From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/04/10 Friday:  "The Beast Returns!"   
      
   A few nights back (3??) I had a mini-dream-vision of drops and drops of water,   
   only they were going left to right rather than falling as rain, and the drops   
   were all uniform (tiny) in size and lit around their edges, as if the surface   
   of each drop were    
   luminescent.  I have little-to-no-clue what that was about, but the next day   
   there was an intense rainstorm in real life.  They don't *exactly* match,   
   however, as the rain storm (though windy) was at night and the drops *were*   
   falling mostly in the    
   direction of gravity (downward.)   
      
   Meanwhile, last night there were a few, starting with the dream before waking,   
   wherein I (the dreamer) was somewhat playing with 3 dogs, being two shaggier,   
   darker Irish Shepherd types and one that I thought was Queeny, although Queeny   
   has been dead    
   since late 1979 or somewhere in 1980.  Her *energy*, however, was exactly like   
   that of my current dog, Ginger, only Ginger is perhaps double Queeny's size   
   IRL, and certainly of darker (more reddish/ginger) coloring.   
   (Ginger pics:) twitter.com/dicksilk/status/1248618211496484864   
   It's my impression (impressions were VERY "rough" here, and possibly due to   
   the dreamer actually having been as in the mind of a dog!!) that the two   
   larger dogs (the setter types) had been tussling over something they were   
   supposed to have left alone.     
   The setting was field-like, practically yard-like, and had the feel of being   
   near a creek, but again, these were mostly just sensed feelings, all of it.    
   Clarity 5?  If the dreamer had *known* s/he was in the body of a dog, I'd say   
   it would have been    
   closer to an 8 or 9! :-) (for a dog!) :) "Ruff" dream :-)   
      
   The dream prior to this one involved a business setting, very much like an   
   office area that required network cabling installed between all the office /   
   desk areas.  Now, mind you, in a real-life setting, this would be FAR neater   
   and the cables would all    
   be hidden, but in this dream setting, what first caught the    
   dreamer's attention were the rope-like (gray) wires all over the place,   
   practically like growing vines, visible on the floors everywhere, including   
   along aisles (like hallways) formed by the sides of cubicles and "offices"   
   structured upon the floor-plan.    
    These "vines" had branched endings, rather than network plugs (think of how   
   phones plug into a wall these days, with RJ-11 plugs; computer networks use   
   RJ-45 plugs.  In this dream, there were no plugs, only branch ends of gray   
   wires.  It very much    
   reminded the dreamer of neural fibers / neurons in the brain.)  "I" couldn't   
   help thinking how difficult it must be to get these ends wired properly, and   
   felt a bit of gladness that it wasn't "my" part of "the job."  (While I can   
   install and move    
   computer stations in homes and offices, running the wiring was never one of my   
   strong-points.  I naturally prefer wireless these days.)   
      
   "I" (the dreamer) was in the building apparently as a job applicant, although   
   there was a serious feeling of "Déjà vu", as if I'd worked for them before,   
   in the role of a temp.  The name of the agency was "Specter" and although that   
   consciously rings a    
   bell with the James Bond series by Ian Fleming, such was not felt here in this   
   dream, so either the dreamer was incredibly naive, or it simply wasn't the   
   onerous evil empire in this particular dream world that it represents in   
   Fleming's spy-fiction world.   
     However, *in the world* there was this one open office area, in which was   
   this *one* album (like a 33 RPM old school album!) just laying right in the   
   middle all by itself.  "I" lifted it up by its circumference, between my   
   hands, as one normally (   
   cautiously) holds an album, only this one was *translucent* to the extent that   
   light could be seen through it.  In fact, I suppose if one were to have made a   
   "close up" examination of the disc, one may well have been able to easily see   
   through it, just    
   as if one were looking through a very sheer piece of fabric.  At any rate, the   
   dreamer placed it on a table at the side, figuring if someone came looking for   
   it, at least they'd be less likely to step on it there in the middle of the   
   floor.  NOTE:  I can'   
   t help but wonder if it may have some symbolic correlation to my book,   
   tinyurl.com/TKC-freeview (which is kept online in the "cloud" as a shareable,   
   downloadable PDF file.)  At any rate, during a "sit-down" with a blondish,   
   professional-looking lady (   
   late 20s to mid 30s, perhaps?) "I" (the dreamer) had a significant Déjà vu   
   that I'd worked here before, and mentioned to her that my "file" was possibly   
   still available.  "I" was trying to deliberately bring to mind what little had   
   changed on my résumà  
   © since I'd last worked there, and figured I could just "wing it" if I had   
   to.  Overall, I'd say the dream had a clarity of 8, nearly 9, although all   
   that wiring symbology along the floor seemed much rougher, down to the 7 or   
   possibly even 6 level.   
      
      
   [continued in next message]   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)