From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   9:14 12/2/2021   
      
   Of course I've been having lots of dreams, but simply lacked the impetus to   
   post them of late— until this morning.  The dream before waking involved the   
   dreamer along with a vehicle (similar to the one I drive in real life) along   
   with someone who was    
   sort of like my mother (in real life) as if the dreamer were bringing the   
   mother "back" to the house (where I live in real life) but where they'd been   
   or what they'd been doing seems to be absent from any memory of the dream,   
   although it was vaguely    
   present just until the main action occurred:  A man *similar* in nature to   
   Gina's first husband (whom I've occasionally referred to as "Guido") appeared   
   as if he were a white-winged person (not so much an angel or a devil with   
   wings, but merely as a    
   person with white wings.)   
      
   There had been some pre-arrival discussion that "Tony" would be arriving   
   shortly, sort of as a way to prepare the dreamer mentally for what was about   
   to occur.  The dreamer seemed amicable rather than vengeful or hostile in any   
   way.   
      
   As he landed beside the driveway (the back area where the porch becomes the   
   driveway) there was some issue with one of his wings having fallen off, only   
   it was similar to a white bicycle handle bar grip, that hollow-yet-capped tube   
   that one may slide on    
   or off of a bicycle bar handle, with finger grips molded on the outside.    
   There was also an object similar in nature to a wind-up alarm clock, the kind   
   with those two half-dome brass bells affixed atop with a clanger between   
   them.  It was as if when the    
   guy had landed, a bicycle handle grip along with the alarm clock both hit the   
   ground, somehow as a direct consequence of the guy having lost a wing, as if   
   the wing were some kind of chemical-molecular reaction, with the wing   
   splitting into the grip and    
   the clock.   
      
   The dreamer retrieved the grip (from off the ground— for whatever reason,   
   the alarm clock was mentally noted as "unnecessary" and thus forgotten about   
   at the moment, but it *did* stick in the mind as a kind of "memo" for later)   
   and returned it to "Tony"   
    and asked if the guy would like to go for a ride around the neighborhood,   
   which the dreamer and his mother had just been about to do.  Please note:    
   IRL, my real mother is nearing 92, whereas in the dream, the mother figure was   
   decades younger, possibly    
   as a dream symbol.  The idea was that the dreamer was being "cordial" if not   
   "hospitable" toward Guido / Tony, and the guy (now on land) was amenable to   
   going around in the car.  There was something said along the lines of "I'm   
   sure the perspective isn't    
   as high as what you're accustomed to, but there's something to be said about   
   seeing things at the ground level that one simply doesn't get from up   
   there...."   
      
   The dream simply ended, all around a clarity of 8+, as there appeared to be a   
   rather large amount of symbolism in the dream, yet it was all flowing as part   
   of the action.   
      
   Now, just because I happen to be writing this up, here's a post that preceded   
   that last one by a small amount of time:  the dreamer had been looking for a   
   toilet due to an impending need, but was holding a drape/curtain mounted on a   
   curved pole above /    
   around a stall area, and was letting a few urgent cases (at least two) come   
   sit (one after the other) as they seemed a bit more imminent at the moment,   
   but when a third person approached, the dreamer indicated that "Sorry, it's my   
   turn."  Of course, the    
   typical dream is of the search FOR a toilet or urinal.  This one of being the   
   gatekeeper for a toilet was a first (at least for me.)  Clarity 8+, but it   
   ended as the dreamer sat to get down to business, as it were.  I mention this   
   because there was a    
   type of "twin dream" almost directly thereafter, of a nearly identical nature,   
   wherein the dreamer was sitting upon a toilet, but for some reason it was as   
   if the curtain / drape had not been closed, apparently under the assumption   
   that the building    
   seemed empty during the seeking/finding phase.  Yet as the dreamer was   
   sitting, a dark-skinned, burly-set female (nationality unknown, but there was   
   an assumption of her being African-American, around 40 years old?) who   
   performed the courtesy of closing    
   the drapes for the privacy of the dreamer, which felt appreciated.  I used the   
   term "burly-set" because she could easily have been a shorter football player,   
   or possibly even a bouncer or hospice-type nurse, the kind with the strength   
   to up and move    
   patients of any size in order to get the job done.  Also clarity 8+.   
      
   The thought occurs to me that these two dreams *may* indicate something akin   
   to "split timelines," *one* event as seen from two distinct perspectives.   
      
   9:50 12/2/2021   
      
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