From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   1/26/2021 TUESDAY:   
      
   These dreams were noted down as basically "one line descriptions" if that   
   much, and are being posted on Friday evening, so sure, there's a LOT of   
   evaporation involved, as I really have been wanting to readjust my time spent   
   during the day.  So here goes:   
      
   -Dream of Charles (my oldest son) being measured at "91°F warm."  I realize   
   this is likely a covid-related type dream, but the idea of 91°F as "warm" is   
   a bit puzzling.   
   -The other dream noted involved something to do with a "purse robber,"   
   although I've got zero recollection of whatever that was about.   
   -Titles regarding "The Property" / "Up in Tree" / "Boards" / "Tigers" / and   
   "We Want Feet!" << No idea, no recollection, although I seem to remember the   
   Tigers dream having to deal with actually befriending a real tiger (?)   
      
   1/27/2021 WEDNESDAY:   
      
   -At 3:30 AM, I awoke to the phrase "I love you" sensed internally, as if the   
   words were written in black vacuum, but felt / sounded as if they were issued   
   by my mother.  Granted, at 91 years+ of age now, her "light" is significantly   
   waning from where she    
   was even 5 years ago.  However—   
   -A very brief scene of a giraffe giving birth.  The whole scene took perhaps   
   only a second of dream time.  I suspect this may have something to do with the   
   recent tragedy in Nashville IRL.  Although I was not watching it on the "baby   
   giraffe cam" it was    
   on the nightly news for weeks, as the public awaited the birth of the baby   
   giraffe.  Then, live online, via the baby giraffe cam, millions of people   
   watched in horror as the mother giraffe stepped on her calf, and (I believe)   
   breaking its neck.  I can    
   only suspect she figured that the past few weeks in that confining stall   
   depressed her to the point she did not wish her child to be raised in such   
   confinement.  Just a hunch.   
   -NOTE:  these one-liners are written in VERY tiny text as "reminders."  IF I'd   
   written them on the morning following the dream activity, I'm certain they'd   
   have a LOT more content, BUT:  this one bit of scratches were too vague even   
   to remember what the    
   scratches themselves were trying to spell.   
   -3 Boats / crafts created with something like cardboard (like large squares /   
   cubes, used in some warehouses IRL for internal storage)   
   -HUGE batch of weed.  I recall the dreamer having something of an ambivalent   
   perspective, something like "neat stuff! but no thank you."   
   -Parents going to Paris (?)   
      
   1/28/2021 THURSDAY:   
      
   -Rocket ready to launch:  This was a VERY nice (well sunlit) view from the   
   side of what must've been something close to the size of a Saturn V rocket.    
   It appeared to be on the gantry, with some of that white vapor coming from its   
   skin.  It was a SHORT    
   view, so no, I didn't see it "launch" or "explode" or anything else, just that   
   it was "ready to launch".  Clarity 9, though *brief!*   
   -something I have 0 recollection of, regarding "landing & data being uploaded"   
   although I have little association of it with the rocket dream.   
   -My eldest sister, Sherry, and her husband, Steve, in a position as if they   
   were my employers, and were firing me.  The written note mentions: "went   
   walking, ended up in empty, concrete warehouse."   
   -Guy brings in lion (cuddles briefly) again, no real recollection.   
      
   1/29/2021 FRIDAY:   
      
   -Xacto-knife used to slice thin, leather pattern (like a piece of clothing,   
   perhaps?) from a larger square of leather.   
   -Dreamer was in a place similar to the Opryland Hotel, at a place similar to a   
   high school class reunion, seeing someone who appeared to be Gina (clarity 7+)   
   -Fridge full of cereal (ZERO recollection!) / video of train (?) / motors for   
   examination.  No idea.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)