From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/06/18 Thursday:   
      
   Encountered something yesterday that may have caused a headache.  It wasn't   
   severe, but wasn't pleasant, either.  It's certainly been awhile since I've   
   had a headache, so I took a full-sized aspirin along with my zinc pill rather   
   early this morning,    
   while letting the dog out around 4 AM.  I was concerned I might have picked up   
   the Coronavirus, but it *could* simply have been a reaction to some cake & ice   
   cream from yesterday and last night (I don't handle sugar-loaded food very   
   well anymore.)  At    
   any rate, here are some of what I encountered in dream-world:   
      
   Between 4 AM-ish and 8 AM:   
      
   Poling through school building? along streets?  This was one of those unusual   
   motion-type dreams, where the dreamer was moving through the scene, something   
   like a schoolroom on the northern end of the Reeves-Rogers building, as if   
   using short ski poles,    
   perhaps 2' in length.  The dreamer's size was only from about the belly button   
   upward, as if the rest of my body were asleep in bed or something.  At any   
   rate, the dreamer managed to move northward as if out of the building, and   
   there is some comment    
   written here regarding through streets, but I can't recall that part at this   
   time (evaporation.)  Clarity 6 to 7-ish, due to the awkwardness of however "I"   
   was getting around.   
      
   Dog (greyhound?) through / under fence / into room / back out again:   
      
   There was a dog that *felt* and looked **like** my dog, who very closely   
   resembled Patton (from years ago, like the early-to-mid '70s or thereabouts)   
   but was much, much closer (in hindsight) to one of my brother Bob's   
   greyhounds. In fact, it had the rear    
   hip & leg bone structure of a greyhound, which if you've ever seen up close /   
   in person, is a bit unusual (perhaps unique) compared with other dogs.  At any   
   rate, the dog in this dream scampered under a rectangular wire fence, through   
   a gap between the    
   bottom of the fence and a dug-out depression beneath it, as if the dog had   
   been working on this passage for some time and used it periodically to get   
   from outside the fence to inside of it.  Inside the fence was a nondescript   
   (dull, brownish/grayish/drab)   
    building of sorts, with tall, front, outer double-doors, and the dog   
   scampered *into* this building (somehow) as if passing through those doors was   
   no problem whatsoever.  I (the dreamer) called (or somehow mentally called) to   
   the dog and it came    
   scampering right back out of the building and under / through the fence, and   
   we continued our walk (which was very much as if we were along Brown Drive, a   
   street that runs past some apartments closest to the field behind Reeves   
   Rogers.)  Clarity 8-ish,    
   maybe even 9 due to its simplicity.  I have the *impression* that the dog may   
   be serving as a sort of "common bond" or interest between my older brother (in   
   the seemingly secure building) and myself.  (I suspect that even though the   
   dog is his dog, I    
   have a much brighter intensity of animal friendship.)   
      
   Elderly lady in short but dark brown haired wig (?) with bag of ashes:   
      
   So there's this lady (as described) walking in a way as if she were coming out   
   of the back door of my home, carrying a somewhat large brown sack of ashes.    
   This sack is very similar in size and appearance to a standard grocery sack,   
   from the days when    
   they were all made of paper instead of plastic, only it was rounder on the   
   sides, and felt like a sack similar to what one might retrieve from a vacuum   
   sweeper (very few vacuums still use bags these days, but they are available.)    
   She reminded me of what    
   my grandmother (mother's mother) looked like in her end days, practically   
   ashen, but smiling, and that brown hair looked so much like a wig out of time,   
   that it *could* have represented my own mother in her youth (kind of like time   
   and purpose being    
   overlapped into a single person / concept.)  It *felt like* "I" (the dreamer)   
   took the sack of ashes from the old lady, but she was observed continuing her   
   way outside the house (as if the sun room were not there, as the house was   
   years ago) and (I *   
   think*) she was continuing to carry the sack of ashes.  Clarity 8-ish here as   
   well, other than perhaps some confusing regarding exactly who or what was   
   being represented.  Note: my mom has planned to be cremated when her time   
   comes, and when I awoke from    
   this dream, I was rather sad.  I expect I'm headed for a bowl of grief /   
   sadness whether I want to pass through it or not.   
      
   Carrying cat (?) along hallway, into room, finding silvery / shiny Canadian   
   disc, discussion with people, one gal in particular.  Left room but returned   
   to retrieve cat:   
      
   So the dreamer *quickly* explores a hallway which connects to a room and goes   
   inside, where there are two somewhat round, Frisbee-like objects on the   
   ground.  They appear to be of nondescript material (that's a great word to   
   describe something you just    
   can't describe because you don't know:  nondescript) :-) but have silvery   
   (*very* silvery, almost reflective) maps of Canada upon them, as if the   
   country were mapped out and centered, with parts of USA and Alaska and the   
   northern circle somewhat visible    
   about its top & bottom borders.  The nature of the shape of Canada's provinces   
   made this immediately recognizable.  There is some possible merit to the idea   
   that these two discs represent money or assets of some sort (possibly Gina's   
   1st & 2nd husbands?)    
   but I was not interested in them to the point I (the dreamer) did not pick   
   them up nor examine them in any way that I can recall.  Of more interest were   
   the women present in the room.  One of them *resembled* Gina (tallish, dark   
   hair, Caucasian,    
   attractive) and there was a definite sense to stay and socialize, but there   
   came a point where the dreamer felt compelled to leave, and walked out.  "I"   
   (the dreamer) was partway down the hall when "I" realized I forgot / left my   
   cat behind.  (In real    
   life, I've *had* cats before, but do not have one currently.)  This was an   
   adult, silvery-colored, tabby-type tom, very peaceful / "laid back" as cats   
   go.  "I" entered the room and said, "Sorry, I forgot my cat," and someone   
   (she?) replied something like    
   "Yeah, I [we?] noticed."   
      
   "I" scooped up the cat in my arms and continued to leave the room (again) as   
   the dream ended out in the hallway.   
      
   10:45 AM— cat bait in the rain:   
      
      
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