From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/07/23 Thursday:   
      
   There was one dream prior to this morning's early waking (around dawn) but   
   I'll have to ponder that one a bit before it comes back to mind.   
      
   Meanwhile, there was a small section of audio-mental dreams only, such that I   
   "heard" (in a dream-sense, not in a physical audio sense) someone sharing a   
   password, "56789."  Why? Who knows.  What does it go to?  Who knows?    
   Numerologically it distills    
   down to an "8", but again, it was so entirely out of context, what possible   
   value could it be?  The only other thought was along the lines of something   
   akin to, "Do people *really* use stupid-simple passwords like this???"   
      
   The later section of dreams occurred between the dawn of daybreak and this   
   posting, and involved this one segment where the dreamer (who seemed like   
   "me") was (in the absolute 1st person sense) giving massive empathy to Gina,   
   who was saying that she'd    
   been in prison the last two years.  No idea why, and there was no sense of any   
   criminal wrong-doing associated with the comment, so it's *possible* that she   
   could have meant "emotional" prison, but that's just a guess.  Women often   
   refer to former    
   relationships as "hell", so calling it "prison" doesn't seem terribly out of   
   place.   
      
   In the dream before waking (before posting) the dreamer had a desk space   
   within an office area, sort of like a room of perhaps 50' x 5'? (the kind of   
   rectangular area with one door access, typically locked, where maybe 3 people   
   worked, but whether    
   together as a group, or individuals for a larger entity / company /   
   university, it wasn't clear.)  The dreamer also had a laptop.  This was the   
   beginning focus of the dream:  The dreamer came into the area to find a system   
   specialist (something like one    
   of the top guys from IT) *on* the laptop, at a start-up screen normally unseen   
   by a user.  It appears he was trying to simply add his two initials to a line   
   of information that appeared mostly in the form of a paragraph (descriptor   
   line, input field,    
   another descriptor line, input field, another descriptor line, input field,   
   etc.)   
      
   The tech was stopped in his tracks because the dreamer had password-protected   
   his BIOS or CMOS (both of which either still are or at least were normally   
   possible in real life) so while the tech had the menu *up*, he couldn't effect   
   a permanent change.     
   The dreamer (in this case, the laptop user) attempted to "sit in" for the tech   
   and perform the requested operation, so as not to give up the password he had   
   in place.  Seems simple, right?  Except the tech got up and left, and the user   
   (dreamer) was    
   somewhat left floundering, as he still didn't know *exactly* what the tech   
   wanted to accomplish.   
      
   The tech had left behind his entire (personal) work notebook, complete with   
   pages of directions for various situations, but that's a LOT of data to try   
   and comb through, and the dreamer didn't seem to have the "scan for what seems   
   to grab you" kind of    
   talent, and was taken by a sense of need to find the tech and bring him back.   
      
   While the tech was not found, when the user (laptop owner / dreamer) returned   
   to the room, he found it was full of women (at least 5) doing things that   
   appeared to be arts & crafts oriented, as if a bunch of adults (of various   
   ages, from 30 to 50, maybe?)   
    had joined an adult-version of a kindergarten class.  They had containers   
   (open jars or cans) full of colored markers (I can recall at least one yellow   
   marker that reminded me of a highlighter) and perhaps safety scissors (the   
   metal kind with rounded    
   points on the shears) tape, construction paper, etc.   
      
   A conversation ensued, along the lines of the dreamer / user asking, "what are   
   you doing here?"   
      
   "We're here for arts and crafts" (or a similar reply.)   
      
   "Who let you in here?"   
      
   "We come every week."  (These last two lines are *nearly* assumed, halfway   
   remembered accurately?)   
      
   The dreamer had to reach a conclusion, and what followed seemed like a quick   
   chat between the dreamer and a fellow office mate, whose description was never   
   observed whatsoever:   
      
   (Office mate:) "What do you think we should do?  Are they telling the truth or   
   lying?"   
      
   (Dreamer:) "Which seems more likely?  That they're telling a simple truth, or   
   that every one of them is lying?"   
      
   Regardless, the dreamer was concerned that the laptop was now completely gone,   
   thinking perhaps the tech guy had taken it with him, but figured it best to go   
   chat with someone in the outer zone.  Note:  this location seemed very similar   
   to the LRC at    
   MTSU (in real life) specifically the SW area of the building, where the old   
   computer lab used to be, adjacent to the *MUCH* larger Resource Room, which in   
   years past held lots and lots of cubicles for students to study in, including   
   cassette players and    
   VHS players, although it's most likely they kept updated through the years.)   
      
   In this larger area, the dreamer sits down at a desk of someone who was most   
   likely the LRC's assistant overseer, or possibly director, but certainly   
   someone of "higher authority" in that area.  The chat involved both the IT   
   tech, the missing laptop, and    
   the invasion of the pre-geriatric kindergartners.   
      
   The *action* of this scene involved the dreamer coming right up to the   
   assistant's desk and pulling up a seat beside her, somewhat rudely displacing   
   a female who'd been chatting with her who was seated to the assistant's   
   right.  "I" *did* get a quick    
   glimpse of this female, and she had a look that was *like* Gina but closer in   
   age to Cathy Areu.  This gal looked a tad dismayed at being interrupted from   
   her apparent connection / conversation with the lady at the desk, but didn't   
   say anything.  Her air    
   of light condemnation seemed sufficient to alert the dreamer that he'd done   
   something a bit rash, although no harm was intended, clearly.  There was   
   simply a sense of urgency that trumped the general chit-chat that had been   
   taking place a moment before.   
      
      
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