From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/05/11 Tuesday:   
      
   Just noting, *yesterday* was an "11" date as the 5 in May and the 22 in the   
   year (2020) all added up to 5+4=9+11=11 (numerologically speaking.)  All in   
   all, this year will likely be *very* momentous, as its a "22" year ALL YEAR,   
   while last 5/6 (5+6=11)    
   was a "33" occasion on a "6" day in a 22 year, and also the last edit (adding   
   in a missing period (.) in the middle of a line of text) to the "basic"   
   version of my book.  Now I'm at the publishing stage, and having to work   
   things out with a publisher is    
   MUCH like giving birth to a child:  the male provides the seed, the woman   
   shapes it, and together (in a best case scenario) they give birth to a child.    
   In this case, the publisher is like the woman, and the book being hammered out   
   is like the child in    
   utero.   
      
   Meanwhile:   
      
   There was a dream scene of my son, Charles, at about age 13, ± 2 years, more   
   on the 11-on-up side, however, in what seemed like a position on a couch (or   
   bench) along an open (sunny) street.  There seemed to be a Q & A of sorts,   
   where he asks the    
   dreamer, "When is the wedding?" to which the dreamer replies: "Friday."    
   Clarity 8, *maybe* 7, but the Q&A was closer to 9.   
      
   The dreamer sees a scene of a larger vending machine, perhaps *just a touch   
   larger* than the size for lunchroom snacks, with the revolving wheel and   
   sliding dispenser doors.  The dreamer is reaching in to pull out a somewhat   
   large, black, plastic case,    
   roughly 10" or 11" wide, 8" or 9" deep, and an inch or so tall (thick.)  He   
   withdraws it from the dispenser and puts it on a lunchroom table (of sorts)   
   and I *think* it contained a kind of model set, containing a red sports car,   
   similar to a kind of    
   model set wherein all the parts are simply put together to create a larger   
   scene / diorama.  There was a second retrieval from the vending machine, as if   
   the dreamer were comparing the two different choices selected.  There was yet   
   a *third* withdrawal    
   from the vending machine, only this case was a few inches thicker (like 4")   
   and *heavier* (the dreamer could SENSE the weight of it!) and the dreamer   
   *assumed* this package contained a train set (along with tracks) rather than   
   just a sports car.  End of    
   Dream.  Clarity 8+, as I have the impression that it was analogous to how one   
   goes about picking one's choices in life, observing the differences, and   
   selecting the one that best suits one's personal taste.   
      
   There was a scene that seemed to be taking place in the theater inside the 2nd   
   floor of the KUC (Keathley University Center) at MTSU (mtsu.edu/   
   aps/docs/CampusMap.pdf)— this theater is basically a number of rows of   
   simple (wooden, folding) seats in    
   front of a low stage (as a university student, I could easily hop up onto it,   
   although some students may have found that a bit challenging) with a WIDE   
   screen, capable of showing a CinemaScope film in full CinemaScope (with the   
   screen curtains pulled    
   wide open.)  Now, in real life, the screen was FIXED and the curtains worked   
   using an electric motor system with a control switch inside the    
   rojectionist's booth, HOWEVER, in the DREAM, the screen itself could raise and   
   lower using a similar switch!     
   The dreamer found this a bit surprising.  The lights in the dream (as well as   
   in real life) were also controllable from the projectionist's booth.   
      
   NOTE:  I *left* this webpage window open overnight without posting.  It's now   
   5/13 Wednesday, and I have one left-over note regarding a dream from yesterday   
   that I have yet to post on, although the content has mostly evaporated.  Here   
   are the bare bones    
   of it:   
      
   Apparently the dreamer was in a "class" setting, most likely representing   
   various online environments, but that's something of a speculation at this   
   point.  I've noticed that a lot of times, various "rooms" simply indicate   
   various group settings, such as    
   on Fascist Book, Zoom, etc.  The interesting starting point of this particular   
   dream involved a 4-pack of toilet paper and one roll that was dispensed from   
   it and given to a female, as a guy might offer candy to gal in an attempt to   
   curry favor, although    
   it may *also* have had a subtext of simply being a gift from one who "has" to   
   another "in need."  There seemed to be some kind of plot mechanism regarding   
   the roll as well as the remaining 3 (still in the plastic wrap) almost as if   
   in a comedy chase-type    
   scene, such as in "Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom," where they're   
   chasing a loose diamond on the floor of a nightclub where someone spilled a   
   bucket of ice, along with the co-action of chasing after an antidote that's   
   skittering around on the floor    
   as well.   
      
   There was also a type of (classroom? work environment?) scene involving 2 or 3   
   side-by-side monitors.  This was *very* similar to a TV studio where the   
   production screen (what the viewer sees) is split up into various "camera   
   angles" with each monitor    
   displaying a different camera view.  There was some activity involving   
   "dimming" the view of a "talking head" (a camera shot of a person from the   
   chest up, but practically from the neck up) such that the view on the monitor   
   was dimmed out, but rather    
   than a fade-to-black, it was more of a dim-to-sand.  Yeah, I don't quite   
   understand it either, but such as it was....  Overall clarity of these were   
   around 7-ish, even though there's been a bit of evaporation over the course of   
   a day.  If I'd not    
   scribbled down a few notes right after waking, they'd likely all be gone,   
   period.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)