From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   So on yesterday morning, 6/7 Tuesday, I had a dream / encounter  or two but   
   was basically too busy to get around to posting them.   
      
   The main one involved a guy who looked a bit sullen (jaundiced?) and possibly   
   "unclean," who was putting his hands all over the face of a younger Sean   
   Connery, the actor who played James Bond in the original handful of films.    
   This scene was actually a *   
   repeat* of an earlier clip earlier in the evening, but that was at around a   
   clarity 2 or 3 and mostly forgotten, so that the scene was being repeated was   
   certainly more memorable the 2nd time around!   
      
   At any rate, this "unclean" fellow had been putting his finger tips all over   
   the target's ("Bond's") face, as if sculpting with modeling clay, which   
   resulted in a NUMBER of small zones that looked a lot like bubbles, about the   
   size of a quarter each,    
   with each zone having the appearance of a whiteish oatmeal cookie, only with a   
   larger bubbled texture than that of a typical oatmeal cookie.   
      
   The dreamer, having observed these zones on the face of the target, began   
   immediately removing them, as they peeled off just like a kid's sticker.   
      
   There was some (muted) conversation as to why might that unclean fellow with   
   the fingers have been occurring?  The dreamer was remarking that the target   
   (who looked like a young Sean Connery) was carrying a device (a dark box,   
   smaller than a typical    
   siding brick, that appeared to be held in the target's left hand, hanging down   
   beside his body) referred to as a "paparazzi reader."  Whether this was meant   
   to be a defensive aid OR a device attracting the unclean was not stated, but   
   if someone is "   
   feeding" the paparazzi, that's like feeding the mentally demented minds of   
   mass shooters, thus, per Matthew 7:20, "By their fruits ye shall know them."   
      
   Half the face had been cleaned when the dream ended.   
      
   Now the reason I was rather busy yesterday was due to a scheduled (but   
   previously unforeseen) oral surgery involving the removal of an implant for   
   tooth #19 that had "gone bad."  Long story, but the end result was that when   
   the tooth and stem (it's    
   actually a screw that goes into the jaw bone) were removed, there was a glob   
   of goop "concreted" around the stem.  That just should not have been there.    
   By the time that implant was removed (yesterday) around 50–75% of my upper   
   and lower jaw bones    
   were experiencing "sympathy pains".   
      
   So the implant was removed, the area of #19 "cleaned out," and granular bone   
   (allegedly harvested from a corpse) was used to fill in the zone, which will   
   take around 6 months to graft into the rest of the jaw bone.  (Hee hee... "the   
   Mandabilian") :-)   
      
   At any rate, the dream of the unclean fellow seemed vaguely analogous to the   
   replacement of the #19 implant IRL.  I *suspect* the "Paparazzi reader" of   
   being analogous to a credit card IRL.   
      
   There were a pair of seemingly related dreams regarding pizza as well,   
   although the notes I scribbled on the newspaper yesterday proved   
   indecipherable this morning, so just count them both as "evaporated." :-)   
      
   On to last night's / this morning's dream regarding a "Bond girl"—   
      
   There were two people, the dreamer and a guy, roughly in his 30s, medium   
   build, medium height, maybe *just* starting to show the heavier side of his   
   30s than the leaner side of his 20s.   
      
   While the "gender" of the dreamer was never clarified, "male" is the assumed   
   role, but again, there was no actual evidence of this *other* than the   
   dreamer's voice, that sounded very close to that in my own mind, so again, it   
   appears to be leaning toward    
   male on this one— especially with respect to what was about to take place,   
   although there have been female techies in bomb disposal roles, but mostly on   
   television and in *maybe* in the military.  But to continue:   
      
   The dreamer and the guy were in an open area (no noticeable walls) *similar*   
   in feel to the front parking lot at Grace Lutheran Church (on E. Clark, 37130,   
   IRL) with a table (perhaps?) with a device on it, similar to a laptop, but   
   more like a briefcase.     
   As there was no alarm to begin with, it then became known that the device   
   *may* have been a bomb, with an possible timer, and if it did have a timer,   
   the amount of time was unknown as well.   
      
   Certainly, the initial response was to "flee" the area, but the dreamer sat   
   down with the device, opened it up somehow, and gave half of it to the guy and   
   kept half for himself, the idea being that between the two of them, the   
   chances of finding any    
   possible device and possibly disarming it were doubled, and the risk of injury   
   to anyone was cut in half (as the guy could distance his portion from the   
   dreamer.)   
      
   There was a bit of balk regarding the plan, but the guy apparently realized   
   that if the dreamer was going to do it, he would also, and they both began   
   working on their respective halves:  the dreamer toward the west end of the   
   area, facing south, the guy    
   on the east end, facing perhaps southwest.   
      
   The half the guy took seemed more like the motherboard and other digital   
   components, while the half the dreamer had was more along the lines of the   
   shell and possible power connections (for a battery, from the AC converter,   
   what have you.  It was a    
   device in a dream and other than these *rough*  descriptions, really didn't   
   look much like anything on today's or yesteryear's market.)   
      
   While the dreamer sat analyzing his half, there seemed to be some interaction   
   with a rather attractive, blonde female with medium-length hair (at or about   
   or maybe slightly past her shoulders) and a body / personality that *both*   
   seemed (in retrospect)    
   to be a tad up from Denise Richards (a former Bond girl in a movie IRL.)   
   —Whereas I personally know *nothing* of Denise IRL, in the ("real life")   
   Bond film, although she played a nuclear scientist ("Christmas Jones") she   
   *seemed* ditsy.  The blonde in    
   the dream, while no nuclear scientist, seemed to be mentally acute in addition   
   to being exceptionally, physically attractive, with that "let's procreate"   
   *pull* to her body.  (NOTE:  I JUST looked up Denise Richards in an online   
   search, and guess what?     
   She was pictured having long, blondish hair!  Maybe that "ditsy" effect simply   
   reflects her acting "skill."  She's a lot better known for her amazing, "hot"   
   body!)   
      
      
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