From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   12:31 PM 1/30/2021   
      
   Fake Dr. Fauci (Ha!  No surprise there!):  The dreamer was at some location   
   with a feel *somewhat* like Memphis, TN.  *OTHER* than simply crossing through   
   it IRL (4x, 2X headed west, and 2X headed back east by car, and flying over it   
   at least once in a    
   jet) I've only spent time in Memphis on one occasion, a weekend gathering   
   called "Memphis in May" back in circa 1983) the scene still had a sort of   
   libtard / leftist / bureaucratic *feel*, and was bordering on "lucid," as the   
   dreamer had a sudden "need"    
   to see "his" reflection in a mirror.  Oddly enough, the view he saw was very   
   much like Dr. Fauci, except that it "felt" *layered*, as if the dreamer were   
   viewing an image through "mental" layers.  In fact, the dreamer (having a   
   rough idea of how *I*    
   generally appear, physically) began sort of "shaking his mind" in such a way   
   not unlike someone trying to shuffle sand off a bingo card (that's just a   
   conscious analogy, not something specifically worded within the dream) and as   
   this "mental shake" began,   
    the reflection / image of Dr. Fauci began to deconstruct a bit, as if the   
   dreamer's countenance was emerging "from beneath."  THIS brings up an   
   INTERESTING hypothesis, that a person's "self image" is often LAYERED by those   
   who affect our lives the most.    
    I see the DNC, Islam, and the entire "progressive" left as being mostly   
   darkness.  Sure, sometimes beautiful wildflowers may grow out of the cow   
   manure spread all over a pasture, but seriously, the current amount of b.s.   
   being GUSHED out of D.C. is    
   BIBLICAL in proportion!  Meanwhile, as I mentioned, that dream was very nearly   
   "lucid" in content, but the symbolism having to be "dissolved" felt like a   
   layer of deception, reducing the overall clarity from 9+ to 8-ish.   
      
   Now this next bit MAY be linked to the previous dream, but "felt" like an   
   entirely different "starting scene":  The view was of a school with a massive   
   number of steps in front, leading up to it.  This was VERY "ornate" for   
   something like an elementary    
   school, or even a middle or high school, although I have seen at least ONE   
   university building (IRL) with a full story flight of steps in front (the   
   Kirksey Old Main building on the campus of MTSU.)  Regardless, this location   
   *felt* like California /    
   West Coast, with sunshine and a feeling of extravagance:  no simply school   
   building in my neck of the woods would EVER spend THAT much in architecture   
   for a simple school building.  But to continue:  the dreamer was inside the   
   building, but the hallway    
   was straight ahead (rather than left to right, as one would expect in a   
   lobbied front entrance) and the hallway seemed *practically EMPTY* except for   
   one person, like a door guard, who was there to enforce traffic in the   
   hallway:  that is, there were    
   spots on the floor 6' apart, apparently as some kind of over-reaction to the   
   covid scenario, which is (after all) basically just a HUGE dem-panic designed   
   to help terrify the population so as to eventually install Shari'a (you   
   watch!  it's coming!  all    
   the masks & 6' apart bullshit is HIGHLY reflective of Islamic cultures!)  The   
   dreamer had one look down the hallway and the dream ended.  Clarity 8+ inside,   
   9 for the outside view.   
      
   7 dead cops on a cloverleaf:  The dreamer seemed to be on a bicycle, but   
   driving in a fashion more consistent with a motor vehicle with respect to   
   speed, mass, inertia, etc.  It's just that the dream seemed to START as if on   
   a bicycle.  However, the    
   direction taken seemed to be a view of a clover-leaf section of an interstate,   
   and the view was similar to what a child or dog might view out a rear window   
   (as the vehicle continued its direction, the rear view increased in scope /   
   territory.)     
   Ultimately, there were 7 dead, uniformed officers (black & blue type uniforms,   
   slacks, shirts, caps) laid out on this section of road.  The dreamer was   
   wondering why there weren't a slew of emergency vehicles in the scene, and   
   attempted to call 9-1-1    
   from a cellular flip-phone.  This call action is where the dream just kinda   
   washed out, as all clarity went from 7 or 8 down to 0 (end of dream.)   
      
   Plea from JAT:  My former real life domestic partner, JAT, was making a kind   
   of emotional plea for me to reunite with her.  In real life, I have no desire   
   to do so, but neither do I have any desire to be rude.  I prefer to simply   
   remain kind but firm:  "   
   NO."  In the dream, this perspective was being maintained, however, the   
   dreamer was in a type of bedroom, with what appeared to be BLANK walls, a kind   
   of almost-dark, almost rusty, almost-purple color, but what caught the   
   dreamer's attention were the    
   following:  1) the room "felt" like it was the dreamer's own home.  2) the   
   room "felt" like the furniture (a clothes cabinet and bed and possibly some   
   other heavy item) had all been moved from the left wall of the room over to   
   the right.  3)  the dreamer    
   "felt" like this moving of furniture happened "without permission," or was   
   "unexpected" in some way.  4) the dreamer "felt" that this may well have   
   weakened the floor.  In fact, the dreamer's foot / toes easily began to   
   perforate the floor, not unlike    
   toeing wet cardboard.  The dreamer STOPPED this in order to prevent causing   
   any possible further damage to the floor.  NOTE:  In real life, before sharing   
   my room & board with JAT, I once lived in a mobile home where the kitchen   
   floor had been flooded    
   from a leak from under the sink (rather than from external flooding from   
   outside, where the water comes UP from the creek and rises to floor level,   
   which had happened some years PRIOR to the kitchen sink leak) which resulted   
   in the particle board    
   softening to the point of danger.  So to prevent *further* danger, I used a   
   circular saw to slice out the portions of the floor that were corrupt.  This   
   resulted in a period of time (before the flooring was fully repaired) wherein   
   one had to step through    
   the kitchen by stepping on the 2x4 crossbeams in order to pass into the living   
   room.  I only mention this because this memory seemed to play a background   
   part in the dream of the wet floor.  Clarity 8-ish.   
      
      
   [continued in next message]   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)