From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   10:31 AM 5/6/2021   
      
   Three Frustrating-Type Dreams:   
      
   1) The dreamer was at a job with a a desk-work / report compiling aspect that   
   seemed as if he had spent hours doing anything but.  In fact, the dreamer had   
   the sense that he had done basically *nothing* for hours, or at least had   
   *nothing* to show for    
   his time at work.  There was a sense of "coming to judgment" with respect to   
   what he had done with his time on the job.  Clarity: 9 (with an extremely   
   clear sense of frustration.)   
      
   2) The dreamer was working to get TO a job by means of driving, with the scene   
   being akin to a mashup between Smyrna (Sam Ridley Pkwy) La Vergne (Waldron Rd)   
   and the Briley Pkwy area of Nashville, all as if super-imposed into one area.    
   The point being    
   that the dreamer understood the need to get from the "western" side of this   
   geography (the residence) to the "eastern" (work) side, yet there were a bunch   
   of minor "sub-issues" such as the transportation of planks of wood, as if in   
   the bed of a pick-up    
   truck, a large hen or turkey, as if something to prepare for dinner, and the   
   feeling that a "wrong turn" had been taken, sending the dreamer "left" (toward   
   the very western side) in order to gain access to a more major branch in order   
   to head "right" (   
   east) but the feeling that "I *should've* turned RIGHT back there...!" in   
   order to have taken a more direct route.  The one had much less clarity   
   (around 7+?) but still a major sense of frustration, as if the destination was   
   not going to be reached.   
      
   3) The dreamer was working at *parking a vehicle* along the side of the road.    
   JUST for perspective, it was as if the dreamer were headed north (up) on a   
   bi-directional street, the kind that is *just barely* wide enough to allow   
   parking along at least    
   one curb (in this case, the oncoming traffic, headed south) when a car-like   
   vehicle along the left curb pulls out and moves on, giving the dreamer a   
   perfect parking spot, just that a "J-turn" (or "U-turn") was necessary in   
   order to "get" that spot.  IF    
   the dreamer had "driven on" in order to make a "proper" (legal) turn around in   
   order to return to that spot, the spot would *most likely* have been snatched   
   up by someone traveling in that direction before the dreamer was able to get   
   back to it.  So the    
   J/U-turn to park there was commenced.  No incident to report, other than in   
   the next scene, the dreamer is inside a building (that had been on the *east*   
   (right) side of the N/S street) that appears to be a convention-type hall,   
   such as the TN Perf. Arts    
   Ctr. (TPAC) with a wide-open lobby on the first floor, and a *wide,* *open*   
   staircase headed up on the east (right) side of the room, such that people may   
   *easily* "see" who is going where (although functional, the social / political   
   aspect comes to mind,   
    so that people may "see" who's climbing, and who's "on the lower level.")   
      
   There is a slender (well-figured) woman who is in an elegant evening dress,   
   white-ish with gold-ish trim and perhaps a white-ish fur (stole?) around her   
   neck and shoulders, and she's headed up the stairs, with some small amount of   
   chaos in her wake:  it'   
   s as if she's left her car simply sitting in the middle of the street (that   
   was barely wide enough to get traffic through, let alone park on at least one   
   side) with the sense that it's blocking traffic, like an abandoned   
   Rolls-Royce, near the edges of    
   the inner-city of Murfreesboro (there are a few blocks where driving through   
   with one's windows UP and doors LOCKED may be considered "risky," like, some   
   folk would feel "ill at ease" if they had to get out and change a tire, for   
   instance.  As a kid, I    
   grew up riding my bicycle through those streets, and it always feels like a   
   "safe" place to me.)  There is a question posed as if left hanging in the air   
   as to whether or not she plans on getting her car properly parked, or even   
   cares, and she appears to    
   totally ignore the question and continue on her way, as if headed to an   
   upstairs balcony box-seat or something.  Clarity 8+, but the feeling that this   
   woman gave off, like, "why bother with lesser, physical distractions?  Someone   
   [like a butler / driver /   
    valet] will take care of it."    
      
   11:00 AM 5/6/2021   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)