From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/07/24 Friday:   
      
   I got up (and stayed up) around 9:30 or 10:30 this morning, but Mom didn't get   
   up until after 11-ish.  I was *really* beginning to worry about her.   
      
   Meanwhile, the only dreams that remain this late in the day involve this one   
   scene involving the view of someone's eyeball getting tattooed (around the   
   whites of the eye.)  NOT a very pleasant scene.   
      
   Another involved a musical phrase that strongly resembled the Star Spangled   
   Banner, only more in stepped tones than the more flexed (half) tones used   
   while singing.   
      
   The one that bothered me the most was a vision of a small, dark object,   
   perhaps a 1x3 or 1x4 ratio, but seen as *small*, perhaps a few millimeters in   
   length, or let's just say a centimeter long.  It was not so much an object as   
   it was a *void*, detected    
   against the background of pinkish-purplish "eigengrau" (yeah, I had to look   
   that word up myself not too long ago.)  I suspect that's what had me so   
   worried about my mother— I feel as if she's "given up the ghost" or the   
   "spirit of living."  I feel as    
   if she's merely awaiting a calm moment to die, preferably *after* getting the   
   opportunity to vote for Trump. √   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)