From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/07/27 (One *more* day...) Monday:   
      
   I *suspect* the dream I had regarding the long barrel described as a ship's   
   gun with a rectangular opening and a pile of smoldering ash (carbon-based   
   material) in a pile was a rough reference to a crematorium chamber.  There   
   were a number of brief flits    
   of snips of images relating to Mom's future funeral service, such as the   
   Eulogy / remembrance, the honor she'll receive (she's due quite a bit!) and   
   the details of the will, all of which will be encountered in due time, but   
   still, it's practically *   
   knocking* on the door of my conscious mind, like the ever-impending arrival of   
   a visitor.  All this input was nearly like static radio stations being tuned   
   in with a radio.  Clarity 3-ish, maybe 4, but far too disjointed to be   
   considered a "dream", and    
   even "vision" seems a bit too much to describe it.  I do like the comparison   
   with "static," however.   
      
   Meanwhile, last night, I was "awake" in bed practically in "worrying mode," as   
   I kept trying to find a mantra that would "hold" (my attention kept drifting)   
   until I honed in on "I love my God."  That one worked!  I fell asleep shortly   
   thereafter, and had    
   at least 2 dreams involving my Dad (only it was more like a 30-ish/40-ish   
   version of myself.)   
      
   The first scene involved a kind of "walking around" an area of "town,"   
   involving areas of street addresses that seemed as if they'd been dug below   
   ground level in order to install bunker-type basements, as my "Dad" was   
   narrating the scene, noting that "   
   such and such" a type of person [supposedly|reportedly] "lives there" and some   
   other person (or business type) was over "there," etc.  The thing I found most   
   interesting, practically enjoyable, was that the surface area of the ground on   
   which we were "   
   walking" seemed built of a concrete cinder block type surface.  As I (the   
   dreamer, but seemingly "me" in this case) noted this surface, I began to hop   
   upon it, then bounce (as if on a trampoline) then practically *spring* to   
   higher points, not so much as    
   to "fly away," but the thought *did* cross my mind!  That dream ended there,   
   just on the very verge of going "lucid," clarity 9+.   
      
   The next scene involved the same father-figure, same age, as if he were a   
   younger, healthier version of myself, but still reminded me of "Dad."  There   
   appeared to be a load of stuff to move, much like books, and he was trying to   
   move a large stack simply    
   by picking them up and carrying them, except he appeared faint as he lifted   
   them up and stood nearly erect.  I thought for a moment he'd had a kind of   
   aneurysm burst and was about to keel over (similar to how Dad died in real   
   life) only he simply paused    
   then continued on with what he was doing as the dream ended.  Clarity 9.   
      
   I'm certain there was another dream tucked away in there somewhere, but it's   
   not popping back to mind at the moment, other than I seem to recall some   
   fragment of a dream involving traffic / maneuvering as if for position within   
   a stream of other vehicles.   
     Clarity "nearly on the point of just making it up" but it seems to be "in   
   there."   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)