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   Richard Silk to All   
   2020-12-18 Friday (1/2)   
   18 Dec 20 12:25:56   
   
   From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   11:32 AM 12/18/2020   
      
   There were another 6 or so dreams plus at least two carnal dreams of a thruple   
   nature (the dreamer plus two females) but one of the more interesting dreams   
   was just before / around ~3:15 AM (when I had to get up to let the dog out.)    
   Just before rousing,    
   I (the dreamer) saw a kind of image similar to a picture of the floor pattern   
   of a basketball court, only it was in gray-and-lighter-gray.  The image seemed   
   to be in an up-down (portrait) orientation (similar to how the youth these   
   days hold an i-Pad or    
   smartphone) but then it was rotated, not so much as the image itself were   
   rotated, but more as if the viewer perspective was rotated, kind of as in the   
   entire world being turned upside-down.  The dreamer also saw a smooth, round,   
   white globe, like an    
   illuminated pearl, possibly the size of a basketball, except there seemed to   
   be nothing there for the purpose of offering a sense of scale.  The globe   
   definitely had its own source of illumination, which reminded me of the   
   "mysterious orb" that the newly    
   elected President Trump and the Saudis danced around back in 2017.  There was   
   also a small(er) column next to the orb, looking like a round pipe, perhaps   
   1"–2" in diameter (by comparison to the "basket ball") which had no context   
   *other* than perhaps    
   the orb was *supposed* to be resting atop the pedastal and maybe had rolled   
   off a tad.  Whether the portrait-flip image was before or after the   
   illuminated globe is unclear at this point (due to evaporation / conflation.)    
   AFTER I'd roused to get the dog    
   outside, I had a mini-drama run through my semi-waking consciousness, that "a   
   leader doesn't *follow* the law:  a leader IS the law", and on that basis, it   
   would be rather interesting to see Trump federalize the National Guard in ALL   
   50 states PLUS DC    
   and its territories, and declare martial law *minutes* before Biden's   
   fraudulent swearing in.  Of course, the troops would then arrest Biden and any   
   who resisted on suspicion of Treason (and possibly sedition) against the USA   
   and its citizens.  This    
   would be followed with the announcement of new elections, NO machines allowed,   
   all paper ballots with human / hand counting, with a 2-week early voting   
   period, with the results to be enacted the following week.  Well, so much for   
   semi-middle-of-the-   
   morning-ruminations.  The illuminated globe brings to mind the idea of Islam   
   wanting to bring the sun into submission, hence its less than brilliant   
   light.  That part of the dream was perhaps clarity 8 or even maybe 9, but the   
   "semi-dream" imagination of    
   Trump declaring martial law was all purely mental in nature.   
      
   Other dreams included a view in a room, looking at a kind of control desk   
   panel, not unlike a view of a nuclear facility in "The Simpson's" show, only   
   this wasn't exactly cartoonish.  The dreamer saw one person seated at the   
   control panel ("computer")    
   with an open door set within the lower section of the panel (not unlike a   
   lower kitchen cabinet) of about 2'x2' in dimension.  The dreamer looked   
   *inside* the open panel door and looked to the left.  There was a kind of   
   wall-board-like structure which    
   was supposedly the hardware / guts of the computer, but looked a bit more like   
   a model of a city (an advanced city) map.  The view simply wasn't so good at   
   this point.  What caused an action in this scene was the sound of screeching,   
   not unlike that of    
   birds, coming from the far left of the room, as if there was activity outside   
   of the computer room yet still relevant to the room itself (I can't help but   
   feel this is a politically based dream, but to continue:)  the dreamer had the   
   thought of whatever    
   was causing that screeching (more like pitiful screams of anger than anything   
   else) to be tossed to the "far right" of the room, which was a swamp scene   
   filled with snakes (which could then devour the screeching fowls.)  (I can't   
   think of anything    
   sweeter than feeding the "progressives" to the "far rights".)  Around clarity   
   8.   
      
   There was a dream involving the dreamer (in something like a personal role)   
   with his son (my son, Charles, around age 8) at a movie theater.  There was   
   some sort of back-story which has almost completely evaporated, wherein the   
   dad gave the son the car    
   keys in order to get or do something OTHER than drive, something along the   
   lines of fetching or storing an object.  At some point, it was as if the dad   
   (dreamer) and son got up to leave right in the middle of the movie (and no, I   
   can't recall what was    
   showing onscreen) and headed out into the parking lot.  It was "night" and the   
   view across the parking lot revealed the night sky as a backdrop, FULL of dim,   
   green images not at all unlike the Hubble Deep Field images: htt   
   s://imgsrc.hubblesite.org/hvi/   
   uploads/image_file/image_attachment/30330/STScI-gallery-1427a-2000x960.png —   
   the dreamer observed that there were not just stars, but *galaxies* on display   
   in the night sky.   
      
      
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