From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   On Monday, September 19, 2022 at 8:47:55 AM UTC-5, sandy$ wrote:   
      
   > Do you think your dream about Richard Gere would [have] been different if   
   the actor had been a beautiful woman?    
   > Sandy$   
      
   Yes, clearly.  Female differs from male.   
      
   There was an astral-journey-type dream (back some decades ago, I'm *fairly*   
   certain I posted it in alt.dreams, probably back during the AOL era!—   
   somewhere between 1985 and 1990, between ages 24 and 29) wherein the   
   directional "pull" of the line of    
   travel had the dreamer as if on a broomstick as if traveling at a low rate of   
   speed, perhaps at or -barely faster- than walking speed, very possibly slower   
   than normal walking speed, yet perfectly straight, perfectly smooth, through   
   the inside (VERY    
   large hall) of a castle.   
      
   The travel had begun at a faster rate of speed, wherein the dreamer was as if   
   a gargoyle of some sort, with another gargoyle-like character riding behind,   
   as in the style of two people on a motorcycle (or two witches on a broomstick,   
   duh!)  The front    
   character had a greenish "skin" tone, while the rear character was somewhat   
   more yellowish-brownish in color.   
      
   (May as well completely retell what I can remember of it—)    
      
   This whole sequence began when a rather dark hand was seen (in a dream) coming   
   up from the ground, as if to offer help.  The dreamer said, "Take me to the   
   home of..." (Gina's first husband's first nickname and last surname.)   
      
   The dreamer then took the dark hand (that was *thinly* outlined in light, by   
   the way) *literally* "by the hand" and the hand began a "pull" which led the   
   mind of the dreamer through a number of scenes which we'll skip here for the   
   sake of brevity (as    
   they figuratively depicted a *number* of scenes of the life that was to come   
   for myself, with one scene regarding my (then future) son Charles, and my   
   (even further then-future) 3 children from Joyce.)   
      
   Eventually, the *same pull* led into the scene with the two characters on a   
   broomstick:   
      
   The outside setting was as if at night (rather bluish-dark but the silhouette   
   of a castle much like Hogwarts, only with a creepy feeling, was darker than   
   the nighttime sky surrounding the castle) and the two characters were flying   
   as if over a rampart /    
   battlement / wall, into an outer courtyard, then right into the main   
   (entrance?) hall, at which the broom was flying slow and straight, whereas   
   back outside, it had been in something of an arc curve or possibly a   
   descending angle (hard to remember all    
   the details that far back.)  The inside of the large hall seemed lit as if by   
   candle flame / lamps at various locations about the hallway, with a grand   
   fireplace along a wall, off to the right, up ahead.   
      
   The reason I'm repeating this story is because of the parallel of having heard   
   someone speak my name within a dream....   
      
   At any rate, the two characters are on the broomstick, low and slow (as if the   
   feet were maybe 2' or 3' above the stone-paved floor?) when spotted off to the   
   right (at about 1 or 2 o'clock, as the angle was reducing toward 3 o'clock, as   
   the broom was    
   traveling toward 12 o'clock) at about 15 to 20 yards away was a dingy (not   
   shiny, not rusty) full suit of armor, facing the 6 o'clock direction, standing   
   as if against a wall, where the room expanded out a bit wider than the main   
   hall.   
      
   There was a moment of activity when the suit of armor became animated, and the   
   visor went up (or was no longer visible) and the guy *inside* the armor was   
   clearly identified as myself, back when I wore glasses (pre-LASIK in 2001)   
   which became obvious as    
   the guy in the suit of armor took at least one, maybe two steps forward, then   
   executed as fast a right turn as someone could, wearing a suit like that, and   
   there was a look of recognition and surprise / delight / (friendship/love?) on   
   his face.   
      
   What happened next is a bit awkward to write about, but the focus of the   
   dreamer became very "first person" in the mind of the character in the front   
   position on the broomstick.  As the two characters continued to move forward,   
   the broomstick became like    
   the phallus of the character in the rear, and also became an immediately   
   annoying presence in the "rear" of the front character.   
      
   In an annoyed voice, the front character said (as the "dreamer" said) in a   
   nearly muted volume, "Get your dick out of my a$$hole."   
      
   The response from behind was as a question, as if from a position of   
   ignorance, possibly from simply not having heard the dreamer clearly, "What   
   did you say?"   
      
   "I said, 'GET your *dick* OUT of my A$$HOLE'!" — at which point the dreamer   
   / front character made a *rapid* counter-clockwise 180° turn (an "about   
   face," turning to the left) with the right arm extended, though aimed   
   downward, at about ~35° below    
   level, at which point the dreamer's hand came into contact with the phallic   
   presence of the character to the rear, at which at that *exact* moment was   
   heard only one name:  "Richard"—   
      
   In the hearing of that name, there was only the sound present within the   
   darkness, as all dream scenery was gone.  Just the sound of the name, in the   
   mind of the sleeper-dreamer as the scene ended, as I returned to the waking   
   state.   
      
   That entire scene had a unique clarity, clearly 7 symbolically, yet absolutely   
   clear as a 10, as if the two characters on the broomstick were "real" within   
   their own realm / setting  / "dream-verse" of the "multiverse" of "Reality."   
      
   Just as a follow-up to that dream event, Charles was born in 1992, and the   
   divorce from Helen was *finally* final in March of '95, whereupon I   
   immediately set out with Charles to find Gina in Canada to propose to her.    
      
   That in itself is an *interesting* story, but the relevance to the dream is   
   that after I actually proposed to her, *in front of witnesses* AND *in front   
   of her husband,* the "battle in my mind" of hearing his name all the time   
   finally ended.  The name "   
   Richard" was then (and is) foremost in my own mind.  I consider this a   
   distinguishing feature of "sanity" / mental health.   
      
   That Gina eventually divorced "Guido" (my nickname for him) at some point   
   later became a *major* "victory" in the annals of my lifetime.   
      
   Now all she need do now is divorce "Ray," her 2nd Canadian husband (if she   
   hasn't done so already) so that she can marry me.  But that's a future that   
   has yet to come to full fruition.   
      
      
   [continued in next message]   
      
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