From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   10:54 AM 1/5/2021   
      
   The dreamer is in some kind of printing organization, only it's not like any   
   printing company with presses, but more like a hand bindery with tables laid   
   out and stacks of paper on each table (perhaps an inch thick per stack) and   
   various, small,    
   seemingly metallic objects on each stack.  Normally, one might be able to   
   identify a larger object (for example, laying out the parts of an engine, even   
   a cylinder, typically make identification of the larger component a breeze.    
   But these were just    
   small parts, as if someone had scattered chicken bones upon each stack.  Which   
   reminds me of a dream I had last week that likely did not get posted, having   
   to do with chickens, specifically, a close-up of a chicken, as if they were   
   creatures of malice,    
   but that's likely totally unrelated to this dream, unless there's some type of   
   hidden thread of connecting symbology somewhere.)  There was a man there,   
   likely around his mid 30s to mid 40s, who appeared to be there foreman /   
   person in charge of the room.   
     Whatever else was in this dream has evaporated.  Clarity 8.   
      
   There was at least one, possibly more, female athletes, possibly in the   
   18-year old range, and at least one of them was desiring a massage to the back   
   & shoulders area.  From what I can recall, she was wearing a dark blue,   
   sleeveless jersey, the kind    
   that looks a bit like a "wife-beater" T-shirt style.  Her hair was also short,   
   but longer / thicker than a "crew cut," possibly into volleyball or such.  She   
   was not big like a Russian farmer's wife / body-builder, but basically one   
   size larger than    
   petite.  The dreamer never really saw her from the front, as the massage was   
   being given from behind, and the dream simply ended.  Clarity 9- (?) (borders   
   on 8+.  Would've been a bit clearer if perhaps I'd had some info on her sport   
   / the dreamer's    
   position/purpose.)   
      
   I mention this one because there was another dream of much greater   
   consequence, involving a gal similar to a young lady who once lived with me in   
   my mobile home (IRL) only this gal had slightly more oriental (possibly   
   Mongolian / Egyptian) eyes, which    
   were exceptionally attractive all by themselves, because the female, cute of   
   face, was a tad on the heavy side, as if simply large-boned, although still   
   young, possibly what might be described as having "baby fat" but was actually   
   most likely just a    
   touch of being more ectomorphic than endomophic.  Not "long" hair, but not   
   that "short," either.  Regardless, in this dream, the young lady kept looking   
   toward the camera's right (her near-left) as if she were standing in the   
   center aisle in front of    
   rows of church pews, but not looking forward to the altar, but backwards   
   toward the congregation, as if perhaps looking for a place to sit, as well as   
   further back towards the dreamer / camera perspective, which was about midway   
   back on the right rear    
   side, close to the left side of the pew (the aisle seat.)  The dreamer was   
   empathic in the sense of wanting to give her a place to sit, and sure enough,   
   the young female came and sat upon the dreamer's lap— only not with her back   
   to the dreamer, but    
   facing him, and I can use the word "him" because of the WAY she sat, very   
   slowly oscillating forward and backward, creating what might be described as a   
   low-frequency "vibration" between them.  Clarity 9, due to the fact that this   
   woke me up, and I had    
   to deal with trying to get back to sleep in the middle of the night despite   
   having a massive "tumescence," to borrow a word from a character played by Max   
   von Sydow (Sir Walter Loxley in imdb.com/title/tt0955308/?ref_=nm_flmg_act_15   
   "Robin Hood".)   
      
   So at any rate, I was feeling a bit contrary with myself for having had at   
   least two physical contact dreams with females, and was in search of a more   
   preferable dream involving Gina in some manner.  I began a meditation /   
   mantra, fell asleep, and sure    
   enough, had a dream involving Gina!  She was around 20 to perhaps 30 years of   
   age, gorgeous as ever, but in a place similar to a Wal*Mart, buying a shopping   
   card (for I believe it was "$150.oo") and the dreamer was being careful to   
   avoid scaring her away.   
     She was seated in a kind of booth / area near the middle of the store, with   
   an agent of some kind, much as one might sit in a bank to open an account.    
   The agent was seated at a sort of desk with a monitor / terminal to the   
   camera's left, turned to the    
   camera's right in order to talk with Gina, and the agent said aloud something   
   to the effect of:  "Here's your PIN" (the typically 4-digit "personal   
   identification number" which one needs to authorize a debit purchase.)  The   
   dreamer imagined that this    
   number would likely be printed in tiny text on a sheet of paper and as such   
   there'd be likely no purpose in even trying to get a glimpse, but when the   
   dreamer looked over again at the scene, the agent was holding open something   
   akin to a 10" tall book (   
   OK, *maybe* 9" tall) in the way that elementary teachers sometimes do when   
   showing kid stories to students during story time.  She was *showing* the PIN   
   to Gina, and *in the dream* the 4 digits were a bit scrambled (as numbers   
   sometimes are) in dreams,    
   but the digits seemed akin to 1258, or 1528, but even then, although they were   
   in LARGE numbers taking up at least 30% or more of one page (the top third)   
   there was a mess of lines in black ink, drawn upwards, as if a map of a river   
   delta flowing north (   
   like the Nile) creating a type of even greater interference with the image of   
   the PIN.  As a result, the dreamer was only able to "see" perhaps 2 of the   
   digits.  The image was *confusing* at best.  Except for that bit with the open   
   book, it was all    
   clarity 9.  The book easily brought it down to an 8-.  And although the dream   
   "ended," I lay in bed semi-lucid, berating myself for not having gone over in   
   the dream to speak with her.  This brought to mind something of a buried   
   "truth," that I'm afraid    
   of her, which is illogical, but something I personally need to work on IRL.    
   It does bring to mind, however, the phrase that "we are to fear and love God."   
      
      
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