From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/08/10 Monday: "Getting Frisky" with Gina :-)   
      
   Yesterday evening, I was contemplating (as I normally do) on "Love thine   
   enemies" (which has become my favorite motto, especially when starting *first*   
   with one's *greatest* enemy: *Oneself!*) and I've been applying this in the   
   sense that Richard loves    
   Richard's greatest enemy: Richard, but mostly in the sense that I only have my   
   self to blame for my mistakes and failures, and why I am where I am today   
   (which isn't bad!! but isn't quite "independently wealthy / successful"   
   either!  Although I *am*    
   working on it.)  Well, while I was pondering on my existence, it occurred to   
   me that I've always been seeing this "enemy" of mine as a sense of "inner"   
   self, "lower" self, "past" behavior, etc., then pondered a moment on what if   
   my worst enemy is my "   
   higher" or "future" self?  Thus, I applied that "love thine enemies" emotion /   
   concept / existence in what felt like an "upward" direction, and felt a quick   
   "blip" of light / energy go UPWARDS for a brief fraction of a second.  I mean   
   it was FAST.  It    
   had a feeling not unlike anti-gravity, similar to that feeling one gets on a   
   swing-set when swinging so high you feel like you're in danger of going over   
   the top, backwards.   
      
   I mention all this because of an unusual dream I had last night.  Well, two   
   unusual dreams, but this first one was the most surprising:   
      
   "I" (the dreamer, but in this case, I felt like myself) was in a day-lit area   
   not unlike the parking lot of what used to be the Phillips 66 gas station   
   (it's still there, but is likely a Kwik-Sak or such.)  It's on the NE corner   
   of the intersection with    
   Tennessee Blvd (MTSU gave it a new name a while back) which runs basically   
   N-S, so this particular parking lot is nearly always in a great bask of   
   sunshine from the sun's E-W arc across the southern sky.  But that wasn't   
   nearly so unusual as the    
   encounter I was having:  Gina was there, in about her early 20s, and I FELT   
   like I was the same age, and we were "flirting" as I was pinching at /   
   grabbing for her bottom, as she was facing me.  What was most weird about this   
   is that it felt like I was    
   using my right arm, but it was the dreamer's left arm that was reaching around   
   (slightly behind her) to play with her right buttock (as she was facing me,   
   that would be on the dreamer's left side.)  So sure, there was definitely a   
   mess-up in perspective.    
    But the *feeling* of being frisky and playful was SO refreshing!! :) :) :)    
   "I" was saying something to her in a relaxing tone, kind of like how one feels   
   after resting from a good bout of fun play, when the scene faded away and the   
   dream ended.     
   Clarity 9+, briefly.   
      
   The other unusual dream was that I had bought a house / home from a friend   
   (Ron) who in real life had actually bought my parent's property and turned it   
   into a small, rural paradise.  But in THIS dream scene, Ron had sold the   
   dreamer a two-story house    
   that seemed a bit barren (after all, it was being sold.) There seemed to be   
   some kind of issue with some bio-waste (possibly bilge water) that had   
   collected over time in a long pan (maybe 4' long by 2½' wide and 2"-3" deep)   
   but was situated beneath the    
   bottom floor's concrete slab.  It was being extruded from beneath the house   
   using a white rope (hefty, perhaps 1" in diameter) and slid "outside" (into   
   the yard) with what seemed like the best choice being to simply "dump" it   
   (rather than to take it    
   anywhere specific to dump it.)  The seller (who seemed a bit *like* Ron, but   
   also a bit like myself) was saying something to the effect that the pan could   
   be returned using (something like) leverage (perhaps counter-leverage) where   
   the idea that was in    
   the dreamer's mind was that the rope extended from the tray into the house,   
   under the floor, and around a pulley at the far end, such that pulling the end   
   of the rope toward the outside would pull the tray back inside the underside   
   of the floor.   
      
   All this was roughly clarity 7-to-8-ish.  Average dream, possibly a layer of   
   symbology over something a bit more meaningful, but what happened *next* was   
   so strange that the clarity goes to a 7, easily:  the TOP FLOOR of the house   
   seemed to *hop* as if    
   it had been shaken somehow.  It landed askew of the first floor, which seemed   
   a bit off it's foundation as well.  "I" (the dreamer) was about to tell Ron   
   that the sale was a "no-go" as whatever was going on was far more than the   
   buyer had signed on for,    
   when the top floor seemed to "un-spin" itself even *more*, like a wound-up,   
   coiled spring tension had just let go, and the top floor SPUN off the top and   
   over to the left as if it were one of those kid-toys where a whirly-fan gets   
   sprung off an upright    
   stick and goes whizzing across the room, only this was the whole upper floor,   
   and it felt as if it spun and landed much in accordance with its size and   
   weight:  not that much spin, but enough distance to clear the lower floor and   
   foundation.  It landed    
   with a *chunk* such that the floor (the upper story) did not totally   
   disintegrate, but it did receive some damage, certainly a financial nightmare   
   to get the whole thing rebuilt the way it was before it un-sprung.   
      
   The "dream before waking" was actually more of a conversation:  I heard my mom   
   talking to me as if she were talking to Dad, with respect to the offspring of   
   all my siblings, even unto the grandkids and such.  It felt as I came to that   
   Mom had actually    
   been talking to Dad, and as such I was merely overhearing the conversation.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)