From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/05/11 Monday (Rev 12, revealed!)   
      
   In the epic dualism of "life" and "death", Life may be attributed as "=1,   
   =TRUE" whereas "death" (something of a myth, actually) may be viewed as "=0,   
   =FALSE."  This explains "the Voice" I heard while driving to Pulaski on the   
   evening of June 4th, 1981,    
   but I digress.   
      
   LAST night / early this morning, I had a dream sequence that started basically   
   with the dreamer describing a car to someone, and although this is as verbatim   
   as possible, there may be a *slight* disconnect between the "real" world   
   actual items being    
   described, and their appearance *in* the dream, but here goes:  The dreamer   
   was describing the vehicle as "a 1967 Dodge Charger with a 1957 Chrysler Hemi"   
   (as close as I can get to what was said.  This part of the dream was just a   
   *shade* less clear than    
   the rest of it.)  The dreamer went on to vocally imitate the "throaty growl /   
   roar" of the engine, just as would a human doing a *really* good impression of   
   a car engine, only it sounded exactly like that— a human imitating a car's   
   engine.   
      
   For some (as yet unexplained) reason, the next scene involves the dreamer   
   riding *backwards*, as if a camera view perspective from a lead-car, viewing   
   back at the Charger (which was not red, like the "General Lee", but very dark,   
   perhaps with a very dark    
   green tint or hue.  NOT something easily seen at night!!)   
      
   There was something going on, something like a street race between two cars,   
   and the dreamer's perspective on the road ahead was *like* having to view it   
   as if using a rear-view mirror that was forward facing: as if the dreamer had   
   to actually twist /    
   turn around 180° in order to see the road ahead.  Looking back, the dreamer   
   sees at least 1, perhaps 2 or more police cars giving chase, with lights and   
   siren wailing, so the dreamer eases off the throttle, so to speak, and the   
   *other* car (with which a    
   race was going on) zooms on past on the left.  Sure enough, the police car(s)   
   head after that chase vehicle, as the dreamer's vehicle clearly was not racing   
   at the moment, but the *other* car still was (giving them a continued /   
   extended "hot pursuit.")     
   It's *possible* the *other* car at this point *was* the dark greenish-black   
   charger.   
      
   This scene somehow transitioned into the NEXT scene, which involved a type of   
   fascist government / law-enforcement presence that seemed interested in   
   checking the health status of the individuals in its net, so to speak.  While   
   there seemed to be others    
   around, any number or description was simply not available, as if the dreamer   
   had zero interest in whom all was being herded up.  The dreamer's concern was   
   simply to avoid any arrest, as the dreamer had NOT been pulled over by the cop   
   car(s) earlier, but    
   instead had somehow "arrived" at this subsequent scene.   
      
   It seems as if the "law enforcement" folk were headed up by a woman-in-charge,   
   and although there wasn't a *good* look at her, she seemed kinda familiar,   
   very much like a boss-female archetype, *kinda* like Gina, but with a much   
   heavier presence, not as    
   in weight so much as in bearing, like a gal (around late 30s to early 40s?)   
   who had been in law enforcement for awhile and had the beefier physique that   
   goes along with that kind of profession.   
      
   This fascist-type (democrat?) enforcement presence was checking to see who was   
   "clean" vs. who was *not.*  The dreamer said, "I'm clean! I'm *clean!*" and   
   showed his right hand as proof, having a needle stick-mark on the top of the   
   back of the hand,    
   evidence that an injection / vaccine / inoculation of some type had been   
   administered.  The dreamer was also (somehow) sticking up for his mother,   
   something like "She's clean, too!" and (I *think*) she had a stick mark on the   
   back of her hand as well.     
   This part of the dream was also a bit unclear, as the dreamer's mother was not   
   *exactly* clear / visible.  However, it seemed as if (since she was older) the   
   fascist-folk were taking her away.  The next scene in the dream has someone   
   (that heftier gal    
   who was in charge, perhaps?) handing the dreamer an upper and lower retainer,   
   along with a rather shallow, nearly cookie-cutter expression of condolence.    
   End of Dream. Clarity 8 (due to a few vague spots.)   
      
   NOTE:  in the computer world (in days of yore, *possibly* even today, a stream   
   of data being sent would end with an ASCII character, EOD (End of Data,   
   Control-D [^D]) which some may refer to as "EOT" (end of transmission)   
   however, to be clear, the EOD I'   
   m talking of came about in the EARLY days of computing (punch card readers) in   
   the progression sequence of ^A (End of Address) ^B (End of Block character) ^C   
   (End of Control ticket, also used to terminate a remote terminal from a   
   timesharing session with    
   a mainframe) and ^D (End of Data) (https://books.google.com/book   
   ?id=DEJdDwAAQBAJ&pg=PA173&lpg=PA173&dq=ascii+eod+%22end+of+data%   
   2&source=bl&ots=XJBH-WSdGr&sig=ACfU3U1aMj7pviuIGa1Tnno1v1M4glsO6   
   &hl=en&sa=X&ved=   
   2ahUKEwjD1ILn6avpAhUPOq0KHduBD8EQ6AEwAHoECDAQAQ#v=onepage&q=asci   
   %20eod%20%22end%20of%20data%22&f=false)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)