From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   9:45 AM 10/15/2020 Thursday:   
      
   Well, to start with, it's 10/15, and that means:  the day in 1981 when Gina   
   and I were "separated" by an idea.  Jesus says "judge not" so I'll try to   
   follow that in this regard.   
      
   It's ALSO the 60th birthdate of Helen Bigelow Heath Siss Silk, my 2nd ex-wife,   
   mother of my first son, Charles Joseph Howard Silk.  (OK, MAYBE she's 61...   
   women ALWAYS lie about such things, you know?)  He's currently 28 years old.   
      
   And so, wonder of wonders, it's ALSO the *33RD* birthday of Joyce Ann (Vining)   
   Thomson, the mother of Logan Grant Vining Silk, Landon Chase Thomson Silk, and   
   Alyssa Faith Silk, ages 14, 12, and 11, respectively.  OK, so all this is   
   "real life," however,    
   it MAY have something to do with the dream I had just before waking:   
      
   I dreamt of a MAGNIFICENT maple tree in the center of the back yard, FULL of   
   all the golden-mixed-with-light-shades-of-red that sugar maples tend to have.    
   The tree in the dream was around 3 stories tall, maybe 4, with the very top   
   branches at the center,   
    forked apart and bare— as the leaves had already fallen from them.  This   
   was a clarity 9+ for sure, and I (the dreamer) was even contemplating going   
   outside and getting a video of it, contemplating using either landscape (which   
   I *ALWAYS* recommend)    
   or portrait (which I almost NEVER use) since after all, it WAS a TALL tree!    
   Of course, it didn't occur to me in the dream to take one video of each, but   
   perhaps I would've, except that the dream ended during this contemplation   
   between portrait and    
   landscape.  It may also be interesting to note that the tree that USED to be   
   there BEFORE Dad put in a 2-car garage was in fact a RED maple (with smaller   
   leaves than a sugar maple.)  The year that garage was built?  Don't know, but   
   I SUSPECT it was    
   before 1992— could've been a few years after that.   
      
   The dream BEFORE that was a bit more interesting activity-wise:  I (the   
   dreamer) dreamt I was in the front yard, near the curb of the street, when I   
   saw this HUGE black rabbit with white hairs, like mostly pepper but with   
   specks of salt, loping toward    
   the neighbor's yard across the street.  (Maybe it was an older, *graying*   
   rabbit?)  It was the size of a small dog or large (Maine Coon) cat, but   
   definitely appeared to be a rabbit.  I called for Ginger (my dog in real life)   
   by just saying, "GINGER!    
   RABBIT!" and sure enough, she comes running from behind my house and chases   
   the rabbit behind old man Bell's (the neighbor's) running around the NORTH   
   side of the house.  The SIZE of this rabbit makes for a clarity 8+ or 9-,   
   being that I'm fairly certain    
   I've never seen a rabbit quite that large in real life.  The interesting thing   
   about all this is, I (the dreamer) had this thought that *maybe* Ginger   
   *might* catch the rabbit, as it was SO BIG, which would possibly make it   
   slower, although it didn't    
   occur to me that might ALSO make it more dangerous (those hind feet can dig,   
   you know!) However, by the time (just a fraction of a moment of dream-time   
   later) Ginger came running around from behind the SOUTH side of the house,   
   except she was chasing a *   
   squirrel* rather than a rabbit.  True to real nature, she chases FAR more   
   common squirrels than somewhat rare rabbits in this neighborhood.   
      
   Now, I've likely already told the story (in this forum) of the first time she   
   and I walked around the block (in real life) and she chased a rabbit, only   
   that rabbit *died* under a bush, likely of a heart attack (or fright)— that   
   can happen with older    
   rabbits.  Since that one time, she's never actually "caught" a rabbit OR a   
   squirrel, and technically speaking, she didn't even "catch" the rabbit that   
   died.  She just stood there by the bush with a non-moving pose, which caused   
   me to come view the scene,    
   whereupon I discovered the dead rabbit.   
      
   But this was a dream, and in the dream, "reality" tends to conform to thought   
   a LOT more easily than it does IRL.  The squirrel she was chasing ran right in   
   front of me (the dreamer) and I put out my hand in a delayed-reaction attempt   
   to stop the    
   squirrel (it was *that* close!) only I missed, and the squirrel ran right on   
   past, and ginger was hot on its tail.  The thought occurred to me that IF that   
   squirrel were to run by a second time, I might be better prepared for it, and   
   wouldn't ginger be    
   surprised if I caught the little tree rat?  Well, sure enough, the squirrel   
   ran past a *second* time, and I *nearly* got it, but still, I missed, and   
   again, here comes Ginger hot on its tail.  THEN the thought occurred to me   
   that IF they were to run in    
   circles, she *might* be able to close in and catch it.  Sure enough, the   
   squirrel began to run in circles, RIGHT in front of the dreamer, and I watched   
   as she opened her mouth and got the furry little critter right on the back of   
   its spine.  Note:  dogs (   
   IRL!) have an instinctive "catch" for rabbits & squirrels, NOT hard enough to   
   kill, but just hard enough to STUN their back spines so they go "numb."  I   
   discovered this IRL when a previous dog, Chrissy, caught a baby rabbit.  I   
   thought it was "injured,"    
   possibly with a broken spine, when a few moments later, the little fellow just   
   scampered right off the bed spread, where I was looking at him (it).   
      
   At any rate, I began praising Ginger for actually having caught the squirrel   
   with the dream ended.   
      
   Earlier dreams from the evening / last night:   
      
   There were two separate (but seemingly related) clips / visions, if you will:    
   both were set upon a completely blank (dark) background, with only the action   
   being observed in the "center of the mind's screen", as it were:  one was of a   
   "pouring out" of "   
   the seed of man", to put it politely.  Not sprayed out in all directions, but   
   gracefully *poured* out, seen flowing by itself (no cup or body visible)   
   straight *down*.  There was no sky above, no ground below, but apparently   
   there WAS a sense of gravity,    
   and this pouring of liquid was as if someone had opened a kitchen sink faucet   
   for just a brief second.  Maybe MAYBE ½ cup, *possibly* more (it's very hard   
   to estimate volume of a liquid as it's pouring downward) seen simply going   
   downward, at perhaps    
   the classical rate of 32'/sec².  The column width of the fluid was maybe   
   ½".  The only thing noticeable about it was that it WAS semen, with a   
   milky-white coloration and thickness to it.   
      
      
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