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   Richard Silk to All   
   2020/08/26 Wednesday:   
   26 Aug 20 08:16:28   
   
   From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/08/26 Wednesday:   
      
   Charles (?) @ 4 or 6 (?)   
   Down a flight of stairs   
      
   I (the dreamer) am having a conversation with my son, Charles, back when he   
   was around between 4 and 6 years of age.  The dreamer appears to be on a bunk   
   bed, either on the top bunk or the bottom, somewhat difficult to say, more   
   like as a cloud of    
   consciousness taking up a good part of both, but definitely in discussion with   
   Charles (due to the setting being in his old room on 3050 Asbury Lane.)  The   
   dreamer is saying responding to something he said (in his young boy,   
   higher-pitched voice)    
   speaking back to him along the lines of "You used to *have* a bunk bed just   
   like this, didn't you!?" Not so much surprised, but more in the charming,   
   magical atmosphere of nostalgia.  This dream was perhaps an 8+ / 9-, but what   
   bothered me most was after    
   it was over and I felt sad at having left him (and that dream) so early.   
      
   This dream nearly before waking involved the dreamer on what felt a lot like a   
   hallway in an upper, 3rd floor of Peck Hall (at MTSU) as if leaving a class,   
   headed out of the building.  Except the elevator door wasn't opening, as if it   
   were being held    
   somewhere or possibly out of order.  No matter, the stairway was right beside   
   it (not exactly in according to real life, but hey) *except* the stairway was   
   behind a *door* (not so in real life) so the dreamer (and a few other   
   students) were having to    
   await a custodian to open the door.  Almost immediately, a fellow who looked   
   like a custodial version of myself (perhaps mid 40s to mid 50s, dark of skin   
   and hair) arrived to open the door (from the stairwell side.)  He turned to   
   lead the way down the    
   stairs, and the dreamer was commenting (perhaps a mental observation?) on how   
   much (I) enjoyed stairwells back when I was in college.  I could almost "fly"   
   down them using almost effortless leaps forward and downwards, and the   
   landings of certain    
   stairwells made this very easy at MTSU.  In the dream, the dreamer began to   
   "float" down these stairways, following the custodian, who was clearly   
   traveling down them in the normal way (on foot.)  About the time the dream   
   nearly became lucid, it ended.     
   Clarity 8+/9-, as humans don't actually "glide" / float down stairwells.  Even   
   in real life I was aware of the falling motion due to gravity.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)   

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