From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/08/01 Saturday:   
      
   Had a weird dream, somewhat symbolic, more like an analogy of events over a   
   long period of time condensed into a 30-second dream clip:   
      
   The dreamer was, if I'm not mistaken, referred to by name by another   
   individual.  In other words, someone spoke about the dreamer and called him   
   "Richard."   
      
   As best I can recall (there was some initial evaporation on this one right   
   after I woke up) the dreamer was working on a project, something *like* a   
   class assignment, which basically presented the student with the task of   
   creating a thesis on a (possibly    
   random?) subject.  However, there was a kind of "divinity school" feel to it,   
   such that the subject matter would be related to some aspect of organized,   
   religious dogma / teaching.   
      
   The dreamer went to a collection of *VERY* large books, which were about the   
   size of a collection of newspapers bound together in an upright volume, such   
   as one might find in a well-funded newspaper morgue.  (I was in one area *in   
   real life* where the    
   newspapers were simply stacked raw against a wall inside a woman's bathroom in   
   a small-town library.)   
      
   The dreamer opened one of these volumes, seemingly at random, and (I suspect)   
   chose something from the page to which it opened.  The idea here was that the   
   dreamer was collecting information from which to base a larger work.   
      
   The next scene involves a sense that time is "running out" for turning in a   
   complete project, like it's due in moments, but the project will require weeks   
   to complete (as if time itself had suddenly evaporated!) yet "Richard" begins   
   to create his project    
   *anyways*, figuring he can simply ad lib if required during the presentation.    
   (Dream ends.)   
      
   Note:  in real life, back in 1986, I had a *hunch* that Gina had gotten   
   married, and went on a "fishing expedition" to find the local Pulaski   
   newspaper morgue (in order to scan through the society / living section for   
   the past year.)  That's how I wound    
   up inside a "newspaper morgue" inside the women's bathroom of the Giles County   
   Library in Pulaski.  I found what I was looking for, sadly enough.  Of course,   
   the good news I discovered last year was that she had actually divorced her   
   first husband, which    
   means it's only a matter of time before she divorces her 2nd. :-)  I'll be   
   waiting for her :-)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)