From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/02/04 Tuesday:   
      
   Not in any specific order, but basically from closer to waking to further back   
   in the evening:   
      
   IRL, I put out the garbage bucket for pickup on Tuesday morning.  Sometimes we   
   can go around 3 weeks between having to put the bucket out by the curb for   
   pickup, but yesterday was a "clean up" day and several LARGE bags of trash   
   went into the bucket, so    
   out it went to the curb.  OK, so far, so good, but THIS MORNING I had a dream   
   that I'd looked out the kitchen window and saw several black bags of trash and   
   other debris strewn across the lawn, as if someone had thrown the bucket   
   towards the house, even    
   though these buckets are too big for a single person to do such, and even a   
   pack of dogs would only tip it over if they actually worked in concert, and we   
   have no bear population around here to worry about, at least not in city   
   limits, and if one is    
   anywhere in the county, well, it's been a long, LONG time since anyone has   
   ever reported such.  One of the first things I did after getting up this   
   morning IRL was to make sure the bucket was still fine, and it was, so on to   
   the other dreams:   
      
   My 90+ year old mother, bless her heart, is trying to revitalize her piano   
   playing IRL, but I think she's playing more at the notes on the page than to   
   the melody in her head, the spirit of the music.  My late sister, Cynthia,   
   also played piano to some    
   extent, and so last night I had a dream that I was in something like a   
   classroom with rows of adjacent desks (left to right) except that to my right   
   was a piano keyboard, and the row behind me also had a keyboard.  The person   
   playing to my right was    
   either my mother or my sister, but I'm leaning toward Cynthia as being the   
   player seated behind.  There was a brief outpouring of music from my right,   
   then the player behind joined in on the same piece, then the music stopped.   
      
   I know there were various other dreams further back, but they're not coming to   
   me at the moment.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)