From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   6:43 1/8/2022   
   Had a rather curious dream last night (this morning before waking) that began   
   with a LOT of people queuing up in a line.  It appears all the population were   
   being kept inside a building because there was a crime outside the building,   
   and it was *assumed*    
   the law-abiding folk were being kept inside for their own protection and to   
   help keep the scene clear for law enforcement to do their jobs.  In the   
   pre-9/11 era, that would be perfectly logical, but during Biden's abomination   
   of desolation, even in a    
   FREE state, such assumptions could lead to a "dead end" so to speak.   
      
   At any rate, the dreamer was heading toward what seemed a logical waiting   
   point, only to notice that particular location would be the equivalent of   
   "breaking line," and a view around the area (it was like a large parking   
   garage with no cars present)    
   showed that where the dreamer actualy *was* relative to everyone else was "the   
   back of the line," which was EASILY a tenth of a mile long at that point,   
   EASILY 50 to 100 or more people standing in line (NOT "socially distanced,"   
   but that's an oxymoron    
   anyways.)   
      
   Somewhere during this queue, the dreamer noticed a young version of my son,   
   Charles (maybe around 4 years old?) in a relative position *on the other side   
   of the rail*.  He was holding onto my (the dreamer's) right hand fingers (like   
   he used to do) and    
   there was a moment where he seemed a bit concerned (frightened?) by his   
   position, but "I" (the dreamer) simply told him to be careful not to press too   
   closely to the rail (there was bubble gum all over his shirt.)   
      
   At any rate, today is Charles' 30th birthday, so Happy Birthday, Son! :-)  I   
   was 30 when you were born, so hey, good luck! :-)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)