From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/06/07 Sunday:   
      
   Trip to China:   
      
   Last night before bed, I finished watching (from DVR) the 2nd or 3rd episode   
   by the Smithsonian on "China From Above"— and although I found it highly   
   positive, the fact that it completely ignored ALL aspects of the how the   
   Chinese communist government    
   has exploited their labor, currency, and trading practices (not to mention the   
   building of military bases in the South China Sea).  In other words, it *only*   
   listed the *better* parts of the land and its people, and what the country is   
   doing that helps    
   the people and others.  In that sense, it was a very informative project.  At   
   any rate, I feel it was *clearly* the cause of this next dream, where the   
   dreamer had taken a flight to China and was at the point of booking a return   
   trip.  There was a screen,   
    and the dreamer pressed the button for obtaining a return flight.  The screen   
   displayed that the return flight was departing at that moment (not "about" to   
   depart, but likely leaving that very minute) and as such, the next available   
   flight was in 24    
   hours, so that was the flight that had to be reserved.  Clarity 8-ish, dream   
   ended.   
      
   Harrison Ford?   
      
   The dreamer was in something of a business man's gathering (several men, no   
   females to mention) and feeling a *tiny* bit out of place, as if he was just   
   "faking it" there along with everyone else, hoping no one else would notice.    
   I suspect that's how    
   most business folk operate, however, I'm sure there are one or two among us   
   who actually know what they're doing and what they're about.  This is going on   
   when all of a sudden, in walks Harrison Ford, not so much as a celebrity, but   
   more as someone    
   involved in whatever the scenario was about.  The dreamer recognized him   
   immediately and went up to him (perhaps from behind him, from his right) and   
   said, "Harrison Ford?!  My mom is one of your biggest fans!  Could I get a   
   picture for her?" and,    
   assuming it was OK, pulled out my simple-feature cellphone and got a picture   
   of him, only it was mostly of him from behind, catching his grayish-brown hair   
   color.  Then a bunch of men seemed to huddle together as if in a "brain storm"   
   and the dreamer was    
   *immersed* within a veritable "pool" of thought.  The ideas from everyone   
   could be felt as if in a current of water, but it was more like water rushing   
   into an area than pouring through an area (such as a distinct stream / current   
   / creek.)  Clarity 8-   
   ish.  That brain-storm mind-huddle was *cool!* :)   
      
   Beast-related?   
      
   There was this sense of a backstory / previous dream set in place, which was   
   certainly "felt" but not "fleshed out"— the dreamer and some folk (2, may 3   
   max?) working with him (?) were intent upon casting out something akin to a   
   demon, a black energy    
   force with zero light inside, that was causing a human-like creature to thrash   
   about a bit.  The thrashing was so intense as to significantly reduce the   
   dream clarity down to around a 5 or 6.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)