From: dicksilk@gmail.com
2020/02/14 Friday: Happy Valentine's Day!
The main dream of recollection from last night began in a school-like
auditorium type setting, with a large, open ground area much like a basketball
court, yet with a second tier (such as at OHS.) I (the dreamer) and perhaps a
few other folk were being
called to a meeting of some kind (thinking NOT sport-related) but I may have
been a tad late and was directed to the upper tier, which required cutting
diagonally across the court, out the doors into the hallway, around to the
stairwell, then up to the
2nd floor.
On the 2nd floor, the setting changed such that even though I was still on an
upper floor, but with no wall: there was no longer a gymnasium beneath me, but
rather a shoreline view of sorts, perhaps 40 feet or so below: there was a
beach running
directly beneath me, from left-to-right, with the water coming in not so much
as a surf but stable, more like a lake. I sat near the edge of this upper
floor with the shoreline beneath my dangling legs, with the wild & crazy idea
of possibly taking a
leap into the water below, but knowing that, even if I made it far enough off
my perch to avoid the shore and make it into the water, the chances of the
water being deep enough for me to survive were minimal, bordering upon
non-existent.
Just then, my dog, Ginger, comes running up from behind me, apparently after
having followed me up the stairwell, and charged straight for the edge. I
extended my left leg outward, so as to give her a bit of an extended diving
board, and sure enough,
she ran along it and took a flying leap into the air, landing with a splash in
the water below! I was curious at this point to know if she survived, along
with other thoughts like what was going through her mind?!? to make such a
leap / dive, only to
find she'd not only apparently survived, but also ran up the stairs and come
back around for a *second* leap!
At this point, I was thinking if I did not extend my leg, perhaps she'd apply
the brakes and stop beside me, but no, she ran straight for the ledge and took
a flying leap into the air a *second* time! as if this were the most fun she'd
had in quite a
while!
I figured that without my extended leg to act as a plank, she'd land a bit
closer to shore, if not on it, and I became concerned as to her well-being /
outcome. I leaned forward and looked down, getting the impression she landed
*just barely* in the
water, such that her front legs may have contacted the ground beneath the
water line. (I sensed her mid-to-rear section would have been supported by
the water, but the pressure / PSI of her front legs may have been enough to
impact after having gone
through the water.) I didn't get an exact feel or impression of what happened
next, only that she had perhaps survived, and perhaps her front legs may have
become sore from the process, but I had the impression she survived.
Meanwhile, I found that my perch on the edge of this 2nd tier had become
questionable, at best. It felt like I was sitting on a slight ramp, such that
my center of gravity felt as if it were such that I was in immediate danger of
slipping forward and
off the edge (which would have *certainly* resulted in a hard landing on the
shoreline below) but even worse, I felt that if I *tried* to wiggle my way
back somehow, such an action would have immediately resulted in my slipping
and falling *forward.*
The only choice I had was to call for "HELP! HELP!" (and maybe a third
"HELP!") which triggered someone (like a dark shadow of myself from behind)
running up behind me. Somehow conveyed that I was in danger of falling over,
and so instructed him to grab
the fabric of my shirt behind my shoulder blades and simply PULL backward to
safety, which he (it?) did.
Here is where things got *really* weird: the view switched to something more
like a 3rd person objective view, and I could see my own skin was tanned as if
patterned: there were rectangular sections much like diagonal grid stripes
running along my arms,
torso, and legs, possibly even my head, but I didn't get that close a look at
my head as the skin pattern had grabbed my attention.
The figure that had rescued me (so I assumed) was performing some type of
light, therapeutic massage, and pointed out that I was not in very good shape,
that my problems were being manifest as the pattern-images on my skin.
Something about my bone
structure being less than optimal, and the ball on my right femur, where it
joins the hip, was actually a darkened image, rating it a D- on the grading
scale of A to F, saying, "This is not good." He/She/It touched the ball joint
image on my skin and I
could feel an energy there, perhaps not so much as positive or negative, but
certainly concerned, if an energy may be described as "concerned." NOTE that
in real life, it's my LEFT leg that has an issue due to the brain damage in
the *right* section of
my brain. When I awoke from this dream later, that point immediately popped
into mind.
Meanwhile, I became curious as to all the issues that were apparently visible
at this point. I noticed this red meat-like mass at an area similar to my
left arm, and had the impression it represented my heart. There's also the
impression that I somehow
touched it in curiosity, but that image/scene/action is a bit unclear. Also
note that the only character in this dream that was *clearly* identified was
my dog, Ginger. Neither "I" (the dreamer) nor the being that rescued me from
the ledge were
absolutely identifiable, although the entity that pulled me back from disaster
*may well* represent my "soulmate," yet in something of a very undefined state
as regards actual identity. For instance, it *could* have been a version of
myself from a
different time frame, which is essentially what every soulmate actually is.
--- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05
* Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)
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