From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/04/18 Saturday:   
      
   Coke (CO2?) canisters, kids w/gumballs? parasite (yech!)  Man of perdition?   
      
   OK, so starting with letting the dog out early this morning (around 5, maybe   
   earlier?) I took my usual "cat nap" on the couch (which is VERY warm and   
   comfy!) while awaiting the dog's return (she gives a soft woof at the back   
   door.)  During this cozy-time,   
    I was wondering what it must be like for someone being burned alive? Not so   
   much as running out of a house, but more like being *trapped in* a burning   
   room with no way out.  I had a *very brief* instant, a "flash" of a man made   
   of flames, and I could *   
   barely* feel the heat, but that was mostly just a mental impression due to the   
   image itself.  This "quick flash" got me to thinking about people "burning in   
   hell" and how / why that ever came into being as a thought.  Of course, the   
   bowels of the Earth    
   breed volcanism (magma) and such, but I was more contemplative of why queers /   
   homos are especially doomed by evangelistic Bible-thumpers.  This got me to   
   thinking about how one is always one's own worst enemy (such that one's worst   
   self is typified as    
   Satan, a burning man of flame) and how *flame* is a *practically false*   
   version of *light* (as flame comes from the destruction of matter, compared to   
   plasma, which comes from the creation of matter) and why angels (creatures of   
   brilliant light) don't    
   actually "harm" the viewer.  Meanwhile, this bit about queers and Bible   
   thumpers got me to wondering why queers especially are an abomination:    
   because they yield death, since homosexuality is a *sterile* union.  So how   
   does that work with "love others    
   as thyself?"  Of course, one is to Love God FIRST, which is what leads to   
   procreation, as love needs to grow and spread (procreate.)  So this gets into   
   the Golden Rule, "treat others as one would wish to be treated" and there is   
   NO WAY I would ever want    
   someone treating my exit like an entrance.  That's just too painful a thought   
   to even think about.  Well, enough of that... I suspect the basic schism here   
   is in dealing with dualism (person A vs. person B) in comparison to   
   heterosexual monotheism ("Male    
   AND female created He *them*.")   
      
   The Coke CO2 canisters was nearer to waking and thus relatively clear:  it   
   involves being at a kind of store *similar* in area to US-41 North near the La   
   Vergne / Nashville border.  It was *as if* the store / location had somehow   
   "obtained" these    
   canisters as part of a business acquisition (sale, perhaps?) and the dreamer   
   was casually (?) leaving the place in a fluid manner of travel, which   
   typically indicates a vehicle of some sort (however, this felt more like it   
   used 2 wheels rather than 4,    
   due to the feel of the center of gravity during a left turn.)  The dreamer   
   turned left (off of what would be Waldron Road, headed west) into a business   
   area that dealt with Coke products (in real life, there actually is -or was-   
   such a place, but in the    
   dream, it looked more like a Cracker Barrel) and began asking to whom should   
   (he?) speak in order to get some kind of deal on the canisters in question.  I   
   seem to recall there was some sort of motion with the intent to return to   
   fetch the canisters when    
   the dream ended.   
      
   This dream of kids with gumballs (or whatever they were) seemed as if young   
   kids, maybe 4 to 6? were having a kind of family play involving bedsheets and   
   ghost stories.  The dreamer was only an observer at this point.  There was   
   *some* /light/ Q&A    
   regarding the show / play / performance, however, there is no recalled   
   information (just like most parents may remember an event but not so much as   
   what happened *at* that event, or after it) BUT the scene became one of   
   involving a small girl, perhaps 3    
   or 4, certainly no older than 5, having something to do with something like   
   gumballs (they *could* have been marbles, but I don't think so) and some idea   
   such as they may have belonged to her older brother, maybe not, but at either   
   rate, she wanted "me" (   
   the dreamer) to hold onto them for her (just like a kid might ask an adult to   
   temporarily hold something for them that they feel would be safer with an   
   adult than with an active, playful child.)   
      
   The final dream was one of the most disgusting dreams I've had in quite some   
   time, if not memorable history:  an adult female seemed to be in the (left   
   hand) driver's seat of a car, carrying a puppy (?) but there was something   
   *like* a worm / parasite    
   trying to escape the puppy.  It looked like a small version of a large   
   intestine, more like a string of anal beads, but with the appearance of   
   intestinal material, just like a parasitic-type gut worm.  This alarmed the   
   dreamer, but that very scene    
   somewhat transitioned into a scene of alarm (felt by the dreamer) with a small   
   amount of concern regarding the best method one should use to *fully extract*   
   that parasite.  However, the lady was then seen *out* of the car, working at   
   handling the    
   parasite in such a way as to deliver it safely to the ground, an area very   
   much resembling a planter (a raised area of dirt) however, the worm seemed a   
   bit larger than had first been seen.  It was more than a few inches long:  it   
   was well over a foot,    
   possibly more, and the "lead" end of it had opened up practically like an   
   intestine had been stretched open.  The lady (who had a ***very*** calm   
   Gina-like bearing to her) seemed more concerned that the worm be allowed to   
   fend for itself rather than to    
   kill it.  The dreamer, on the other hand, was repulsed to the point of telling   
   her she needed to go wash her hands, *just in case* that thing had shed any   
   eggs.  Whether or not she was even remotely concerned is unclear, as the dream   
   ended at that point.    
    "I" was *very* disconcerted after waking from that one, clearly closer in   
   mind to that of the dreamer than the lady in the dream itself.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)