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|    Richard Silk to All    |
|    Re: 2021-05-27 Thursday    |
|    27 May 21 12:11:41    |
      From: dicksilk@gmail.com              On Thursday, May 27, 2021, I just remembered:              There was one other dream involving an upstairs SMALL room in a house, maybe       8'x8' at the most, likely closer to 6'x6', with white painted walls, and       something to do with the dreamer having been downstairs but was led upstairs       (mostly a sense of        curiosity, as to what was this all about?) as if by someone such as either a       maid OR a house-supervisor of some kind, *possibly* a resident.               The dreamer was somewhat stunned (not quite the right word for it... neither       is "awed", nor "mystified," but more like "incredulous" to find a room that       apparently had been totally forgotten about! Someone was "reminding" the       dreamer in a manner akin to:        "Don't you remember painting it?" And, in real life, I have painted more       than my share of rooms, so the flood of memories that poured in from that       question was enough to basically bring the dreamer's mind to focus on just       that one room in the dream,        and there seemed to be *some* glint of recollection present. Meanwhile, there       was something *in* the room similar to a roll-top desk, which was rather       charming in its own right. There also happened to be something akin to a few       prized toys that had        been placed there, as my daughter Alyssa came to mind, which brought up a       moment of deep sadness / nostalgia. I do not recall much else from that       point, as I feel the dream ended there, other than perhaps the dreamer exiting       the room to the hallway.              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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