From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   The dream from last (Good) Friday regarding a trumpet led me (in real life) to   
   look up one of the two people from the trumpet dream, so I started with the   
   older brother of one of the two and sent him an email, which he forwarded to   
   the younger brother,    
   who actually called me last night around 10 PM.  Turns out the younger brother   
   is now a minister of some sort.  Turns out we had an interesting conversation   
   regarding Biblical Scripture and "the End of the Age" which may (or may not)   
   end up in our    
   getting together to chat sometime in the future, but if that ever happens,   
   I'll need to bring along a laptop with lots of notes because there's almost no   
   way for my brain to process information otherwise.   
      
   So dreams from last night / this morning involved a room of the area of a 2 or   
   possibly 3 car garage, square.  It was notably square, rather than   
   rectangular, and the objective for the dreamer was to get the floor clean, as   
   if there were pencil marks all    
   over the floor from writing.   
      
   The dreamer had a female assistant, who was like a composite of JAT but also   
   with a touch of Gina, and the dreamer subdivided the floor into quarters, just   
   like a super-sized game of 4-square.  He (the dreamer *felt* like "me") chose   
   one corner (possibly    
   "upper left"? with respect to the dreamer's orientation) and directed the   
   female to choose the next square (upper right, if I'm recalling this   
   correctly) and then the idea was to choose again for the next two, but *that   
   part* of the dream ended.  The    
   next scene involved a piece of paperwork that felt like a written invoice for   
   the work performed, but what caught the dreamer's attention was the *very*   
   nicely hand-written lettering (clearly the female's) except that the word   
   "number" had been written "   
   numer" although there was another syllable (or two) following that word.   
      
   The dreamer was in the process of trying to correct the spelling AND explain   
   how to spell "number" to the female when the dream ended.  Clarity 8-ish.   
      
   There was another dream wherein the dreamer seemed to be in some type of hired   
   subordinate position, but for what purpose was somewhat unclear.  However, "I"   
   felt like "I" was there as a computer consultant there to assist an office   
   with some type of    
   configuration or resource allocation type issue.   
      
   One area in particular had what seemed like a small device roughly 6"x4"x2" in   
   height, slightly smaller than a lady's purse, and was apparently functioning   
   similar to a computer with multimedia capability, as there was some music in   
   the background (which    
   was *likely* a result of the Christian radio channel I have playing on my   
   window sill overnight as I sleep) but then there was a room change of some   
   sort, along with a kind of bulky-sized admiral-type guy (*probably* what that   
   queer Admiral would look    
   like minus all the queerness) and the dreamer was asking about where a piece   
   of equipment (the multimedia device just described) had gone, and the military   
   "person" said it was [classified] or in some manner outside my functional   
   parameters / job    
   definition.   
      
   Well, "I" just quipped back with, "so I'm not allowed to know the whereabouts   
   of the equipment you hired me to manage..." (that's NEARLY a direct quote, but   
   perhaps more of a paraphrase) and it was more of a statement than a question,   
   and the Admiral    
   answered (basically) "Yes."   
      
   At this point, "I" was nearly "myself" in the dream, and began explaining to   
   the military "employer" that sometimes I have trouble processing words and   
   thoughts due to my brain damage (which is a condition in real life, when away   
   from the keyboard) when    
   the dream ended.  Due to the *nearly* lucid status of the dream, I'd have to   
   give it a 9, although 8+/9- would otherwise be the case.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)