From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   Last Monday (8/15) Mom took a fall and snapped her arm bone.  Not gonna make a   
   big drama over it, but just wanted to note this as a type of personal entry /   
   journal memo.   
      
   This morning (8/17) I had a rather curious dream experience directly before   
   waking (around 6 AM?  I'd fallen asleep on the couch, and got up around 4 AM   
   to "get to bed," so I *think* this occurred prior to getting back up again at   
   6):   
      
   The dreamer (in this case, me, myself, and I) was enjoying a moment with my   
   son Charles (possibly Logan? those two are VERY similar at a young age! —   
   although I'm *fairly* certain this was Charles!) as in a scenario where he was   
   just a tot, maybe 3 or    
   4? and being cuddly/snuggly, that father/son warmth of total happiness for no   
   apparent reason.  This lasted all of 2 or 3 seconds before I ("the dreamer")   
   began to observe an internal question related to his age— then the dream   
   ended.  There was no    
   scenic detail, other than just a close-in view of the young tot in my arms,   
   possibly with a white background, but it wasn't actually "seen," or   
   "observed," per se.  Clarity ❤️.   
      
   I was, to some extent, "let down" a bit upon waking, even though I was   
   thankful for the moment(s) just shared.  I suppose one could say "let down" in   
   the sense that, after cuddling with one's baby boy, sure, reality of the   
   physical world is a bit of a "   
   lesser plane of existence," so to speak.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)