From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   9:58 AM 12/28/2020   
   One dream involved a sort of "remembrance" scene, wherein the dreamer was in a   
   sort of conversation / gathering of a group of pirates, with a small   
   recollection of when the dreamer was a very young tot, as if he'd met these   
   pirates before, possibly even    
   been a part of their crew.   
      
   Other dream elements which may have been related to the dream (or not) but are   
   difficult to string into a memorable straight line include:   
      
   The dreamer was occupied in a way with something at a "local" level, such as   
   spring cleaning / yard work / something around a house.  There was a distinct   
   need felt to be in "New York" at 12 Noon (whether city or state wasn't made   
   clear, but it had the    
   sense of neither, just "New York," being about a 30 minute drive (20 under   
   extreme speeds) from the dreamer's current site.  There was a tremendous sense   
   building of "I'm gonna be late!" and *how* to get from current location A to   
   destination B in a    
   timely manner, and this was being fretted upon as the dream ended.   
      
   Meanwhile, there was another scene, again, not sure how any of these relate or   
   if they relate at all, but the dreamer seemed to be coming up to my childhood   
   home at 1103 Scottland via the back field, and greeting some of my maternal   
   cousins (Mom's sister'   
   s kids) as if they were having a cookout or summer gathering (perhaps a field   
   sport, like softball, badminton, or even soccer.)  There was some light   
   chatter / greeting, but that's about it.   
      
   Note that a good deal of these dream elements were evaporated / evaporating   
   even as I came out to the kitchen (where I keep my laptop) this morning, but I   
   had a strange sensation, like my head was sorta swimming, possibly due to not   
   having enough sleep(?)   
    or not hungry enough to get breakfast(?) or not ready to go poop(?) who   
   knows(?) just that my head was sort of "in a fog."  I did have a slight bit of   
   "thinking" this morning, dealing with Gina being the point from whence my love   
   emanates.  Not sure    
   exactly how that works, either, unless it may possibly indicate an energy   
   shift of some type.   
      
   Either way, as an overall feeling, it's as if I'm "here" because God is giving   
   me this time to "dwell" in relative peace and quiet, and yet at the same time,   
   my mind keeps pondering my "next move," as in HOW am I going to get Gina to   
   marry me?  The only    
   reasonable line I have at this moment is writing, with the hope that some day   
   it may create the basis of an income, but.... just a whole lot of (????) going   
   on right now.   
      
   11:22 AM 12/28/2020   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)