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|    Richard Silk to All    |
|    2020/03/09 Monday:    |
|    09 Mar 20 09:42:23    |
      From: dicksilk@gmail.com              2020/03/09 Monday:              All these dreams seemed more related to "the dreamer" than to myself, as some       of them were (what public society would consider) "criminal" in nature:              In this one dream, "the dreamer" was with someone else in what felt like an       excursion for the purpose of ripping off yard junk from someone else's       property. This *may* have been a porch-pirate scenario, but as I've never       experienced anything like that        IRL, this felt more like simple trespass and robbery of yard junk. There was       what seemed like a suitcase or briefcase or box that was being grabbed, only       the residents inside the house became alarmed and came out to defend their       home. The dreamer kept        his face turned away from the people in order to avoid identification and also       made an attempt at running. There was a sense of "do NOT run toward your own       home!" because that would have directly led anyone in pursuit back in at least       a general        direction.              Note: *Just before* this scenario was one involving something like a black       cat-like critter, only with a larger head (somewhat like a human.) I can't       recall the reason why, but the dreamer used a stick of wood (about 1"=2" in       diameter, very similar to        a maple tree limb fallen or blown off by a strong wind, the kind one finds in       the yard after a storm) to *whack* the cat-like critter on the head. The       strike did not make the kind of impact desired, and the critter simply winced       but did not fall over        dead as expected. Nor did the cat attack or run away: it merely sat there.        The dreamer whacked the cat-critter a good 2 or 3 more times, somewhat in       frustration by this time, yet the cat did not die. In fact, it pretty much       seemed to just take it        like it was nothing. It was at this point the dreamer somehow caught the       attention of the people in the house, who came out to see why the cat was       being whacked, which prompted the dreamer to grab the suitcase-like object and       flee the premises, which        was where the dream ended with the thought/sense "whatever you do, don't run       'home' or the cops will follow you there and nab you." It wasn't articulated       *exactly* that clearly, but it was certainly *felt* (as the dream ended.)        Note: the location of        this scenario was also about the Old Lascassas Road area, but did not seem       like the homes of yesteryear. It had a more "modern" feel to the timeline.              In another dream, the feel was feudal but did not seem quite that old / long       ago. It felt more "contemporary" than anything. There was some sense that a       person had come to pledge support to a House (or Lord) of the land, and had       been accepted, only the        person pledging did not seem to bring any army with him, just himself. There       was some kind of behind-the-scenes action going on, most likely a political       (military) struggle for power of some kind, which resulted in someone *like* a       head-of-family        observing that the guy who came to pledge didn't bring ANY assets with him,       which should have been the *first* hint to the kids who let him inside the       home, very much like a "Wow! I coulda had a V8!" / "Duh!" type moment.              This was followed with the guy who gained entrance to the house ending up       headed off to bed with the matriarch of the home. This suddenly felt ALL       SORTS of weird, like the dreamer felt more like the son of the matriarch, and       that felt extremely wrong        that this wanna-be was crawling into bed with her, and also the sense of       "where is Dad?" / "Why isn't DAD in the bed with her?" The strangeness of       this scene caused the end of dream to occur.              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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