From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   12:45 PM — So many dreams I'm certain a few will get left out, but last   
   night / this morning, it seemed like life was simply made for dreaming.  One   
   that really stood out as one of the more pleasant dreams I've ever had   
   involved a "visit" to an "   
   elderly couple's home" where the interior of the living room looked like it   
   had been built in the 1800s yet felt more like 1920s (perhaps it had been   
   well-taken care of?) located as if on the main street of a small, northern   
   town (not like anything in    
   the rust belt, but possibly between the two World Wars) but what really caught   
   me was the *quality* and the *color* of the furnishings, more specifically,   
   one small throw pillow, perhaps 1'x1'x a few inches depth, made of a gorgeous   
   purple fabric (silk??)   
    with a *remarkable* sheen.  There had been some observation that several   
   items in the room had a sheen, but that one throw pillow just amazed the   
   dreamer for some reason, perhaps in fascination and appreciation (awe,   
   wonder?) at the craftsmanship that    
   had gone into making it.  This was a place where the dreamer wanted to   
   actually stay and visit, but the dream ended.  Clarity 9+++ for some reason :-)   
      
   In another dream, the dreamer was involved with the location of a small   
   vehicle (2-to-4 seater, automobile-type) although for some reason there was   
   also one of those quilt-like blankets in the front seat, although the material   
   was more like a type used    
   for rugged purposes rather than comfy bedtime, although it was comfy enough to   
   have slept in.  Clarity 8-, as it was a dark-ish scene, with practically 0   
   logic as to whether the vehicle was being dropped off or to be moved   
   elsewhere.  (In my present part-   
   time job in real life, such information is always at the forefront of the   
   trip:  pick-up or drop-off, and from and where to (and sometimes for why?) are   
   always the reason for even getting INto a vehicle.)  Clarity 6 (approaching   
   the level of true    
   ignorance of the situation.)   
      
   Another dream involved a scene similar to a university professor's apartment   
   door, and something involving performing a technical service (such as   
   technology type equipment hook-up or disassembly) with the dreamer as the   
   tech, and some feeling of being    
   excused *prior* to the job being finished, as the dreamer seemed to feel   
   something was left in need of completion / in a state of potential unrest.    
   Clarity 8-  (If 7 wasn't reserved for symbology, it would likely be a 7.)   
      
   In yet another dream in a dark outside area, similar to a yard which, in real   
   life, is located on the NE side of where Scottland Drive dead-ends to the   
   north.  The dreamer seems to be dealing with very small critters (such as   
   moles, baby rabbits perhaps,    
   maybe a bug or two) in a plastic container (such as something used for the   
   sale of food items in the grocery) perhaps 5"x3½"x3½" (one of those last two   
   may have been by 4") AND there appeared to be two such containers filled with   
   identical critters,    
   almost like a left-view and a right-view coming in together as a single view,   
   or possibly the point at which one world was dividing into two worlds.  At   
   either rate, IF I recall correctly, the dreamer had the initial thought of   
   destroying the contents of    
   the container, while the idea / action / consequence that seemed to take place   
   involved the dreamer gently placing the container upon the ground and allowing   
   whatever was inside to exit by its own free will.   
      
   In what seemed like a different scene of the same dream, same location, same   
   darkness, there appeared to be some flames breaking out along a section of the   
   yard which really stood out in the darkness of the nighttime setting, fanning   
   out along grass and    
   possibly up towards the base of a tree trunk.  Having some experience with   
   putting out smaller fires, the dreamer quickly started stomping out all the   
   flames along the ground, and *I THINK* used his body (clothing) as a kind of   
   roller to put out the    
   flames along the tree trunk (as since they were "fresh" flames, there was not   
   as of yet much heat transferred into the bark of the tree.  Such could not   
   have been even remotely successful with a trunk that had been in flames for   
   over half a minute.)     
   These two scenes appeared to be over, clarity 8+ (due to the darkness, and   
   especially the split-scenario at the beginning.)   
      
   Something I think I'm finally starting to understand (perhaps a bit late,   
   HUH!) is that when dreams appear as two scenes diverging (or converging)   
   what's being observed is a diverging (or merging) of worlds, as a consequence   
   of whatever decision is being    
   made.   
      
   One has a *choice*— to love God (oneself AND others) *NOW* and for all   
   eternity, or to hate (anyone or anything) until death.  Simple choice.    
   biblehub.com/joshua/24-15.htm  (See also, biblehub.com/deuteronomy/30.htm ,   
   specifically, verses biblegateway.   
   com/passage/?search=Deuteronomy%2030:15-20 .)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)