From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/05/05 Cinco de Mayo! (Tuesday):   
      
   Pickup of [toys?] objects ("cleaning room") / "Check your headlights."   
      
   It's nearly 2:30 PM as I'm typing this.  I was "up" around 5 AM but was in   
   search of a meaningful dream.  I had *several* between 5 AM and around 10:30   
   AM, but the one that jumps immediately to mind (the most) involved the picking   
   up of toys (like toy    
   soldiers, perhaps?) and placing them into (what for a child would be) rather   
   large toy dump trucks (like about the largest Tonka toy short of something you   
   could actually ride around in.  More like the size for toddlers to sit and   
   scoot on.)  There were (   
   it seemed) two of these trucks, but only one of them seemed more in focus in   
   the next scene, which was where the dreamer was rolling them out of his   
   bedroom, through the living room into the kitchen, where my *late* father was   
   standing there, beside his    
   spot at the head of the table, around whom "I" (the dreamer) had to maneuver   
   this truck / these trucks in order to get them into the piano room, which is   
   where the folding attic ceiling stairs are located.  His belly (*just a bit*   
   on the bowl-full-of-   
   jelly side) was practically an obstacle in itself, and I was being careful to   
   avoid bumping into him.  Now while the toy soldiers and the truck(s) were   
   around clarity 7 or 8, Dad was *clearly* visible at clarity 9+, nearly 11,   
   actually (supernatural    
   clarity) and looked to be around his stronger, late 40s / early 50s condition,   
   with a relatively full(er) head of dark hair (he was thin on top, and kept it   
   basically short, but slightly longer than a clipper-buzz cut.)  At any rate,   
   as I was moving    
   around him, he said "Check your headlights" which I found amusing, as   
   "headlights" happens to be a euphemism for when a woman's nipples are erect.    
   "I" (the dreamer) was chuckling slightly to myself, thinking "Mine aren't   
   large enough to check," which    
   made me think of Gina, as hers certainly *are* large enough(!) when the dream   
   suddenly ended.   
      
   However, this brings to mind another dream, a bit lesser clarity (6 to 7?)   
   wherein a kind of Semitic (Jewish / Arab?) figurehead (like a bobble-head) was   
   on the floor, and the dreamer "fed" (or "dropped") something into its mouth,   
   like the object was    
   designed to swallow explosive ordinance (kind of like a bomb disposal unit)   
   only the explosive material didn't just "go off" but instead was "ingested",   
   as if inflammatory material is what *fed* the object (which had an Islamic   
   feel to it.)   
      
   This reminds me of the *other* dream, which was a bit more -- curious...   
      
   There were two people involved, with ONE of the two appearing much like Tony   
   Shalhoub's "Monk" character, but which one of the two he was in this sequence   
   is *unclear.*  Someone (the dreamer) was tossing thin, blue, dart-like objects   
   at the two people,    
   as if using the two humans as one would a dartboard, only the first person   
   (male) seemed to take a *number* of direct hits, some to the head, before   
   leaving the dream scene.  When the dreamer (the one throwing the darts) turned   
   to toss them at the *   
   second* person, THAT person was wearing a kind of mosquito net gown, only the   
   "net" was made of something akin to weed-wacker string, and the loops / links   
   / "chain" was of perhaps 1"-2" dimension.  This person was also wearing a hat,   
   beige / tan (hard    
   to tell with the netting) that looked a bit like what a Bwana would wear in   
   the Congo or the Boer Wars, or perhaps a beekeeper's hat (https:   
   /twitter.com/dicksilk/status/1257761222285578241).  The tossed darts seemed to   
   stick into the netting rather than    
   get through it, thus, the target human remained unstuck.  Clarity 7 or 8.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)