From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2020-09-08 Tuesday:   
      
   Polarized Room in Sections:   
      
   There's a rather large room (nearly the size of a convention room) that's   
   divided into an alternating polarized alignment of subsections:  Section A   
   runs NE to SW, while section B is a mirror, running SW to NE.  You can tell   
   they're "polar opposites"    
   because each section resembles a super-slide (those tall amusement rides that   
   you climb up several stories and slide down on a gunny sack— like a water   
   slide, but a super-slide does not depend on running water.)  Clarity 6-ish,   
   likely a matter of scale,   
    and whatever those super-slide-like structures were was never clearly   
   resolved (unless, of course, they WERE super-slides, as seen from a high   
   altitude, in which case the clarity was *nearly* an 8.)   
      
   Room of Deconstruction:   
      
   This individual (normal reference size) room (yet still on the larger size   
   (this is no small 8x10 bedroom) appears cluttered with the toys and stuff of   
   young children.  There is a kind of allowance of anyone in the room to "clean   
   up" the place by taking    
   what they want.  Clarity 7.  Nothing was really clear in the room, nor the   
   cause nor the purpose of the disorder nor the possibly one or two children   
   involved (it was "their stuff" that was getting dismantled.)   
      
   Neighborhood (Town Area) of Civil Unrest:   
      
   This one bothers me a bit, in the sense that the anarchists of Portland (for   
   the last hundred-plus days) are spreading (through the terrorist organization,   
   Antifa) in real life to a few other towns, wherever a law enforcement agent   
   shoots a criminal    
   suspect dead.  Sure, the case of Breonna Taylor is an outrage / failure of law   
   enforcement, but that's one horrific example.  In most every other case, the   
   suspect getting shot or ending up dead is resisting arrest (*including* George   
   Floyd, who was    
   counterfeiting prior to his arrest!)  However, in this dream, there seems to   
   be a need for various people to move with caution through a darkened (night?)   
   scene, and protection of young children seems to be the major concern.    
   Clarity 8.   
      
   Assassination (Jihad Stage 3?):   
      
   This dream starts with a female Nazi-type gal in uniform (maybe in her   
   unhappy, hardened 30s or 40s?) with a gun.  The first assassination (murder in   
   cold blood) is totally unclear, as if what just transpired happened so   
   quickly, without notice, all that'   
   s observed is a body collapsing in the street.  The action picks up with a man   
   (who would reasonably be viewed in a corporate position) making his way   
   not-at-a-run-but-with-purpose-to-elude *away* from the woman.  It is clear her   
   intention is to shoot    
   him dead.  It's clear that his intention is to avoid getting shot.  The   
   problem is that the street he is in isn't that wide, and the clutter along   
   both sides of the way are anything *but* a "clear path" of exit.  The dreamer   
   can *sense* her intentions to    
   shoot him dead, for her perceived reasons of (military? fascist?) "justice"   
   while his intention is to clearly escape a bullet shot in the back, and to   
   hopefully escape to live another day.  There is a *feeling* that the dreamer   
   in this scene may have    
   moved from the first shot body to the femi-Nazi to the individual ("the   
   quick") trying to avoid becoming "the dead."  Clarity 8+.  I mean, as a movie   
   scene, it's practically a 9+/10-, but as to *what the hell is going on here?*,   
   the dreamer can only    
   report on the view, not upon what precipitated it (other than perhaps a   
   dystopian view of Joe Biden's / Bernie Sanders' America.)   
      
   Group going out to eat:   
      
   Scene opens with a group of people (maybe 6 to 8?) working on getting into a   
   van in order to go eat somewhere.  There is another car, which the dreamer   
   feels is his/hers, except that the dreamer has no desire to be the one person   
   driving a car to follow    
   a van.  The problem is that the van is packed full except for ONE seat on the   
   left side behind the driver, which is allegedly saved for a girl who has   
   apparently gone back to get something.  The dreamer (feeling like a "him" in   
   this scene) figures it may    
   be rude to displace her, but he takes the seat with some kind of rational that   
   either she comes back or she doesn't, and if she does, then she can deal with   
   the issue of where to sit.  If it comes back on him, well, then that's another   
   issue.  Clarity 9-.   
      
   Funeral for a Fruit:   
      
   Decades back (in real life) there was a guy that went to Grace Lutheran Church   
   (Glenn Jenkins Taylor) who later went to the more liberal (ELCA) Advent   
   Lutheran (in the same town.)  He was not only a member of the Sons of the   
   American Revolution, but also    
   of the Sons of the Confederacy— he was also a queer duck.  Back in the 1970s   
   (possibly '80s) a relative of mine who was in law enforcement at that time   
   reported on how GT was arrested / caught behind the bushes at the public golf   
   course (on Old Fort    
   Park) with another (male) golfer, which was rather taboo at the time, and   
   likely still is today.  The woman he ended up marrying (rather late in life)   
   was *clearly* an alto, although a relatively good one (from what little I   
   heard of her singing.)   
      
   At any rate, there was a vague dream regarding singing (in which the dreamer   
   *was* singing!  I enjoy dreams where "I" get to sing, as my voice in real life   
   was seriously limited by the brain damage I incurred in 2013, but the dream   
   voice is typically not    
   quite so restricted) and although I had a clear sense of what was being sung   
   in the dream, it's evaporated upon recall.  I had to search online for the   
   better part of half an hour just to find Taylor's obituary (as I couldn't   
   remember his name.)  In the    
   dream, there was a brief image of Jim Klaus, the finest tenor in Murfreesboro   
   (since I lost half my voice.  It used to be something of a toss-up, more a   
   matter of "taste" as to which "style" or "sound" one preferred.)  If I had   
   *not* walked out of that    
   leftist (Advent) congregation (it's hypocrisy of referring to secular, gay   
   marriage as "Holy Matrimony" was intolerable) and *had I not* lost half my   
   voice, I well could have found myself singing for that queer duck's funeral,   
   which is what I suspect the    
   dream was about.  Clarity 8+.  It may well have been a 9- if I could have   
   retained the words / tune / name of that song I'd been singing in the dream.    
   It was NOT "The Song of Isaiah".  GT was not a member of any choir of either   
   church, as far as I can    
   remember.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)