From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/04/02 Thursday:  Contest of Champions, and "missed" death sentence?   
      
   I was honestly feeling kinda "let down" at having woken up, in that the two   
   major dreams from last night were gripping / compelling beyond anything I've   
   ever dreamed before, in that they were "life like" to the point beyond mere   
   dreams, regarding things    
   that are somewhat beyond my personal ability.  Take for instance, the   
   dream-before-waking, of The Contest of Champions:   
      
   IN REAL LIFE there's been this *annual* area competition event, "The Contest   
   of Champions," held every year during the last week of October, since I was   
   born (1960) *except* for LAST year, when it was nixed due to some intended   
   antifa nonsense that was    
   expected on the square in Murfreesboro.  No, the areas are NOT related, like   
   around 1¼ miles apart or so, but the nervous nellies were so terrified by the   
   threat of conflict (there was a pro-white lives matter rally expected to come   
   in from a nearby    
   town) that the annual event was *cancelled*— not just rescheduled on a "rain   
   date," but downright *cancelled!*  First time that's ever happened.  Well,   
   this morning, there was this dream.  The dreamer's perspective was of a   
   greater-than-one-individual    
   view, possibly that of a CinemaScope camera, but possibly that of a small   
   group of people, but maybe it's just that a single dreamer is capable of a   
   slightly larger-than-life perspective?  Regardless, it was at the section of   
   the routine known as the "   
   drum solo."  This is a spot / routine / section often used in marching band   
   routines designed to highlight the fancy stick-work of the drum section, but   
   also gives the wind players (brass AND reeds and winds!) all a brief   
   opportunity to catch their    
   breath after a particularly energetic section (marching AND playing requires a   
   LOT of oxygen!)  So while the drummers were banging away on a rather intricate   
   piece of work (that's beyond my conscious ability to compose or even remotely   
   choreograph) there    
   was at least one rifle (an "auxiliary" band member who spins a wooden model   
   "rifle", being a "military" version of a baton twirler) who was doing a bit   
   that involved a kind of snake-like dance move.  Please note, in real life, I   
   simply don't dance, don't    
   play drums, and don't twirl a rifle OR a baton, and was only a "slightly above   
   average" trumpet player with a much greater-than-average ego / opinion as to   
   my own playing ability, so where ANY of this dream came from is *really*   
   beyond my own personal    
   imagination! But sure, I *may* have been dreaming as the "band director" who   
   may have put all this together (think of a general contractor who   
   sub-contracts the building of a home with various areas of special interest.)    
   Still, I was *fascinated* by the    
   segment of the routine, and was reasonably "released" / relieved / relaxed   
   when that particular dream ended.  I'm put in mind of an atom's electron that   
   "returns" from an excited level / orbit to its "standard" orbit.  Clarity 9,   
   for sure.  I could *feel*   
    the synchronization / "music" / vibration of the event.  It was only   
   *slightly* "larger than life," as if I'd been viewing the scene from a drum   
   major's field-stand position rather than as a spectator at a distance in the   
   audience / bleachers.   
      
   The dream *before* the morning / dawn moment (typically where I let the dog   
   out for her morning pee) involved the dreamer as a convict, an inmate at a   
   prison, only it seemed more like an internment camp of sorts.  There was   
   *some* freedom of movement    
   within the structure, as in hallways and the like, and it seemed like at some   
   point, an alcove was used whereby the dreamer simply "hid" by the turning of   
   the head and being "non-active" in the sense that a small child might try to   
   "hide" from a parent    
   by using the "you can't see me if I can't see you" rule of childhood   
   hide-&-seek.   
      
   There's another segment of this scenario, such that the dreamer has gone a   
   sort of "AWOL" by "escaping" the day he was scheduled to be executed.  "He"   
   (the dreamer) was "required" (or "had") to be terminated at some point similar   
   to 4:16 PM that    
   afternoon.  The time had a kind of "feel" to it more than an actual, stated   
   time coordinate.  Unfortunately, there's been a LOT of evaporation regarding   
   this dream.  At the time it was unfolding, it was *easily* an 8, yet after it   
   was over, it had    
   already dropped down to a 6, and trying to write about it, it's all down to a   
   4 *except* for this one part near the end:  the dreamer was somehow "returned"   
   to the facility in such a way that "he" (?) was on time in order that the   
   execution could proceed    
   as per normal, *as if* he had not escaped earlier that day.  There was a   
   *small* amount of "conversation" (mental dialogue, perhaps? with an omniscient   
   narrator?) regarding the concept that it was a "lucky" thing he'd returned in   
   time, or else he'd have    
   been in some "serious" trouble. :-)  Like, what's more serious than being   
   executed??  One might suppose that protracted, extended, slow torture could be   
   considered "less" desirable than a "quick death."  At any rate, the dreamer   
   sensed that the time    
   coordinates for the execution were definitely felt and considered "fixed" in   
   the sense that there was no chance of reprieve or any other expectation of   
   clemency.  So the dreamer "relaxed" and "accepted" what was to be would be.    
   And then, for no apparent    
   reason, the execution was called off.   
      
   Now, it is *perhaps* the uniqueness of being *within* a dream that there was   
   no apparent "change" to the dreamer's perspective.  If seen as from an   
   objective perspective, it *could* be that the dreamer *was* executed and   
   merely his soul was freed, but    
   since the dream was *from* the dreamer's perspective, it was just that the   
   overwhelming sense of freedom and release / relief was the only relevant   
   matter.  Regardless, *the dreamer* felt tremendous relief thinking that the   
   execution had been    
   miraculously called off.  The more I think about it, the more I'm of the   
   opinion he *had* been executed, but that his "consciousness" (soul) was simply   
   unaware of what had just happened to his "body."   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)