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|    Richard Silk to All    |
|    2022-02-02 Wednesday:    |
|    02 Feb 22 08:53:26    |
      From: dicksilk@gmail.com              The dreamer was in a line of other people, presumably of high school or       *possibly* college age, *possibly* with some 20 or 30 somethings, moving as if       queuing into a show such as TV production set with a live studio audience.        There was a feeling of "don'       t go in that door" as it was a side door that led directly onto the set, but       was kept unlocked for fire-escape purposes. Somehow, the dreamer ended up in       a hallway of sorts, or simply *behind* back-stage, and had a view through the       set to the audience        beyond, and people in a hallway outside the auditorium (through open doors.)        The dreamer was then walking along a hallway with other people, exiting the       building, realizing that somehow he had shown up dressed in only a flannel,       button down shirt, and        apparently had been wearing just that shirt all this time, but hadn't been       aware of it somehow, which seemed *very* curious to the dreamer, as in "HOW       did I get here / walk out of the house and NOT notice this???"       As many women are well aware, they can wear a man's shirt only and still cover       their lower zone. However, for the dreamer, there was a tip hanging out       beneath the shirt, which he hoped others simply would not notice, but suddenly       felt VERY self-aware        and wanted to get out of there ASAP, and the dream simply *ended*. Clarity 8       to 9 in places.              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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