From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   I just noticed that my last two individual posts have dyslexic-affected   
   subject lines:  2101-08-17 and 2101-08-23.  Dain Bramage... can't live with   
   it, can't live without it.  Reminds me of the dyslexic, agnostic insomniac who   
   laid awake at night    
   wondering if there really is a doG?   
      
   Meanwhile:   
   Aug 25, 2021 09:09— Dreamt I was in a darkened room (but with lots of   
   space.  A “clear, darkened room”) where this one gal (perhaps around her   
   40s / 50s but due to childhood as well as neighborhood memories, looking a bit   
   like I remember her from    
   her later teens—) comes slowly wandering by, and it was as if she was on a   
   slow path through the room, whereas I had some slightly freer degree of   
   movement.  I kept trying to (softly) catch her attention, by asking aloud her   
   first name, “Celeste?”     
   She was either not hearing me or ignoring me for some reason, so I asked   
   again, “Celeste?  Celeste Peacock?”  Still not getting much response,   
   there was a sentence such as “I used to be.  Now I’m ____” and she gave   
   her married name, although it    
   was not clearly heard, and I felt the slight currents in energy between trying   
   to address a single, younger woman, as opposed to addressing an older   
   (happily?) married woman.  It felt as if it would be “rude” of me to   
   continue any conversation at    
   this point.  I did, however, after waking, have a kind of "revisit" of the   
   dialogue in my head, that if the event ever occurs, I'd let her know that I've   
   always felt "Celeste" to be one of the most beautiful names I've ever heard   
   ("Gina" takes the crown,    
   however.)   
      
   I did, however, happen to notice a young, dark haired girl (maybe around 5 or   
   6?) holding onto Celeste’s right hand (with the girl’s left) as if leading   
   her around, which in hindsight (after waking) gave me the impression that the   
   little girl had    
   been *leading* Celeste through the (clear) dark room.   
   It’s at this point I’d like to post an observation:  in a recent dream, I   
   noted a scene that felt *as if* the dreamer were holding the head of an old   
   man *as if* that old man’s head were a new-born baby.  And now, I’ve had a   
   dream *as if* my    
   elderly mother were appearing as her childhood self (as the young girl leading   
   Celeste around by the hand)— to be specific, it seemed *as if* the little   
   girl had been leading Celeste on an arc path, perhaps through / along a line   
   of people, in order to    
   “view the body” at a funeral.  However, there was no body in the room   
   where the casket would have been.  This is not inexplicable, as my mother   
   intends to have her remains cremated, and a simple “memorial” is planned.   
      
   So here’s the “observation,” if you will:  when we are “born”   
   *physically* into this world, we are born *spiritually* at our age of death.    
   When we “die” (of old age) one’s spirit has regressed, as it were, to   
   that of a child.  This helps    
   bring a bit of the New Testament into a clearer light, as it were:  Paul   
   refers to people as being “born dead” while Jesus tells us that one may   
   enter the Kingdom of Heaven as a child.  It sort of reminds me of a >< type   
   inversion process, between    
   one’s physical age and one’s spiritual state.   
      
   Overall, clarity 8+, but it had an unusual "feel" to it, like it was   
   half-vision — glimpse of a future event / half dream, leaning toward   
   symbolic.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)