From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/05/24 Sunday: New X-Men / Agents of Shield?   
      
   First dream occurred, and I *tried* making mental notes on it before falling   
   back to sleep.  Unfortunately, the only thing I can recall is the pattern of a   
   facemask, based on the covid-craziness of late, although I'm fairly certain   
   that neither of these (   
   covid nor facemasks) had *anything* to do with the actual dream content.    
   Clarity 1, 2 at best.   
      
   The 2nd dream of recall had to deal with the dreamer doing something as if on   
   a back yard patio that allowed access to some bare trees (as if in wintertime)   
   off to the right side of the porch (from the perspective of the house) which   
   had a kind of "north"   
    vibe to them, as if the trees were "north" of the patio.  The dreamer noted   
   that the branches seen looked to be a kind of conglomeration of various forms   
   of wood, such as a plank or two, with a nail sticking out of one of them.  The   
   dreamer grabbed onto    
   what looked like a portion of an arm or leg, in the form of a segment of limb   
   (tree branch) and lifted it clear of the tree structure and let it go, such   
   that gravity did all the rest:  the limb / segment / whatever (portion of   
   genetic code, perhaps?)    
   immediately dropped below the view (as if the patio were up a bit beyond   
   ground level, much like some homes built upon a slope where the ground falls   
   away from the "ground" floor, with the porch built out as an awning or such,   
   typically with a basement    
   level below the porch.)  A voice was heard asking the dreamer, "What did you   
   just do?"  The *feeling* of the answering thought was simply that some   
   landscaping / cleaning is always necessary, but that wasn't actually expressed   
   as a coherent thought.     
   However, anyone who has *done* yard work of this nature realizes, it just   
   needs done.  There is no "Why did you do that?" to answer to.   
      
   The last dream of mention involved quite a lengthy scene.  Fortunately (?)   
   I've waited about 4 hours or so to get around to writing it, giving it some   
   time to better congeal into something shorter / more succinct.  Although I   
   enjoy dream-journaling, the    
   idea of spending hours writing down every detail seems a bit much at times,   
   like when I've got other things to do today.  Regardless:   
      
   There was an ongoing scenario that seemed built around a small handful of   
   enhanced humans, much like those in "Agents of Shield", which are a bit of a   
   spin-off on the X-Men.  However, in this dream environment, these people   
   seemed FAR more "real" and far    
   LESS "cartoonish" or "scripted."  This seemed like a reality-based situation   
   (clarity 8 or even 9!) where the established group was contemplating what to   
   do next, as in "What have we on our agenda for this month?" although that was   
   NOT a quote from the    
   dream.  They were more like a team / clique sitting around brainstorming what   
   to come up with next?   
      
   The dreamer seemed a part of a "newer" set of youth (teens-to-twenties)   
   interested in doing something for the good of society, yet there was an   
   antagonist of sorts who had a rather complex scenario of his own set up,   
   having something to do with *if*    
   someone tried to accuse him, he not only had an air-tight alibi in place, but   
   it would *also* trigger whatever it was he had concocted, which seemed to   
   result in a nuclear detonation of some kind that would certainly wipe out a   
   sizable population (such    
   as NYC or similar.)   
      
   The "newer" team had to find a way to infiltrate the older group's clique in   
   order to begin formulating a way forward toward resolution of the pending   
   disaster.  The "action" (if you will) involved having to get in through a   
   glass door into something    
   like an anteroom, also with thick, glass walls (resembling that of a teller's   
   window) but the dreamer had a "sense" of potential invisibility, but it was   
   dependent upon a feeling of peace, and the room had to be "de-energized" to an   
   extent, so there was    
   a bit of physical motion involved, ***much*** like Tai Chi moves, using arms,   
   hands, and fingers to insert into the air, as if to give off neutralizing   
   energy or something.  At this particular scene, the dreamer actually *saw* a   
   guy doing this.  Whether    
   or not it was an "external camera view" of the dreamer or not, well, I'll   
   leave that to the reader / interpreter, but-- as this went on, another person   
   (a female?) began doing the same thing, and *others* were coming into the room   
   (again, this is like a    
   handful of "newer" folk trying to get a leg-up on the "existing" folk, in   
   order that the existing team finds itself in league with rather than opposing   
   the new team.)  There is a sense that the invisibility is gone, and the newer   
   folk are in a bit of an    
   awkward situation with respect to how they ended up there all of a sudden, and   
   *what* were they doing there in the first place?!?   
      
   There is some explanation given as to how the (external) antagonist has this   
   nefarious scheme laid out, how trying to go after him will trigger an event,   
   and how he's basically insulated against prosecution by all normal means.  The   
   combined group (of    
   the older AND the newer team) kinda flow into a conference room, and the   
   dreamer is heard giving his thoughts aloud (sorry, I can't recall now what was   
   being said) and, realizing he's talking aloud, suddenly stops as if in apology   
   for the intrusion, but    
   finds the group inviting him to continue on, as it appears he's now got the   
   "lead energy" so to speak.  The dreamer continued toward the room where the   
   conference was taking place when the dream abruptly ended.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)