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|    Richard Silk to All    |
|    2020-10-24 Saturday:    |
|    24 Oct 20 11:33:23    |
      From: dicksilk@gmail.com              12:08 PM 10/24/2020              There were many, many dreams, and upon waking I had a fairly decent grasp of       most of the details. Sadly, evap tends to delete a bit of them. I suppose it       MAY have something to do with the amount of time spent in the morning writing       them down, as        opposed to getting distracted by other things.              Bag/box of leaking putty: The dreamer was examining a large box, perhaps 4       feet tall by 2½' square. The contents of the box seemed *mostly* intact, but       there was the sense of leaking putty around one bottom edge. It is possibly       of major relevance that        Mom's "Hoveround" is being delivered today. Although Mom does NOT have       incontinence issues (such as a colostomy bag) it is easy to imagine the       Hoveround people are VERY accustomed to dealing with modifications for those       leaky-type elders, and thus I        suspect the "large box of putty" was indeed a symbolic representation of what       is being delivered here (shortly, due between 1 PM and 3 PM: it's now 12:59       PM 10/24/2020.) Clarity 8.              Gadget making a path through the field: I SUSPECT this may be due to the       concept of Mom potentially using her hoveround to traverse the field behind       the house in order to reach her bench which she sits at for a bit of time       whenever she feels up to it.        As of before this moment, she still managed to walk across the field, although       at some times she's been in need of a ride home, or a human assist from the       half-way point *back* to the house (as it has a gentle, uphill slope.) Well,       that's "IRL". The        dream, however, involved a kind of stick-like object "crawling" (creeping?)       through the field, except that the PATH it was making was NOT towards the       bench (WSw) but rather due west. With due north being 0°, due west being       270°, and due south being        180°, the direction to the bench is roughly 225°-235° (no, I'm not gonna go       out and measure it with a protractor, but *roughly* is good enough for simple       journaling.) The gadget appeared to be dragging something behind it,       something that appeared to        be a kind of rag-towel-like material. Maybe Mom will use the Hoveround to go       visit the tree in the middle of the field later, IRL? Also clarity 8, but       possibly closer to 7 or 6, as that crawly-gadget was largely undefined. One       would HOPE that the        material being dragged behind it was NOT indicative of my mother's shape,       although I have had a series of dreams over time depicting her general waning.              Kids in a bb gun / paint war?: The dreamer was on a street similar to a type       of business district, but with very well-landscaped features (trees, flowers,       plants, etc.) very reminiscent of a street IRL that runs N-S, into Nashville,       from the western        side of the metro area. (I wanna say "Hillsboro Road", but I think that is       incorrect. It's been YEARS since I've actually driven the street IRL,       definitely pre-brain injury in 2013.) The action in the dream was of people       (teens, young-to-mid 20s) with        sticks (similar to BB guns or paint rifles) shooting at each other, from       opposite sides / across the street. For whatever reason, the dreamer felt       more like a non-participant in this (mock?) battle, and simply journeyed       quickly "up the street" (which        would've been southward, perhaps) and left (east) toward some buildings, with       a mild thought as to protection / getting out of the way of those shooting at       each other. Did the dreamer make it? Can't say. Dream ended. Clarity 8,       just shy of 9.              Somewhere in a university?: This is one of those dreams that has evaporated       the most. Just some remnants left of traveling between rooms / along       corridors, stairwells. Not even so much as a reason or rhyme as to what was       going on. Clarity 6, possibly        5 due to all the evaporation.              dog/hog: The dreamer encounters a guy with a small critter, about the size of       a medium-sized lap dog, except it's covered with brown, furry/curly hair, and       the person (farmer?) in the dream is telling the dreamer that the critter is       "dinner", with some        thought as to the critter being a "hog" or pig (porcine.) The dreamer petted       the critter briefly, with a mixture of love / care / fondness FOR the critter,       yet that sad realization that someone was going to eventually turn it into       "dinner." Clarity 7        due to the questionable nature of the hog/dog critter.              13:27 PM 10/24/2020              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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