From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/03/06 Saturday:   
      
   OK, so I *missed* the regular date switch at 05, 10, 15, etc. (I posed for   
   March 5th under March 3rd) but I suppose that's just one more thing I can   
   attribute to "brain damage."   
      
   I fell asleep AGAIN on the couch, had a few very low-level dreams (clarity 0,   
   in that I can only recall that I had some, but absolutely nothing as to the   
   content they contained) but got up around 3:30 AM to make it to bed.  Got up   
   around 11: something    
   this morning, after having fallen asleep via a new meditation on "I AM" and   
   how that works as a FORMULA for self-definition *as well as* destination (such   
   as "I AM Gina Leigh White Silk's Husband," which can ONLY be ONE person in   
   this universe!) which    
   caused a number of low-retention dreams.  They were fairly clear scenarios   
   although recalling the details is difficult due to evaporation.  There was one   
   that *seemed* to have a great deal to do with a vehicle in motion that   
   resulted in my (the "dreamer")   
    ending up at some kind of place similar to a school but more with the feel of   
   an online community (likely either Facebook or Quora) being represented in   
   dream form as a school-like building.  I can recall elements of cleaning out a   
   coat pocket, which    
   had the distinct sense of dumping lots of "stuff" not unlike pocket lint, but   
   more with the sense that it was all left-over "shake" (the best part of the   
   bottom of a baggie of marijuana.)  I recall thinking that some folk (such as   
   dope users) would be    
   cringing over this dumping of (drug) material, but to me it was nothing more   
   than burnable dirt that I had no interest in (other than possibly a passing   
   sense of nostalgia.)  There was something else going on *inside* the building,   
   but all I can barely    
   recall had to do with a sense of a key, such as a door key.   
      
   At any rate, the far clearer, more memorable dream (clarity 7 or 8?) involved   
   the area of Old Lascassas Road that has been (in real life) torn down of old   
   houses (they were much like rural homes with long but not too wide back yards)   
   that has had modern    
   apartment buildings put up in their place.  I recall one entire summer where   
   there was nothing but the sound of pile drivers ramming their way through the   
   limestone in order to put in some kind of foundations.   
      
   At any rate, two houses in particular belonged (or possibly were rented by)   
   the families of a friend / acquaintance (Benny Lee) and his cousin, Cindy   
   Hollimon, next door.  I was *dumbfounded* (in real life) to discover that this   
   angel, Cindy, was    
   actually Benny's *cousin!*  OK, well maybe that was a private little joke   
   being pulled on me that I was never wise to or exceptionally gullible, but   
   that's the past.  Suffice it to say, she was very much like the *template*   
   from which Gina seemed    
   patterned after.  If you put Cindy and Gina side-by-side, you'd be far more   
   likely to think THEY were cousins than Cindy and Benny.  But to get to the   
   dream:   
      
   I dreamt I (the dreamer) was passing along a section of Old Lascassas Road,   
   where there was a strange sort of building that was facing north, rather than   
   east, as Benny's and Cindy's homes did.  The building had a white exterior,   
   with a small, glass    
   front entrance, about the size of a screened in front porch, only it used   
   glass rather than mesh screen.   
      
   Inside there, I found at least one, possibly two people who "felt older" (like   
   they were my elders) but who (today) would look "younger" by comparison (I've   
   got 58½ years on this frame IRL.)  I was of the impression they might have   
   been Benny's or Cindy'   
   s parents.  I began the dialogue as that of someone ignorant of the exact   
   setting, but with some knowledge of what had been before:   
      
   "Didn't this used to be the home of Cynthia Jayne Hollimon's folks?"   
      
   TBPH, I can't recall what (his?) exact response was, but it had something to   
   do with her having some kind of criminal record, which was *surprising* to me   
   at the least!  Granted, in real life, my former domestic partner, Joyce Ann   
   Thomson, has an *   
   extensive* criminal record, but she didn't even occur to me at that point in   
   the dream.  Cindy reminds me of clover honey and sunshine by day, and the   
   twinkle of moonlight in her eyes at night :)   
      
   So that dream ended, and now that my fingers are warmed up for the day, I'm   
   gonna go take a quick look through the county records to see if any such   
   records on Cindy actually exist (I strongly doubt it.  I *suspect* the dream   
   was some kind of    
   conglomeration of the timeline of my own life, and the crimes of JAT were   
   simply messed up with the memories of Cindy.)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)