From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/03/29 Sunday: "I Love My God"   
      
   Last night (early this morning, around 1:30 A.M.) after watching a special on   
   DVR on the making of the James Bond series of films (Did you know there were   
   TWO film makers in the Bond franchise??)  I went to bed starting on a familiar   
   mantra (regarding    
   Love) then worked in "God is Love" then that transitioned into "I Love My   
   God," which entailed the father/son dynamic.  However, that was the manta I   
   fell asleep on, and had two dreams sequences of mention that I can recall.    
   The dream before waking was    
   freshest on my mind, so much that even a slight stretch in bed practically   
   *washed* ALL other dream recollection away until just before I sat down to   
   type, which helped bring the earlier dream back to the point of recollection,   
   and since that dream is    
   shorter in scope, I'll start there:   
      
   I had this rather short, cryptic (?) dream regarding my Father, appearing much   
   as he did through the developmental part of my childhood, during his   
   mid-forties.  The dream, however, *began* with his *signature* as seen on a   
   piece of paper, only it was *   
   slightly* more rounded and flowing than his physical signature, which is quite   
   a bit more *authoritarian* ("rigid", perhaps? angular, certainly.) However,   
   there was a slight overlapping of how my signature *used* to look in my youth,   
   back when I was    
   working on making *it* more rounded and flowing.  This image (of his   
   signature) was followed by a fairly brief conversation with him, face to face,   
   only it felt *far* more "relaxed" than he ever did in real life (whenever we   
   went fishing, he was more "to    
   himself" than relaxed and "open.")  In this sequence, we were actually   
   *commiserating* as in comparing experiences.  As to *what* we were discussing   
   / comparing, I really can't recall.  Clarity ran between 8 down to 6 (based on   
   the amount of info that    
   did *not* appear to be recalled.  Who knows?  perhaps it was even an 8+?)   
      
   The dream before waking, which had a *much* higher degree of recall, was   
   centered around a female "cousin" whom I had apparently never known.  While   
   this has a parallel in real life, the cousin in this dream felt more like   
   someone I knew from the    
   internet, either here on Alt.Dreams but *more* like someone I've chatted with   
   on Quora.com (recently, I began chatting a bit on Facebook with a "newly   
   discovered" cousin, Barbara Liebman, who is the daughter of my dad's sister,   
   apparently from my aunt's *   
   first* marriage.  BL is now living in Israel and following the Jewish faith,   
   although it's possible she was raised in the Jewish tradition since birth.    
   I'm really fuzzy on that.  I'd heard BL's name *mentioned* on occasion   
   throughout my life, but never    
   had her "pegged" in the family tree, other than as some distant relative.  I   
   *still* find it a bit novel to contemplate I have an older, female cousin whom   
   I never really knew about!)   
      
   This dream of a cousin was *centered* around a country (or slightly rural,   
   "older" style) kitchen, "quaint" for certain, not *quite* "rustic".  It felt   
   more like Indiana / Michigan than further West or East.  "The Dreamer" had a   
   fairly good "camera view"    
   ("establishing shot" / perspective) of the kitchen floor, at perhaps a   
   30°–45°downward view.  It was wooden but with a large, rectangular (dark   
   patterned) area rug.  Note that the rug *may* just be a "conscious intrusion"   
   upon the setting.  It may    
   have simply been a beautifully patterned wood grain.  It was more squarish   
   than rectangular, and there were cabinets from the floor upward on at least   
   one wall, possibly 3.  The view changed somewhat depending upon what was being   
   discussed.  There was at    
   least one door in the middle of at least one wall, and this door seemed to   
   open to the outdoors.  Aside from a *very* brief discussion about this female   
   being a cousin (although there wasn't any maternal / paternal identity clearly   
   established, she *felt*   
    more on the maternal side) the action of the encounter dwelled upon two basic   
   themes, the first being animals / pets.  There was something to do with a   
   particular type of animal that had a more undomesticated quality to it, much   
   like some folk out in    
   the country might befriend a deer, only this particular critter had a   
   different type of feel / name to it, something like a "dakal" or "jakal" (like   
   "jackal," yet slightly different) (I suspect this word *may* have been based   
   on the name of the pharaoh    
   of Egypt's "lost" 4th pyramid: the Pyramid of Djedefre consists today mostly   
   of ruins located at Abu Rawash in Egypt— I watched a 2-hour special on the   
   subject yesterday evening on DVR.)  The conversation with this cousin began to   
   focus on material *   
   she* had posted online, which had the *feeling* of material on Quora.com,   
   except her posts were being shown to me on a *smartphone* rather than on a   
   laptop, which is how I primarily work online (I only use a tablet / Android   
   device when a site is    
   absolutely too modern to work with my browser.)  There was a specific story   
   being reviewed, something *similar* to "I, Robot" (but NOT "I, Robot") which   
   struck a resonant cord in the dreamer's mind, and the dialogue went something   
   like:  "This seems    
   familiar to me.  Have I chatted with you?" (or "Have we ever discussed   
   [subject X] before?" or "Do you know me?") at which point the question of   
   whether or not I "followed" her (on Quora) or whether she followed "me" arose,   
   at which point "I" (in this    
   case, "I" had the sense of identity of "Richard Silk") began navigating her   
   device for the purpose of finding my own profile and simply following myself.    
   I figured that I could later find *that* notification and follow her back,   
   although I nearly *never*   
    follow anyone.  The dream ended as I began trying to navigate my way on her   
   device.  Clarity 8, but yes, there was actually a bit of evaporation that took   
   place between waking and the posting of the dream!   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)