From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020/08/29 Saturday:   
   Massage session   
   Modular home building?   
   Grandpa's last festival dinner?   
      
   This first dream began as the dreamer appeared to be the objective viewer of a   
   scenario involving Larry acting in a role as something of an independent agent   
   in some sort of healthcare-related field.  He had this machine that was   
   supposed to pump sand    
   and direct it at the skin / muscles / back / shoulders of the person seeking   
   treatment.  This machine was not working at all well on this one subject (or   
   pair of subjects: seemed to be a male & female couple out "shopping around" /   
   browsing together.)     
   There was a kind of heavy, mechanical vibration going on, like a magic-fingers   
   bed on steroids or something.  "I" (the dreamer) found an off switch that   
   functioned like the "stop / eject" button on a cassette tape player (remember   
   those?) and the machine    
   turned off.  The couple were starting to leave, somewhat in an understandable   
   huff, when the dreamer suggested perhaps the client was looking for something   
   a bit more like— then began to give a traditional finger-grip muscle massage   
   of the neck and    
   back of the male.  This guy's physique became the main focus of the dream   
   (where before it simply wasn't even noticed whatsoever!) and he was one of   
   those massive beef-cake type body builders, but not TOO big on the bulges,   
   more like simply "ripped" (*   
   zero* fat!) although his muscles lent themselves well to massage.  Perhaps he   
   had naturally oily skin?  He seemed to have short, yellow hair, but not a buzz   
   cut.  This was perhaps Sandy's dream life guard on a beach, but the dreamer   
   was simply trying to    
   salvage some kind of reputation.  (Larry was no longer visible as a character   
   in the dream, but remember, the dreamer could be *anyone* -including- someone   
   who had just been in view.)  At this point, however, I (personally, in real   
   life) have a hidden    
   talent for massage.  This talent was being let loose in the dream, and the guy   
   began to moan excessively as the dreamer began working on the longer muscles   
   below the shoulder blades, using thumbs to slick down over the kidney areas.,   
   then a double thumb    
   slide from the nape of the neck down along the spine to full length of the   
   coccyx.  The guy was moaning "I Know!  I KNOOOOOW!!  NOW I KNOOOOOW!" Of   
   course, what possible revelation he was receiving is unknown.  The only other   
   detail was that the dreamer    
   could "sense / feel" the energy flowing out from the masseur's (?) hands /   
   finger tips into the muscle fascia of the client's body.  Clarity 9+ (not   
   *quite* video quality, but certainly everything else seemed actual /   
   practically almost lucid during the    
   massage.   
      
   In this other dream, there seemed to be an issue involving "how to sell"   
   modular housing.  It was as if a slick salesman were tutoring the dreamer on   
   how to sell the "idea" in pieces, rather than as a finished product.  For   
   example (not entirely accurate    
   to the dream, but the best I can relate):  selling the property / view /   
   location first, with the "dream" of the house sitting on the hill, overlooking   
   the valley.  Next, selling the mobile home, but leaving all the wheeling and   
   dealing up to the buyer    
   and the lot dealer.  It had the feel that the salesperson was possibly   
   "milking" the mark as much as possible, as the dreamer simply observed,   
   although wasn't entirely pleased with how things were going.  The buyer's   
   sense of growing frustration could be    
   "felt."   
      
   In what was likely the dream before waking, there was something like a family   
   get-together dinner going, as if for a Christmas event or something, and my   
   (late) maternal grandfather was there, and the dreamer had the sense that it   
   was a special meal, as    
   it was likely Grandpa's last meal with the whole family (as he was seemingly   
   "getting on in years" in the dream.  I believe he passed back in the '80s or   
   possibly '90s!)  One of the guests / participants appeared to be my older   
   sister, Sherry (with    
   notably blue eyes) except that there was a look of familiarity between her and   
   another family from Dad's Church (Grace Lutheran) except that the resemblance   
   (to one of the Langhammers) was not entirely flattering.  They weren't exactly   
   seen as "   
   desireable" in any way, although they were / are certainly "Salt of the Earth"   
   types, so I suspect if someone is in the market for an old salt, they might be   
   worth looking into.  Maybe.  I certainly wouldn't.  I have my future set upon   
   another set of    
   objectives.  Regardless, Grampa got up from the table and went toward the rear   
   of what then seemed to be a picnic-type pavilion and across a short few yards,   
   to cross a stream, and placed there a trash can, maybe 30 gallon size, open   
   (no lid.)  The    
   objective then became the process of getting trash from the dinner into the   
   can, made slightly tougher by the small stream which had to be crossed (or the   
   trash tossed a goodly distance like a basketball.)  Clarity 7-to-8.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)