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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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