From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   A remembered dream snippet from a night or two before:  the dreamer was in a   
   vehicle (such as a car) but it was rolling / moving *backwards*, and not just   
   a tiny slip like some dreams encounter, but a continuous roll, as if it were   
   rolling downhill on a    
   street, where the dreamer couldn't easily turn the head around to see behind,   
   but rather than “jerk awake,â€� the dream managed to stay continuous as the   
   dreamer experienced a “swingâ€� of sorts, such that the car was now moving   
   *forwards* again,    
   which is odd thinking back on it, because due to the *nature* of the (180°)   
   swing / pivot, the dreamer *should* have been facing *backwards* as the   
   vehicle swung around to move forwards.   
   I can’t help but interpret this as either a major change in my personal   
   direction, or more possibly, a change in the direction of the nation / the   
   world, as the Biden installation is beginning to near its end (Rah!!)    
   Incidentally, I read today where    
   Trump is expecting to run again in 2024.  YAY!!! :-) 🇺🇸 👠  
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   Meanwhile, LAST night / this morning, there was an *unusual* intro TO a dream,   
   consisting of a *dark* setting yet with even darker scribbling, as if someone   
   had used a black ballpoint pen with India ink on a dark sheet of paper, but   
   the scribbling    
   pattern was not only side-to-side (by about 1â€�–2â€�) but also vertical,   
   somewhat as how a child (or even an adult) might draw a tornado, or an   
   emotionally wrought person might scrub out a section of written text.   
       
   The first thought that went through my head was that it reminded me of the   
   emotional “tornadoâ€� that Joyce caused in my past.  (I suspect her   
   â€œsoulâ€� is an emotional tornado, but to continue….)   
       
   The next scene that had some imagery in it involved something that *looked   
   like* a young monkey, maybe 2–3 feet tall at the most, and the dreamer moved   
   to perform some sort of back-rub / massage move, in something of a    
   shoulder-down-the-spine    
   direction, however, the ending position wasn’t actually a massage so much as   
   it was a kind of hard, firm *pinch* with the dreamer’s hands *firmly*   
   clamping, pinching (but more like clamping) the monkey’s left and right   
   buttocks with the dreamer’s    
   left and right hands, respectively.   
       
   Then came the bellow:  it is almost impossible to remember what it sounded   
   like as I’m typing this up (hours later, around around 6 PM) but I did take   
   some mental notes at the time of waking, which I can recall here:   
      
   It wasn’t a “soundâ€� as one would hear a natural vibration, such as a   
   voice or a note, but rather a “distortion,â€� similar in nature to the sound   
   of an old TV set channeled to an off-the-air station (TV static, something   
   rarely if ever heard “   
   liveâ€� in today’s world of DVRs, dish and cable.)   
      
   Only this bellow wasn’t soft like the static on a TV station—  it was LOUD   
   like the bellow of a ship’s (steam-powered) fog horn.  But please keep in   
   mind, a ship’s whistle / horn has a *musical* (wavelength) quality to it.    
   There was NO    
   wavelength in the bellow heard in the dream.  As I awoke from the incident, it   
   seemed as if the monkey had turned into my youngest son, Landon, which made me   
   feel *awful* to think I’d caused him pain!  (Even if it was *only a   
   dream*—)  At any rate,    
   clarity 9, actually ranging from 7-ish through 8 through 9+, but with   
   evaporation and the peculiarity of the monkey image transitioning into my son,   
   rating it as a 9 is probably about right.   
      
   Speaking of Landon, he turns 14 in February!!  (Wow....!)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)