From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   Had a dream that started somewhere along the lines of visiting my 2 boys   
   (Logan and Landon) and Alyssa *may* have been there as well, but the general   
   concept (*very* low clarity of thought in the scene) involved a situation   
   where IF a locked door that    
   was “downstairs” had been *unlocked* (and there was no reason why it   
   shouldn’t have been) then a goodly amount of  would have occurred.    
   There is a similar “feel” in real life, such that if the gates on a dam   
   had been opened, the water    
   would have flowed downstream rather than prevented from flowing.  But this was   
   a household type scenario, and the dreamer was a shade [irked] that the door   
   had been locked, and proceeded “downstairs” in order to obtain a “flat   
   head” screwdriver    
   which is all one typically needs to unlock an inside, household door.  (It was   
   likely a bedroom door, but could have been a storeroom or playroom or any   
   other kind of room.  It wasn’t clearly indicated in the dream as to exactly   
   what type of door it    
   was.)  As the dreamer began moving to find/obtain a screwdriver (to unlock the   
   door) the dream ended.  Parts of the dream were clarity 6, other parts were   
   clarity 8.   
      
   There came another dream, much closer to 8:30 to 9 AM this morning, wherein   
   the dreamer noticed a child walking along Asbury Lane, in a north-to-south   
   direction, along the eastern side of the road, near the intersection with   
   Manson Pike (older name) /    
   Medical Center Pkwy (newer name.)  The dreamer *thought* the child was Landon   
   (the youngest of my 3 sons) yet noticed that he looked *just like* I used to   
   look at a young age, around 1st grade (5 or 6 years of age) with a buzz-type   
   “crew cut” hair    
   cut.  This remarkable similarity generated the thought in the dreamer’s   
   mind, “[there’s no doubt, he’s my kid]” (or something VERY similar to   
   that verbiage.)  As I type this up, it occurs to me that it *could* have been   
   my current self meeting    
   my *own* younger self at that age, and simply confusing “young Richy” with   
   “Landon” due to the life experiences I’ve encountered in the late 2000s   
   to 2012.  A “contributing factor” to the *cause* of these dreams   
   (there’s one to follow)    
   MAY have been the recent phone calls (2 or 3 nights ago) where Joyce kept   
   calling me to inform me she’s 4 months pregnant, and her baby’s daddy,   
   Darryl, apparently has “laid hands on [her]” (at *least* once, with with   
   the implication it has been *   
   more* than once; she said she’s had him arrested *at least* once.)  I gave   
   her the benefit of some “advice,” namely, to get “D” OFF drugs by   
   getting him “ON” Jesus, for her to get ON to Tenncare if possible, to   
   MARRY D *if* possible, or    
   otherwise press him for child support, and to get an attorney to “track   
   down” whatever happened to her Grandmother’s assets, which should have   
   gone to Joyce.  (Two possibilities: either her grandmother’s care facility   
   “appropriated” them, OR    
   Joyce has already inhaled a TON of cash in the form of crack cocaine.)   
      
   Finally, there was this dream before waking (much closer to 9 AM than the   
   earlier dream) wherein the dreamer spotted Landon (*along with* Logan, but it   
   was Landon who drew the dreamer’s attention) walking along the same stretch   
   of road (north to south)    
   but on the western side of the road (last I looked in real life, there was   
   only a sidewalk along the eastern side, but in this dream, it was *definitely*   
   on the western side of the road) as the dreamer was also on the western (left)   
   side of the road,    
   seeing young Landon (*without* glasses) approaching, wearing a red, winter   
   coat, zipped and/or buttoned up, *with* the hood *on*, in what appeared to be   
   a mid-summer scene.  The dreamer’s heart *rushed* out to Landon, asking,   
   “Did no one ever tell    
   you there was no need to be wearing a winter coat on such a nice day?” and   
   undoing the front so as to allow him to cool off.  And sure, there was the   
   *thought* to undo the hood and take the coat OFF, but that thought was   
   superseded by a hug (Landon to    
   the dreamer’s left, Logan on the dreamer’s right) that embraced them both,   
   along with the expression, “I love you both SO MUCH!” as the dream ended.    
   The end of that dream (the hug) was SO clear that when I awoke I was saddened   
   by their absence,    
   but I know that spiritually speaking, there is no absence.   
      
   One other— odd— dream, clearly influenced by the insanity that is   
   reflected by the Left these days, involved a handful of white, plastic cards,   
   similar in size and shape to standard credit cards (maybe 2”x3½”?)   
   hanging upon a wall (much like how    
   tools are hung on a pegboard, only the wall was simply white, so they   
   must’ve been hanging on hooks or nails?) which the dreamer took in hand to   
   examine.  They appeared to indicate either “FATHER” or “SON” for a   
   number of them (maybe 3 or 4    
   were directly looked at?) but the absence of “MOTHER” was noted, however,   
   there was this ONE card (at the end of the dream) which involved some sort of   
   gender-confused marking.  Seriously.  It had purple ink (in contrast to the   
   others, which were    
   simply black letters on a white card) and as the dreamer had the slightest   
   curiosity as to who this card may have represented, the “confusion” of who   
   the card represented was enough to scramble anything that may have been   
   visible on the card, and the    
   dream ended.  Clarity 9 (although quite possibly symbolic 7) right on up until   
   the end, where that confusion factor just shot everything straight to hell, as   
   it were.  The “Father / Son” ethic was and is *clearly* evident, which is   
   likely why    
   patriarchal religions focus on it, although the absence of the female   
   component has always perplexed me somewhat in real life.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)