From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   10:59 AM 10/22/2020   
      
   Last night / this morning:  I eventually got out of bed a bit later than   
   expected, around 10:30-ish, although I did have a short stint around the crack   
   of dawn to let out the dog, as well as a similar spell around 4 AM.  Watched   
   for shooting stars, didn'   
   t see any.  But the dream before waking was perhaps the most interesting (to   
   me, personally) as it involves the dreamer in some form of communication with   
   Gina, as if "I" were able to actually call her on the phone / leave her a   
   message of some kind.  A    
   bit of the details are just a hair fuzzy, and weren't *exactly* clear in the   
   dream itself, such as where she actually worked, but I had the impression it   
   was in my home town of Murfreesboro, although it *could* have been a "blended"   
   position of here as    
   well as in Canada.  The dream went *something* along the lines of the dreamer   
   (myself) expressing some kind of sympathy with regards to some particular   
   event (her father passed away last year, Nov 6th, so MAYBE that was what was   
   being mentioned in the    
   dream.  Sadly, I totally missed even learning of the event by several months!)   
   At any rate, there was a type of reply directly from Gina regarding the   
   dreamer's (my) expression to her, along the lines of a question, such as why   
   did I never speak to her    
   like that before? / Why do I not speak to her like that more often? (the   
   question itself was unclear, but it did have to deal with her questioning as   
   to why have I not used such a kind of communication previously with her.)    
   There was a parting message /    
   idea / concept of setting a time to get together after work as the dream   
   ended.  Clarity 6.  It was nearly the equivalent of a "washed out" black &   
   white photo.   
      
   A dream of sorts shortly before that one involved a group of guys, not   
   necessarily as a type of clique, but more like a random assortment of men.    
   This one guy was getting a "tumesence" that was noticeable through his pants.    
   It was nearly "dancing    
   around."  The original mindset was something along the lines of "How vulgar!"   
   except that the next thing of note was that *several* men were getting the   
   same "dancing penis pants" visual effect.  I have a *strong* suspicion this is   
   indicative of what's    
   going to be "let out" into the news shortly, that the "regeneron" treatment   
   the President touted about so gladly during his covid-recovery phase is   
   actually a miracle version, even more exciting than "viagra".  I also have a   
   hunch this regeneron side-   
   effect / phenomenon MAY have something to do with the "rock" being towed by a   
   truck in Sandy's dream posted earlier.  I seem to recall her having said it   
   was a "multi-colored rock," and this ties back into the dream I had a few   
   weeks ago of Trump with a    
   multi-colored, anatomically exaggerated erection that was at least one-third   
   the size of his body image in the dream.  (This is posted here in this group,   
   and may be timeline verified with Trump's covid-treatment experience.)    
   Clarity 7, not as "washed    
   out" in appearance as level 6, but *definitely* symbolic, almost as if   
   watching an animated yet life-like cartoon.   
      
   I'm just gonna go right out and say this as a "#prediction," that the   
   "#Regeneron" treatment is going to be viewed as a one-time super-viagra   
   treatment that ALSO has the positive side-effect of being a "#CovidCure."   
      
   Meanwhile, the dream BEFORE all of this involved vehicles:   
      
   The dreamer was in a car easing out of a (Kroger-like) parking lot, being   
   observant of any traffic movement in the area.  A black female (possibly in   
   her early twenties to possibly her thirties) behind the wheel of a dark car   
   (4-door sedan-type?) seemed    
   to be in reverse, backing up perpendicular to the sidewalk in front of the   
   store (which is certainly foolhardy, but not necessarily illegal, unless one   
   wishes to argue the flow of traffic in a private-property parking lot in a   
   court of law.)  Sure enough,   
    the *instant* she backed up to the front of the store in this manner, a   
   vehicle that was traversing the parking lot along the marked directional lane   
   (headed "northward" parallel to the face of the store) another vehicle crashed   
   (T-boned) directly into    
   the dark (black) car.  The female driver of the dark, perpindicular car   
   grimmaced, but seemed to accept the fact that what she had done was basically   
   a "bone head maneuver" and thus was "at fault", although this is one of those   
   interesting situations    
   where a good lawyer could possibly argue the case that since the driver that   
   impacted her hit "behind her door jamb" (that column between the front   
   driver's seat and the rear passenger's seat) that the gal who was driving   
   *correctly* in the indicated    
   flow-of-traffic *could* be held responsible for failure to control one's   
   vehicle.  The dreamer had an impulse to get out of his car (from the   
   witness-perspective) and pull out a cell phone (I personally have an LG-441G   
   "simple feature" / "flip" / "burner"   
    3G model, IRL, which was the same type phone / camera sensed within the   
   dream) to take pictures / video of the incident, but before this impulse could   
   be realized, BOTH cars simply pulled away, northward, around the north end of   
   the building.  The    
   dreamer was immediately thinking, "that's gonna make filling out a police   
   report impossible / no insurance company is gonna cover this" when the though   
   occurred that neither of the drivers had any desire to involve police or   
   insurance over the matter,    
   when the dream ended.  Clarity 8, believe it or not, very nearly 9.   
      
      
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