From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   9:34 AM 12/10/2020   
      
   One of last night's dreams involved a kind of courtroom setting, where the   
   gallery (public spectator seating) was full of long pews rather than folding   
   or stacking seats.  The dreamer was fully seen (objectively, from a   
   near-camera perspective, 3rd    
   person) on the near-right side of the gallery, about 3 or 4 pews from the back   
   row access corridor, not facing forward toward the rail, but standing (as were   
   most others I believe at that time) with his rump leaned against the pew ahead   
   of his location (   
   in other words, he was facing the rear of the gallery.)  There were about 8   
   rows more toward the rail, and the seating was not jam-packed but more   
   "socially distanced" / covid-spaced, which, by the way, is intentionally   
   designed to mimic the kneeling/   
   praying area in a mosque, just in case anyone has been deceived by all this   
   scam-demic planned-demic dem-panic pandemic crap lately.  But back to the   
   dream, entering the rear of the gallery appeared to be at least one young   
   female WITH her abuser and at    
   least one other person, giving the dreamer the discomforting feeling of   
   empathy for the abuse victim.  A woman who'd been in a row just behind the   
   dreamer's pew (he was indirectly facing her) asked him why he did not turn   
   around and watch what was going    
   on?  "I've seen all this before" was his response, but he did start to turn   
   clockwise in order to see more of the room.  It was then that the dreamer   
   noticed one fellow on the far left of the gallery who appeared a bit "larger"   
   than all the others,    
   dressed (?) a bit freakishly in black leather, with either pins or studs or   
   chains (possibly all of the above) with some kind of open crotch design which   
   was, I'm sure, something of vanity for him, but which appeared disgusting /   
   repulsive in a public    
   context.  He was ranting about something (the dreamer was deliberately   
   uninterested in the content of his words, as the mere auora of his appearance   
   made it clear whatever his opinion may have been was false) as the dream ended.   
      
   There was *some* kind of dream regarding something akin to social structure,   
   such that a team was primarily female, and the (male?) dreamer felt "outside   
   the envelope" so to speak, yet still maintained his sense of self-worth.   
      
   While there may have been other dreams from last night, they appear to lack   
   sufficient impact to make it to the page.   
      
   One somewhat sci-fi / astronomical bit of prose did come to mind before   
   breakfast, so here's a rough draft:   
      
   Black holes are universe-level seed:  At one's center is a singularity of   
   light which has been trapped by it's own gravity.  Mind you, light is not   
   "destroyed" by a black hole, merely contained *within* the event horizon   
   ("seed coat") deep within its    
   mass ("cotyledon").  A singularity forms the embryonic life-radicle of a   
   universe.  Just as advanced life forms have parents and offspring in our   
   universe, so too has the universe its own offspring as well.   
      
   This is simply the universe we live in, just as mine is the body I live in,   
   hence the Commandment ("observation / law") "Thou shalt have no other gods   
   before Me."   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)