From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/03/25 Wednesday:  HRC?!?!?   
      
   Well, this one was certainly unfathomable:  I totally forgot about it until it   
   just *popped* back to mind after having browsed through a few morning posts on   
   Facebook:  The Dreamer was working to act as a bridge between two groups:    
   someone (Mitch    
   McConnell? it felt like him, but the person was never actually "seen") was   
   being left-arm embraced while HRC was being guided by the dreamer's right arm,   
   as if the dreamer were hugging both people at the same time, but more like   
   congenially guiding them    
   to a middle ground, as it were.  The background was basically all whitish,   
   without definition.  The only dialogue or sentience of any kind was a genuine   
   sense of shock / surprise at discovering HRC under my right arm.  The sense of   
   dialogue went    
   something like:   
   "Hillary Clinton?!?"   
   "I'm as surprised as you are!"   
   Followed by a sense of warmth that there *is* a way for both of these   
   "parties" to move forward together.  After waking, I did find it a tad unusual   
   that the "Mitch" feeling was on the dreamer's left while HRC was on the   
   right.  The only color of any    
   kind detected was that whomever was on the left seemed to be in a dark   
   business suit, while HRC was in her lady's blue two-piece / business suit.   
      
   Aside from that unusual (totally political?) clip, there were these three:   
      
   "House at the far end of the neighborhood"   
   "Unconditional doggy love"   
   "House across the street / gas pump slot machine?"   
      
   So the house at the far (north) end of the neighborhood seemed to be in an   
   area that doesn't actually exist as I know it, or perhaps is in an area where   
   a "new" neighborhood has been developed (I imagine the area further north of   
   Windsor as all woods /    
   scrag-land, but well into my adult years, someone plowed them out and built a   
   ritzy hood for the more-elite, upper-middle class.)  All I can remember about   
   this dream seemed to deal with a business that had gone under, and as such,   
   lots and lots of stuff    
   was being liquidated / packed to be sold off / moved.  The only dialogue that   
   I can possibly recover had to deal with establishing that someone was having   
   to pack up and move.   
      
   This other dream involved someone with a spray hose (similar to a fire hose)   
   that was putting out a *column* of water, perhaps 3"–4" in diameter, only it   
   was freezing cold outside, as in well below 0°F, so when a guy with   
   clipper-shorn, reddish hair    
   and his longer-but-also-red-haired dog were doused by the spraying jet, he had   
   to get somewhere to work on removing the ice on his legs.  I gotta say, this   
   dream was a bit disoriented, but here goes:  there was an image of the dog   
   chewing the ice of (his?   
   ) its own fur, but only for a split second, as the rest of the dog's action   
   seemed to be trying to gnaw the ice off the guy's legs.  The guy must have   
   been having a bad moment, as he berated the dog.  Then someone *like* an   
   omniscient narrator chided the    
   fellow for berating the dog.  He even pointed out the dog had died while   
   trying to free the guy's leg from the ice whilst selflessly ignoring the dog's   
   own ice.  Needless to say, there was a deep sense of sorrow from the guy at   
   having been so thoughtless.   
      
   The last dream seemed related to the other one where the house was being   
   packed up (allegedly due to the coronavirus DemPanic) but this one was more   
   localized, specifically, to the two houses across the street from my childhood   
   home on Scottland Drive.     
   The house *directly* across the street belongs to (Mister) Olan Bell, and the   
   house to the north of it used to belong to the Fergusons. But in this dream,   
   Fergie's house was apparently owned by someone more contemporary (the   
   Fergusons moved out DECADES    
   ago!) While I don't recall *exactly* how or where this dream began, it   
   eventually dealt with this red, box-like object, roughly 3' tall, and perhaps   
   2½'x2½' depth and width.  The dreamer never got a really good look at it,   
   but it seemed to be a cross    
   between a Vegas-type slot machine and a gas pump, only the kind where it keeps   
   about 20–50 gallons inside its lower portion.  I can recall there was also   
   at least one dog involved, but can't recall how it interacted with the main   
   plot.  However, the    
   red object was at first left outside on the Bell's front curb, then was later   
   spotted across the street (on "my" side of the street) at the area between the   
   northern border of my property (it runs east-west) and the driveway of the   
   neighboring duplex on    
   the north side of the property line.  In other words, it was kinda in "no   
   man's land" as one would have to really take a close look to determine on   
   whose side of the property line it sat.  I (the dreamer) just figured it had   
   been abandoned / neglected in    
   some way, so the dreamer took it over to the Ferguson's house and asked the   
   person there if he could return it and get "Tony's" money back.   
      
   A little bit about this house:  it appeared to be FULL of stuff one might find   
   in a pawn shop.  The person with whom the dreamer was dealing seemed very   
   affable, which somewhat surprised the dreamer, expecting a "no refunds" kind   
   of attitude, but instead,   
    he fished up a clear, plastic wrapper (not unlike what one would get a large   
   Sunday paper delivered in) that was full of paperwork and cash.  Some in large   
   bills, some small bills, some change, but clearly a bit of money.  The amount   
   seemed to be about    
   somewhere between $14 and $18 *thousand* dollars.  There was an exact amount,   
   but after thumbing through the cash, the dreamer felt that counting it would   
   be too time consuming as well as insulting to the proprietor, as this   
   *appeared* to be exactly what    
   "Tony" had given, possibly within the past 2 days.  Interesting note here:    
   the name "Tony" was heard at least twice, maybe 3 times, even though the kid   
   across the street was named "TOMMY" Bell, and this discrepancy was definitely   
   noted (at least    
   mentally) by the dreamer, along with a slightly perplexed question as to why   
   the name issue?  Regardless, the dreamer took the package of paperwork and   
   money, and walked out, only to encounter Mr. Bell (and Tommy?) directly   
   approaching, apparently about    
   to mouth off about the dreamer having sold back the red device.  The dreamer   
   merely shoved the package of paperwork and cash into the Bells' hands and   
   walked away, satisfied the right thing had been done, and if the Bells wanted   
   to get their neglected    
   object back, that was their option.  Dream ended.   
      
      
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