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|    Richard Silk to All    |
|    2022/10/11 Tuesday: Playing with the Che    |
|    11 Oct 22 08:06:59    |
      From: dicksilk@gmail.com              Playing with the Cherubim?              The dreamer had gone into a classroom on a second floor (possibly 3rd?       *definitely* above the ground floor) and was seated near the back right on the       back row (there were at least 2, maybe 3 rows ahead of where the dreamer       sat.) There was at least one        other seat to the dreamer's right, and it was occupied by Candace Owens, which       somewhat surprised the dreamer to see her there.              The class itself was apparently some gathering of students of night classes at       the school, and there was a list of names being called out (apparently in last       name alphabetical order) of those whose classes had been reassigned (likely       for a time or date        change, or improper registration, class cancellation, you name it) and if the       person's name had been called, one was to get up and go get one's new       assignment.              So while "the roll was being called up yonder," so to speak, the dreamer       leaned over to Candace to ask what her class was in, and she showed him       something like a card with "Television and Broadcasting" neatly typed on it.        The actual text was a bit more        involved, but "Television" was clearly visible, almost as if the letters       themselves were illuminated. The dreamer was contemplating asking her,       provided he'd not been reassigned, if he could possibly sit in with her and       "monitor" her class, as the field        seemed interesting, but he never actually asked her this in the dream, but       merely contemplated asking her about it.              At any rate, some students (people, not necessarily of a specific age, but       even so, the dreamer didn't feel "out of place," as my personally being 61 at       the time of this writing would feel slightly awkward in a room of college age       students) began exiting,        not by the door, but by a window along the wall to the right behind the       dreamer (where a door would normally have been in the back right of the room,       with respect to how the chair-desks were facing.)              Candace had gotten up to leave, even though the dreamer had not heard her name       being called, thus dreamer had (as well as heard) some idea that perhaps as       the names were being called alphabetically, if one's name were skipped, one       could simply leave.        The list of names had apparently passed beyond the dreamer's last name (mine       is obviously "Silk" in real life (IRL) but the dreamer was not specifically       listening for that specific name) and as Candace had just "left the building"       via that "rear window,"        the dreamer wanted to try to "catch up with her" to discuss the possibility of       "sitting in on" her course of study (Television & Broadcasting) so he went to       the rear window to exit as well (*facing* the wall from inside the room, this       would have been on        the far left of the wall, exiting to the courtyard outside and about 20'–40'       (?) below) to find that the way to the courtyard / ground floor was       constructed of a kind of slide, about 18" to 2½' wide, slightly bluish-gray       in color, *maybe* of ½"        thickness, with 1" side rails coming up on either side, and although it was       primarily a gentle curve, outward and downward to the right, there was also a       short left curve about half-way down that apparently dumped into thin air, as       if a person sliding        down deliberately chose to make a left turn at that point would've exited into       thin air, halfway between the upper room and the ground floor.              Regardless, the dreamer was hoping to catch up with Candace for a chat just to       see what the possibilities (if any) might involve, but there were these (two       or three) small children (possibly barely older than toddlers, wearing only       diapers?) at work *       dismantling* the slide as if it were made of large, perfectly interlocking       plastic puzzle pieces (such that the slide appeared perfectly solid,       otherwise) *starting from just outside the window* as if gravity were not any       kind of concept, and in fact,        the idea of gravity never even entered the dreamer's mind, just that the slide       was being dismantled, and the dreamer wanted to get down to the ground before       too much of it had been removed.              One of the "cherubim" (what else could they have been?) was taking the pieces       apart and handing them to the other. (While it's unclear as to where the 3rd       was located, I *think* s/he/it may have been near the bottom, sort of as a       helper for those coming        off the slide, if necessary.) Again, remember, this disassembly process was       taking place *outside* the wall of the upper floor window, and *without* the       benefit of any type of scaffolding.              The dreamer recognized that there was a small enough gap that it was possible       to simply maneuver over the gap and get onto the slide, and enjoyed the slide       down to the ground.              Upon landing, there was that childhood pleasure from sliding that prompted the       dreamer to say aloud (possibly to a cherubim at the ground level) "That was       fun! It's been a long time since I've enjoyed a good slide!" and even started       back toward the        building, as if to get another slide in before moving on, *except* that there       was no door— only a solid, white wall.              This sudden development-realization (of there being no entrance back into the       upper room) was so unexpected that the dreamer actually stopped in place (and       I awoke.) Clarity 9+/10- (The only thing really different from "real life"       and the dream itself,        aside from the cherubim working outside the 2nd floor without scaffolding, is       that I awoke from the dream.)              Now this is being written in the early mid-morning, between ~9:30 AM and the       time of posting, so whether or not this has anything to do with what may occur       later in the day is as of yet unknown / has yet to come to pass.              However, IF this is an analogy-type dream (which seems *very* likely) of all       that has occurred in my life to date, played out as a brief 30 second dream       (if that much— Maybe 10–15 seconds?) then there is a LOT of room for       analysis, such as the        concept of [as above so below] with the opportunity to *change* one's plans       "while above" or even on the way down, via that left turn in the slide that       curved directly out into mid air (which possibly indicated marriage???)              The "cherubim" could simply represent some of the choices one has made in       one's *early* life along the way.                     [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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