From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/07/13 Monday:   
      
   One dream I forgot to post from the last time I posted:  IRL, I've got this   
   *small* "spot" on the back right of my neck.  It was a tiny pimple, and I   
   rubbed at it until it became sore, then started putting anti-whatever cream on   
   it, and now it's back to    
   a tiny bump again (kinda like a zit you just want to pop and be done with it.)   
      
   However, the other night, I dreamt it was a boil the size of half a small   
   watermelon, and "I" (the dreamer) was objectively placed to begin squeezing   
   it, upon which a stream of milky puss began to eject, not unlike mayo out of a   
   squirt bottle.  Dream    
   ended.  I only mention it because I remembered having forgotten to post it   
   earlier.   
      
   There's another dream that came to me late in the evening (after dinner,   
   before bedtime) that I forgot to post, and now I've forgotten what I   
   remembered :) Typical.   
      
   So on to last night / this morning:  there were DOZENS of dreams!  In fact, in   
   ONE dream, "I" was telling my Dad (despite the fact he passed on in 2006) that   
   I'd had so many dreams I couldn't remember them all.  A dream telling someone   
   about the *dozens*    
   of dreams!   
      
   Meanwhile, a few (separate from that instance) that I *am* able to recall,   
   include: a black fellow, perhaps around 20-ish? was "secretly" dying of some   
   type of cancer that was affecting his neck or head area in some way.  He   
   strongly identified with a    
   car of his, that seemed similar to a '50s or early '60s model, which he was   
   selling for somewhere in the neighborhood of $2,850 (I can't recall an exact   
   price, but that's very similar.)  The dreamer was about to buy (or possibly   
   just bought) some other    
   vehicle that was going for around $3,500, but there seemed to be some desire   
   on the part of the dreamer to buy the black guy's car instead.  Someone *else*   
   seemed to be critical of the dreamer / buyer, when the dreamer informed the   
   critic of the black    
   guy's pending death due to cancer, and that it seemed logical to help the guy   
   out.  (The car was a *great* buy at that price anyways!)   
      
   Another dream involved a vehicle, only this one was more like a jeep / 4-wheel   
   / off-road type, bigger than a typical jeep, yet smaller than an SUV (similar   
   to a Land Rover, but seemingly of American make.)  It had a very   
   tan-to-dark-brown leather    
   interior (not a single color, and not a fade, but clearly two-toned style)   
   although "I" did not get a good look at the exterior, to speak of.  "The   
   dreamer" was involved in accessing the interior via the rear hatch window, and   
   the vehicle seemed as if    
   parked on an upward incline, such that the dreamer had to physically wiggle /   
   strive to reach the front seat, apparently to retrieve something (keys,   
   perhaps?) although there was no clear feeling / understanding of "ownership"   
   in this case.  It *might*    
   have been a B&E incident, OR helping a friend retrieve something, or a case of   
   necessity, where *something* in the front of that vehicle was necessary to   
   obtain (which is more what it felt like, but was so undefined as to be very   
   questionable.)   
      
   In another similar dream, there was at least one Mexican fellow and perhaps a   
   Mexican female.  There was nothing in the way of "legal" or "illegal"   
   immigrant, but there was the sense that they were in America, as was the   
   dreamer.  It seemed as if the    
   dreamer needed a set of car keys, and the male tossed *his* set toward the   
   woman, but the dreamer reached up and caught them in-flight.  I *felt* the   
   catch of the keys.  Apparently, the male had a COPY of all the keys on the   
   female's key ring, which *   
   also* included a set of keys which the dreamer needed to start ("his"?) the   
   dreamer's vehicle.  There was a sense of "Dodge / Chrysler" to the keys, one   
   of which seemed oval, as if for a door (but that's a GM characteristic) while   
   the other key had a    
   triangular end, which worked in the ignition switch, and the dream ended.   
      
   Finally, there was this dream involving someone *similar* to a traveling   
   salesman, or perhaps a pair of salesmen, as if on the same team.  The location   
   was that of a roadside inn, like a motel, but the kind where there were   
   *building numbers* in addition    
   to room numbers.  In real life, I've delivered enough pizzas that I know the   
   difference between a "building number" and a ROOM number.  Let's say there are   
   20 buildings, numbered 1 through 20, which helps find the right building.    
   THEN there are room    
   numbers, which may run in repeated cycles of 1-50, or even 100, or as low as   
   16, depending on how large the building is.  Then again, some facilities run   
   the room numbers consecutively, despite the building number, so they can run   
   from 001 to 999 and the    
   desk help simply learns the room numbers and often fails to associate the   
   building number to the room.  Regardless, when there is a building number AND   
   a room number, it helps to know *both* in order to deliver the pizza faster.    
   But I digress:   
      
   Inside a particular room, there was a large, paper poster on a wall beside a   
   bed.  It was not a pegboard or thick type of poster, but just a large sheet,   
   kind of like the maps they used to include in National Geographic magazines.    
   The poster appeared to    
   be a huge, exploded diagram of the device on the wall beneath it, between the   
   bed and the wall, which appeared to be some type of gas regulator, as if for   
   natural gas, possibly used for heating the room or some such.  Why any such   
   device would need such    
   a huge "how to" poster was a bit curious, but the more important issue was the   
   appearance of leaking natural gas coming from a tip of the device (it was   
   roundish, cylindrical, but with a pointed end such as might be used for a   
   nozzle or regulator of some    
   kind.  The gas was clearly visible leaking from the tip.) The dreamer tried to   
   sniff to see if there was any "egg" (sulfur) odor, but it wasn't immediately   
   apparent.  However, the leaking gas itself was clearly visible as one might   
   see heat waves on a    
   sunny day coming off a flat road surface (except these were tinier waves,   
   coming from the device.)  The dreamer quickly left the room and called for   
   help from the main desk, reporting a gas leak.   
      
   The problem began with the clerk not understanding the concept of "building   
   numbers".  The dreamer *showed* TO the clerk, the huge building number ("18")   
   on the side of the building in an attempt to quickly get it through the   
   clerk's head that there is,    
   indeed, a building number, but the urgency is to report the gas leak before it   
   explodes.  Dream ended.  Clarity 8, possibly 9.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)