From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   So just an update:  I had perhaps one of the "busiest" days I've had in a   
   while today.  Along with all that business came the initial interview with the   
   Hospice folk regarding my mom's health.  During that chat, it became known   
   that she will eventually    
   have access to level-of-comfort medications which caused this one dream from   
   last night / this morning to just JUMP back to mind, involving the dreamer   
   being taken into a kind of warehouse with glass-walled storage areas, just bin   
   after bin of ultra-high    
   quality medical marijuana that simply boggled the imagination.  The dreamer   
   was wondering how he was going to exit this area without the cartel folk   
   bumping him off, but there was no sense of imminent threat within the dream.   
      
   It occurs to me that the dream was sort of a preview of what end-of-life   
   medications are actually like.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)