From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/02/22 (02/22/20) Saturday— "My TWIN!" / Gina in a Car:   
      
   Before I get to the "twin" dream, I'd like to refer back to an earlier dream   
   from either this month (2020/02/18 Tuesday: "Dust in the Wind")— where I saw   
   a DARK pool with what appeared to be dust or seeds upon it.  IRL, I was   
   looking at a pair of    
   cattails in a vase standing in the corner of the sunroom this morning, and   
   noticed that the one that's "blown" into a puff ball of seed had *some* seeds   
   trapped beneath a wicker-swivel-rocking(?) chair, and thought of how those   
   seeds would be if they'd    
   fallen upon stagnant pond water somewhere, and was immediately in mind of that   
   view from the dream.  I'm *fairly certain* these two events are connected.    
   (Well, they're *certainly* connected as having both been observed moments in   
   my lifetime.)   
      
   Meanwhile, of last night's dreams (of which there were several) only two or   
   three stuck out enough to be captured here in text this morning.  The most   
   *unusual* of these two involved a kind of mini-movie, where "I" (the dreamer)   
   was a TWIN, but with more    
   of a huskier, Irishman type appearance, and my "twin" seemed identical, only   
   with a much more docile attitude.  Apparently, he had been accosted by a tough   
   guy for some reason (unknown) whereupon the "little tough guy" had roughed up   
   my twin, in what    
   could best be described as a fascist type move (collection money, jizya, some   
   such extortion type move.)  My "twin" wasn't *that* beat up, but it was clear   
   things would only escalate if this weren't nipped in the bud, so I told him,   
   "Just sit here:  I'll    
   take care of this."   
      
   I went out into the street or an alley or some such and got into the front   
   left seat (this must've been a right hand drive, possibly in England?) and of   
   course, the little fascist tough guy had NO idea I was the *other* twin, and   
   sure enough, he started    
   in on his bully-demanding-schtick, and I reached over with my right arm,   
   grabbed him by his hair at the back of his head, and began repeatedly smashing   
   his face into the steering wheel (again, this was a right hand drive vehicle,   
   but that didn't even    
   occur to me at that moment, just that I could perfectly bash his face against   
   the wheel.)  I rotated his head a bit from left to right, just to make sure   
   the wheel gave him the required amount of pain *all over* his face, not just   
   in one area of it.     
   This bashing seemed to take a bit longer in the dream than normal clips, as if   
   I were possibly relishing the action, but in "the dreamer's" perspective, I   
   was simply analyzing every moment as to how the wheel must've felt as it   
   impacted his head & face.     
   After a thorough thrashing, "I" (the dreamer) made my way back to a room   
   wherein my "twin" was located, somewhat amused that the little tough guy never   
   knew what had happened, that a "twin switch" had taken place, and he was the   
   one who ended up the    
   patsy.  There was, however, a sense of urgency, to make sure the doors (solid   
   wood) were shut and locked just to ensure he wouldn't get in if he came back   
   looking for revenge-revenge.   
      
   There was this other dream involving taking a romantic interest (lady) out to   
   dinner, but there was a cloud of confusion regarding the matching of places,   
   times, and distances, such that it felt more like the best thing to do would   
   be to go home and make    
   dinner ourselves, yet that seemed to remove the "fun" aspect of going out,   
   which was why we were "out" in the first place.   
      
   Finally, there was this OTHER dream with all sorts of faded surrounding   
   elements (evaporated, is more like it) *except* that Gina was clearly present,   
   and clearly angry.  I must admit, there was a slight thrill at her being this   
   excited, but I made some    
   effort to get into a car *with* her, in order that whatever the problem was, I   
   was willing to do whatever I could to make it right, as the dream ended at   
   that point.  I have the feeling I made it into the car with her, but that   
   *may* be a thought process    
   from *after* the end of the dream.  Really not sure with came first:  the   
   action of getting into the car with her, or the end of the dream.  Either way,   
   I find it interesting to note how CLEARLY she appeared in this clip, and how   
   that seemed to resonate    
   with the strength of her emotion.  VERY interesting!   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)