From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   9:32 AM 11/7/2020   
      
   TWO nights ago, my mother had a dream she told me about, that she had said   
   something at her (ELCA) church (aka predominantly "left-wing") that made her   
   pastor and all the women in the congregation start crying, but couldn't   
   remember what it was she (the    
   dreamer) said.  LAST night, in a report on Tucker Carlson on Fox News, it   
   became apparent that certain voting tabulation software was designed to "flip"   
   6000 votes from Trump to Biden (IRL.)  In short, Trump is gonna win: 4 more   
   years!  There are dozens    
   of counties in Michigan that use that SAME software, and dozens of STATES that   
   use it as well.  It somehow "flipped" 6000 votes (from Trump) to Biden, which   
   were caught due to a manual re-count, that are now again properly registered   
   for TRUMP.  Imagine    
   what happens when ALL those flipped "glitches" are ironed out?  The point   
   being, the words that the dreamer likely said that made that left-wing   
   congregation burst out in tears is:  "FOUR MORE YEARS!" :-)   
      
   Last night's dreams included:   
      
   The Delivery:   
   Note regarding real-life business:  sometimes, an order will be made that   
   requests one specific driver (by name) to deliver the pizza (order.)  This is   
   typically done because the client ordering the pizza has some type of   
   relationship with the driver and    
   simply would like to say "Hi" (although I suspect there may be other illicit   
   purposes as well) HOWEVER *sometimes* the driver requested is the "next driver   
   up" and since the request matches the outgoing driver, that driver is NOT made   
   aware of the    
   request, and discovers what has happened when s/he gets to the door, typically   
   along with a mild surprise.  This is the essence of what this dream involved—   
      
   The driver (dreamer) was being turned around in the parking lot outside the   
   store.  This happens often when there is a "rush" going on around dinner time   
   and everyone wants to order *NOW* so sometimes the management (or whoever is   
   working inside the    
   store at that moment) will meet the driver IN the parking lot and hustle that   
   driver off in order to shave off some time.  In this scene, the driver is   
   being loaded up with a hot bag (containing at least one pizza, typically up to   
   3 or 4 large pies,    
   depending upon the size of the bag) along with a few small, white paper bags   
   of what was likely some side items and (I think) there was at least one drink,   
   the point being, the driver was in a bit of a rush to get back into the car   
   and get to the    
   destination.  There was no scene of traveling to the destination: the driver   
   (dreamer) simply appeared to be delivering to a business location of some   
   type.  The receptionist was giving the driver some form of compliment,   
   practically along the lines of    
   laud and honor.  Apparently someone (such as a client) had given the driver a   
   *very* good review.  The driver was thinking along the lines of "I knew I was   
   doing a good job, but I had no idea it was *THAT* good!" as the driver was   
   headed toward a door,    
   and was examining a sheet of paper with names on it, only having one name on   
   the left side, and then as the driver was looking at the names on the right   
   side, the name "Albert Silk" was clearly noted right there in the middle of   
   the list of names, and    
   the driver (sure, that's "me" if you like) recognizes at the same instant that   
   at least one of the people on the other side of the doorway was my Uncle Al.    
   He appeared with a large grin on his face, and with some younger fellow on his   
   right.  In this    
   dream scene, Uncle Al appeared to be in his 40s or 50s, but truth be told, he   
   looked that way on up into his 60s and 70s.  He was naturally bald (no shaver   
   vanity required.)  The younger guy beside him was wearing glasses, larger than   
   medium-sized lenses,   
    likely correcting for myopia / nearsightedness.  The identity of the younger   
   person wasn't apparent, but in writing this up, he could very well likely   
   represent one of at least 3 people:  a younger version of my own dad (Uncle   
   Al's younger brother) or    
   possibly one of Al's late male offspring (son or grandson.)  Side note:  both   
   Uncle Al as well as my father have both "crossed over," but this was not in   
   the mind of the delivery guy.  The driver was simply happy to see Uncle Al,   
   and a *very firm*    
   handshake was given, then as the handshake released, the dream ended.  Clarity   
   8 to 9, the only lack of clarity being in the details of the journey from the   
   store to the point of delivery, and some of the details regarding the delivery   
   itself (content,    
   location, and why was a delivery being made to those who've crossed over?)   
      
   Car VIN Issue:   
   There seemed to be a somewhat valuable car (think in the used Ferrari or   
   Lamborghini lower price range) with something of an identity issue, that the   
   car's VIN (Vehicle Identification Number) was somehow *separate from* the car   
   itself.  A female (similar    
   in stature & appearance to Gina) seemed to have the car's legitimate VIN in   
   her possession, and was working with someone (such as a car dealer) to   
   negotiate a price for possession of the car's VIN—  Something similar to   
   "you may have the car, but it's    
   worthless without this VIN."  That's about all I can recall, other than there   
   appeared to be some effort on the part of the female to negotiate between two   
   different car salesmen.  Clarity 7, as the details were somewhat less clear in   
   the dream than what    
   I have transcribed here.  I *think* I may know what this is about, but I'll   
   withhold my opinion for now.   
      
   Queen Mata Hari(?):   
      
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