From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   Just a side-memo, my mother tells me this is her (late) brother's birthday.  I   
   barely remember Uncle Jim, but I do have a fond memory of him from back when I   
   could barely stand / walk, and he was (caringly) tossing me a baseball of   
   sorts, likely a "windy    
   city" ball.   
      
   Meanwhile, this morning's dream was a bit unusual, as it involved an encounter   
   with my late sister (Cynthia) in an area of the house near the (only)   
   hallway.  It was as if I were standing *beside* / outside her feet, as she was   
   facing me, and we "glided"    
   into the kitchen, almost like "floating," but distinctly different from the   
   typical "flying" sensation one gets in a flying-type dream— as if we were   
   floating by virtue of HER energy, or possibly her female energy in close   
   contact with my male energy,    
   causing some kind of location-transportation / displacement effect.  The dream   
   ended in the kitchen, clarity 9+++ (the background of the dream, what we'd   
   think of as "the setting" of the room(s) around us, seemed dim in comparison   
   to the light that she    
   seemed to be made of, as if one's bodily image were simply made of light.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)