're done / gone / leaving /   
   outta here" type sentiment.     
   I overheard more of a question / answer explanation from JRK and his client,   
   that the reason they withdrew was because her character he captured in the   
   deposition was so different from the case they'd prepared that they were   
   totally upended / caught off-   
   guard / unprepared to try the case.  In other words, they left because they   
   knew they had no chance whatsoever.   
      
   There was a follow-up scene where I caught Jim's attention and asked if he   
   understood why he'd won, thinking I'd surprise him with my observation, but   
   instead he surprised me with his, "Because I brought out her *best*" (and   
   caught them unprepared) (?) (   
   not entirely sure of the sentence beyond where I've quoted the dream   
   character.)   
      
   The next dream seemed to involve the same girl, only older, as if the same   
   "actress" in that the dream's plot seemed totally unrelated, only her role was   
   far more minor, barely even noticed:   
      
   I was in a location somewhat like a camp or barracks or such.  Kinda had a 3rd   
   world feel to it, but as if "we" were missionaries from the USA (definitely   
   had a "feel" to it, as if Americans were gathered in a foreign location.    
   There also seemed to be a    
   stack of something resembling small plates.  It appears I (the dreamer)   
   accidentally or curiously touched the stack, and suddenly dozens of cups came   
   ejecting from the stack, landing all around the area, but apparently my   
   concern was in keeping the stack    
   intact, and I earnestly called for "HELP!" There appeared to be a female,   
   perhaps between her 30s & 40s, but mid-20s at the youngest, who was just   
   *sitting* there (facing my direction) who seemed to be totally unconcerned   
   with the problem / action, much    
   as if, "Well what do you expect ME to do about it?" although that's probably   
   not what she said (I can't actually recall what it was she said.)  So again, I   
   yelled, "HELP!"  I suspect she lent a hand, more like a pointed finger, to   
   help keep the stack    
   erect, and with that, the spewing cups were no longer a problem.   
      
   However, my attention was drawn down to a basket beneath, say, belly-button   
   level, and inside this basket were a few different items, but most obvious   
   were the *BUDS* (pot, marijuana) inside one of the sections.  If you've ever   
   used a rigid 6-pack coke    
   carrier you may have some idea of what this "basket's compartments" were like,   
   open at the top, 4 sides, a bottom, but these sections seemed of different   
   sizes, and the entire basket seemed a dark, dark green color.  The shake and   
   buds inside were a    
   considerably lighter green by comparison, yet they were not anything brighter   
   than any average variety.  I was not in any way interested in consuming the   
   green stuff, although a considerable touch of nostalgia was present, but I was   
   concerned that    
   someone *else's* "stuff" was exposed and at risk.  The next section involved   
   my *fumbling* at trying to get the shake gathered back, much as one might try   
   to recapture a spilled shaker of salt, only things were getting worse.  There   
   seemed to be a source    
   of liquid that was also spilling down into the basket, potentially ruining a   
   good deal of the loose shake.  I noticed, however, the buds were separate, and   
   that whomever this belonged to could take heart that at least those were (for   
   the moment) spared.   
      
      
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   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)