From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   There was a flat, white, somewhat chewed up Frisbee-like disk (only it was   
   more like a plastic lid of some kind) roughly 8" in diameter, and about ¼"   
   thick and rather than the 3-D, saucer-like, aerodynamic shape of a Frisbee,   
   this white "lid" was flat,    
   as if someone had just used something found as a toy for playing with a dog   
   that likes to catch Frisbees.  The dreamer picked it up and flung it (like a   
   Frisbee) only rather than just go a few yards, this thing *really* went   
   flying!  Not only did it "   
   catch the wind," so to speak, but it kept *on* flying, AND turned into a ring   
   (like a tube-wire that had been shaped into the circumference of a circle) of   
   two basic *illuminating* colors to it:  somewhat violet, and somewhat indigo.    
   They were quite    
   beautiful to look at, as if charged by an (otherwise unseen) ultraviolet light   
   source.  There was some desire of the dreamer to "go fetch" the object, but it   
   never seemed to land— or if it did, it was well beyond at least one   
   house-yard (lot) away.  It    
   was last spotted "north of" the duplex similar to the one north of 1103   
   Scottland (IRL.)  The dreamer seemed to sense that if & when the time came to   
   reunite with that two-tone, illuminated ring, such would happen.   
      
   I've got a hunch this type of dream turned into a symbolic vision of a future   
   event, whether of this dimension or another, "only time will tell."   
      
   Another dream involved a type of small building, maybe 20'x 20' x 10?' (it   
   seemed like there was a bit of headroom within the structure, but the ceiling   
   wasn't ever directly looked at.  Also, the 20' measurements may have been   
   shorter, like 16', but hey,    
   it was "only a dream," right?)  What was of a bit more interest was the nature   
   of the interior of the structure, the "room," which was basically wall-to-wall   
   empty floor.  It had more of the sense of a "tent" but with greater rigidity,   
   *very much like*    
   the barn that used to exist on my property at 3050 Asbury Lane b   
   ck-in-the-day.  The land upon which this structure was located also *felt*   
   like that property as well.   
      
   As the dreamer entered (from a ?southerly? direction, facing north) there was   
   seen at least one sleeping bag upon the floor, possibly upon a padding of some   
   type, maybe just a pad and a blanket, rather roughish in appearance, yet the   
   floor of the room    
   was otherwise relatively clear and clean.  Then some type of interaction   
   occurred between the dreamer and some guy who came in, apparently surprised to   
   be found there, as if he had been "squatting" upon the land / within the room,   
   as if the dreamer was    
   the property owner.  And yet, it felt more like me talking to a younger   
   version of myself, maybe somewhere in his late 20s up to mid 30s.  The guy was   
   rather congenial, and even offered the dreamer some [weed] (marijuana) to   
   smoke, which the dreamer    
   politely declined. The guy was only slightly apologetic for being there,   
   whereupon the dreamer felt moved to clarify that the spot on the floor was   
   *his* bed, and that the squatter was free to sleep wherever else he wanted.    
   There was not even so much as    
   a *hint* of any argument.   
      
   Trying to put what occurred next into a linear storyline, the dreamer found   
   [himself] outside the structure, where the ground was rather muddy /   
   clay-like, and upon re-entering the structure (still not clear as to how that   
   happened, possibly by passing *   
   through* the walls?) felt it necessary to somehow keep the mud from tracking   
   onto the floor.  In what felt like a scraping motion of the foot in order to   
   accomplish this thought, there appeared to also be two shoes on the ground of   
   interest:  one was a    
   shoe relatively close to what I (the dreamer) would wear, around a men's size   
   10½ or 11, while the other item resembled a pink, thin slipper that my   
   daughter Alyssa used to wear back in her infancy, around age 4.  It certainly   
   felt odd to see two    
   individual items of footwear like this (each without a matching pair) and the   
   dreamer may have tucked them away and left.  Overall clarity 8, although there   
   were some pluses and minuses throughout.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)