From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/02/08 Saturday:   
      
   I actually used a pad of paper & penned a few *brief* notes on the dreams I'd   
   just had so as to better help remember them now, because honestly, otherwise,   
   most of them would've evaporated by now:   
      
   I was in bed, everything per normal ("real life") and JUST coming out of a   
   dream when I heard the doorbell ring.  Beautiful, clear, two-tone chime.  Only   
   problem?  It was around 4 AM or thereabouts (pre-dawn) AND the doorbell hasn't   
   run in decades AND    
   the doorbell button *itself* doesn't even exist!  (There are simply the two   
   wires extending out of the trim!)  To say that such was an interesting   
   experience, I mean, a full clarity level 10!, is a bit of an understatement.    
   I had to actually talk myself    
   OUT of getting up and going to the door!  ("I know the doorbell doesn't work /   
   hasn't worked in years.") followed by ("Heck, the doorbell button doesn't even   
   exist!") Now, granted, I've been able on a few occasions in my life to find   
   doorbells in shoddy    
   shape, but simply touched the two wires together in order to complete the   
   circuit.  I delivered pizzas for 20 years, after all!  Once or twice a   
   customer would come to the door with a VERY puzzled look on his or her face,   
   remarking that the doorbell hadn'   
   t worked in years!  But in *my* case, I've actually *tried* crossing the   
   wires, and the doorbell STILL doesn't work, so there's a definite problem in   
   the wiring or the mechanism itself somewhere.   
      
   Phone call / warehouse / computer crates:   
   I'd say this was originally a clarity 7 or 8, but I can barely remember it now   
   (if I hadn't taken the notes, it would've been lost!)  It began with me ("the   
   dreamer") on a phone call using my small, simple-feature LG441G "flip phone,"   
   which seemed to be    
   the direct cause of my heading into a warehouse, wherein were located large   
   boxes, perhaps 3' or 4' to a side, representing computer equipment (back in   
   the '70s and '80s, there were certainly components of this size, give or   
   take.)  The closest unit    
   appeared to have a screen running a program or at least a list of coding (a   
   program.)   
      
   Helen Outside at Apartments (w/Charles):   
   This one was... odd.  First, I practically *never* dream about my 2nd ex-wife,   
   Helen, mother of my 1st son, Charles, and only rarely do I ever dream of   
   Charles, but:  in this event, "I" (the dreamer) was located near Old Lascassas   
   Road, facing east,    
   toward the Brown Drive Apartments, which would have included a view of my   
   childhood home on Scottland Drive if I'd been close enough to view *past* or   
   through the apartment breezeways.  As it was, I could see Helen at a distance   
   of *about* 20 yards or so,   
    except she appeared to be mostly nude except for a bath towel, and she also   
   looked "sexier" than normal, as if she were "younger," with fuller breasts not   
   yet affected by gravity.  Come to think of it, "she" was most likely NOT   
   Helen, because Helen is    
   perhaps an A cup, maybe a B back when she was pregnant, but this gal (in the   
   dream) was *clearly* a C cup or larger!  (I'm not THAT great a judge of sizes,   
   but I suspect a D cup would possibly be a better description.  I simply wasn't   
   THAT up close with    
   her, in the dream.)  The pertness of her appearance (well, fertility,   
   perhaps?) was arousing, certainly tempting, but let's face it, she reminded me   
   of Helen, and for that reason alone I wasn't keen on falling into *her*   
   temptation, but the erotic lure    
   was still felt, nearly gravitational / magnetic.  Yeah, I came in closer to   
   the scene, trying to figure out what she was doing outside with nothing but a   
   towel, and even that appeared basically transparent, with her visibly heading   
   up a stairway (NOT    
   identical to real life at that location, but very similar!) into what I would   
   have to imagine was her apartment.  NOTE:  in real life, she has lived in a   
   mobile home ever since 1991, and before that, she was in a 2-story town home   
   rental.   
      
   There was *something* to do with Charles, but he was as a youth, perhaps   
   around 10 to 12 or so.  I can't recall any interaction of significance within   
   the dream, other than perhaps there seemed to have been a sentence or two of   
   exceptionally brief dialog,   
    much akin to "Hey, what's up?!"   
      
   The conglomerate dream (the last one I took brief notes on) involved a group   
   of people in what must've been a bedroom, but possibly started out in a living   
   room, as there was a bottle of liquid being touted about much as how young   
   adult males would tease    
   around a bottle of liquor, only this oval bottle supposedly contained a   
   nicotine-based soda, similar in shape to Saint Brendan's Irish Cream Liqueur,   
   but greener in color, and perhaps smaller in size.  I was reluctant, but   
   eventually took just a *tiny*    
   sip out of curiosity.  It was very close to the consistency of plain water.  I   
   somewhat tried to get a sense of what it was like, but it was over with in a   
   blink, and I suppose it was in some way akin to one of those dreams where the   
   dreamer is tempted    
   to smoke weed or a cigarette after having given them up.   
      
   I'm gonna have to re-weave this next scene a bit.  It's mostly from memory of   
   the dream, but also edited slightly in order to fit a coherent narrative:   
      
   In the bedroom, I found someone had reconstructed my waterbed (which I no   
   longer own in real life.)  It apparently had the 8-drawer pedestal built,   
   although I didn't "see" it in the dream:  the height of the bed rails / sides   
   / bladder were all    
   appropriate to it having been properly rebuilt upon the pedestal.  At first I   
   noticed being IN the bed, between the sheets, feeling that wonderful,   
   semi-wavy feeling, along with noticing the crushed, blue velvet side rails,   
   when I noticed there were *   
   several* people in the bed, under the sheets, and there was this   
   *exceptionally brief* instant where I noticed my "package" was sticking up   
   through the sheets, practically in someone else's face (DJR's) and I promptly   
   apologized ("Oops! Sorry 'bout that")   
    and readjusted the bedsheets so as to remove wherever pathway that incident   
   may have led.   
      
      
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   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)