From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/06/04 Thursday: Trump's elevator / phone call   
      
   In this one dream, "I" seem to be the dreamer.  At least, "I" was aware of   
   what I was wearing, which appeared to be cut off shorts and bare feet   
   (probably a T-shirt of some kind) and I felt like I normally feel when out in   
   the yard (like mowing or weed-   
   eating.) The scene develops with President Trump and the dreamer inside a   
   small (but not too small) elevator, perhaps 4'x4'x7'+ (the ceiling did not   
   seem too high nor too low) and it felt like the dreamer was apologizing for   
   having shown up in what might    
   be considered "undercover casual" rather than more of a "business casual"   
   attire.  Something about not having expected to be in that elevator at that   
   time with the President.  We're standing there a good moment, before the   
   dreamer even realizes the car    
   is apparently not moving, at which point Trump uses a walkie-talkie to call   
   out a floor destination to whomever is on the other end.  "I" ask him   
   regarding "are we being listened to?" (as in— are we being bugged? is there   
   someone listening to what goes    
   on inside this car?) he replies that yes, there is, and the dreamer starts to   
   point out "You realize, don't you, that you don't need that walkie, right?"   
   and begins to explain that if someone is listening in on whatever is said in   
   the car, then no walkie    
   is required to signal which floor to go to.  Simply say it aloud.  However,   
   the dream appears to end during this observation.  There was a *tiny* feeling   
   as if Trump had zero interest in the scenario at that point.   
      
   Meanwhile, a far more— impactful— dream occurred before waking:  the   
   dreamer was being handed a cordless phone, of an older type (white) model,   
   similar to back during the years they were first starting to go from "new   
   technology" to "fashionable," as    
   in -how can this be made visually / sensually attractive to the buyer?- I   
   point this out because the phone was reminiscent of one that felt familiar, as   
   if it were one I used to own.  There is a lady on the other end, whose name is   
   now completely blurred    
   away, but had a similarity to "Lydia Hinds" although it's more than likely   
   that was NOT the name used in the dream, but it certainly was close.  Like   
   Linda Hynd, for example.  "LH" may well be valid as the initials, however.    
   The point was that this call    
   felt like it may have been well-aimed, but "I" (the dreamer) was not making a   
   proper mental connection as to whom it was *for.*  It occurred to the dreamer   
   that the call was intended for my mother, and I was about to point this out /   
   get the call to Mom,    
   when the gal just hung up, as if she'd called to a wrong number and decided to   
   drop the line rather than to say "I'm sorry, I must have the wrong number,"   
   which usually affords the call recipient the opportunity to say something   
   like, "No, no, I think    
   you must be calling for my mother" but as I said, the caller simply hung up,   
   leaving the dreamer with an odd feeling, but "if it's important, she'll call   
   back" perhaps.  "I" went out into the living room in order to try and explain   
   the call to Mom, such    
   that if Mother made sense of it, she could call LH back.  However, the dream   
   action took something of a turn here, as two grown men in suits (perhaps 30s   
   or 40s?) were on the floor playing with crayons (coloring.) At this point, I   
   awoke, with the idea in    
   my head that they must've represented grown men of today who in years past   
   were but kids in my mother's Sunday School class(es) (for preschool-to-2nd   
   graders, I think.  Not sure, exactly.)  This led to the other idea that this   
   could all be another heads-   
   up-type dream regarding my mother's future passing.  In real life, she   
   occasionally drops a phrase along the lines of "I won't be around to see it".    
   Needless to say, I'm very much interested in getting my book to market   
   *before* Mom passes, as I'd very    
   much prefer to buy this house than have to pack it all up and move.  After   
   all, this is my home where I grew up.  Aside from a few decades of decadence,   
   this is my *only* home *except* for a specific moment when I was in Gina's   
   arms in her bed in her    
   dorm room at MTSU.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)