From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   12:46 PM (slept late, slow breakfast.)  Had a number of dreams, but few worth   
   reporting (fewer still that managed to main beyond the evaporation phase of   
   waking up.)  One that I thought peculiar involved seeing at least one young,   
   white kitten (young cat,   
    likely beyond weaning age) sort of "suspended as if in clear oil" like   
   viscous seawater.  There was some question as to what that scene may have   
   represented.  The question in the dreamer's mind was as to whether or not the   
   young cat was somehow dead or    
   in suspended animation, and if so, why / how, etc., but rather than   
   investigate it, the dreamer / scenario moved on.   
      
   Another (more normal yet for some reason slightly more disturbing) dream   
   involved the dreamer walking along a narrow shopping aisle.  There was a small   
   family group, likely a young boy (around 5 or maybe 6?) and an adult male   
   (maybe early 30s?) and at    
   least one other person, possibly a teen male (around 14–15?) all of dark   
   skin color, although the father figure was darker complected than the sons.    
   The dreamer's physical body was younger and slimmer than my own, and the   
   father's appearance was    
   shorter and notably heavier than my own, his being in maybe the 250 lb range,   
   which on a shorter person, resembles the size of a football player long past   
   retirement age.   
      
   The action begins with the dreamer heading "up" an aisle (relatively   
   north-ish, scanning left) with the younger boy headed in the dreamer's   
   direction, still along the left side of the narrow aisle.  The dreamer makes   
   way for the little boy to pass by,    
   and gives cordial responses similar to one's response to "excuse me" when the   
   flow is perfectly understandable.  The dreamer actually felt *joy* (as in a   
   smile!) as the little boy passed by.    
      
   A box of Rice Chex of some kind (like a generic, store brand) was on the shelf   
   on the left, and the dreamer was contemplating picking one up in the act of   
   shopping.  However, and don't ask me why?!? the dreamer had left 3 credit   
   cards just *sitting* on    
   the shelf to the right of the box of Rice Chex.  I suspect one was a credit   
   card, one may have been a food card, and the other may have been a driver's   
   license (some say "driver license") but the credit card was the one clearly on   
   top.  The other two    
   were "impressions" of what may have been beneath.  The dreamer was feeling a   
   moment of suspense / concern [trepidation / foreboding / premonition] when the   
   father figure *snatched* the cards in a flash!  He *may* have passed the cards   
   to the teen    
   standing behind him (such is the general rule of the pick-pocket, to always   
   drop the snatch to another as quickly as possible) but the next action in the   
   dream was the dreamer nabbing the father (perp) in a headlock using the   
   dreamer's right forearm (the    
   perp's head was in toward the dreamer's body, with the perspective looking   
   down directly at the perp's balding head.)   
      
   The objective of the dreamer was to get the perp to surrender the snatched   
   cards, yet the dreamer's mind was also on the possibility that the teen son   
   may already be in possession of the cards, yet the son was not leaving his dad   
   as a cut-&-run maneuver (   
   although that should've been part of his training.)  Instead, the headlocked   
   perp was growling low pitched threats at the dreamer, similar to "You'd better   
   let me go," similar to a captured animal who knows he can't get away yet   
   remains calm under the    
   circumstances.   
      
   The dreamer realized that calling for some assistance (store management,   
   police, etc.) was likely the best bet at this point, and as the dreamer began   
   to call out, the dream ended.  Clarity 9-, as the scene was shadowy to start   
   with.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)