From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   "THE" Anniversary:   
      
   42 years ago (this evening) was the night I visited Gina Leigh White in her   
   dorm room on the 7th floor of Corlew Hall (High Rise West) at MTSU and   
   unexpectedly changed the overall course of my life.  It was the night I made a   
   silent prayer thanking God    
   for the woman who would bear my children.  Little did I know how *that* would   
   turn out.  (Perhaps I should've been more specific?)  IRL, things went all   
   *sorts* of "sideways" the next day, Friday the 16th, 1981.   
      
   In 1991, I somehow managed to impregnate a *different* female (HBHS) born on   
   this date (10/15) in 1960, who'd had a tubal ligation some 10 years   
   previously.  On January 8th of '92, she (Helen) gave birth to my son Charles   
   Joseph Howard Silk.   
      
   In 2006, on 9/23, another woman (JAT) *also* born on this date (10/15) in   
   1987, gave birth to my son, Logan Grant Vining Silk.  (Two more children,   
   Logan Grant Thomson Silk and Alyssa Faith Silk, would be born in Feb '08 and   
   Jan '09.)   
      
   So those are some of the "real life" factors in my life.   
      
   As to the dreams from last night/this morning, well, those are "up for debate"   
   (discussion, at least):   
      
   The group meal:   
      
   There was a kind of banquet hall, only more like a utilitarian large room   
   being used to serve food.  There was a clear serving dish, about 13x9x2 (3 QT,   
   although possibly smaller) that had what looked like (literally) half of its   
   contents still in the    
   dish, in the form of a rectangular block of caramel-looking flan (I think   
   that's what you call it.) The dreamer had a "desire" of the type of [I'd   
   really like to take that home, even though I feel like it's not my   
   contribution to the pot luck] when    
   someone (like a lady from the event? maybe in her 30s/40s?) handed the dish to   
   "me" (the dreamer) as if to say [Here, take it] (per Matthew 7:7.)  The dream   
   ended as the dreamer was walking off with the dish of flan-like food.  Clarity   
   9-   
      
   The next dream was like a journey of sorts along East Main Street in   
   Murfreesboro, although the street in the dream appeared and felt more like a   
   block north of Main, possibly E. College Street, only it had the economic feel   
   to it of E. Vine Street,    
   something like [on the other (south) side of the tracks] except in the   
   Murfreesboro analogy, E. Vine is on the south side of E. Main.  So the dreamer   
   *felt* like the northern street, but it *appeared* similar to the southern   
   street (IRL) with *all* the    
   streets (both IRL *and* in the dream) running east-west.   
      
   At any rate, the dreamer was traveling along, looking at what seemed like   
   familiar, older buildings, especially one that looked like it may have been a   
   person's (white siding) home also being used as a small, likely unlicensed,   
   neighborhood barber shop /    
   beauty salon for the locals, near what would analogously (used to) be S. TN   
   Blvd. IRL.   
      
   The dreamer kept on heading west (toward the center of town) where another   
   building was encountered, only this one was like a larger business.  At this   
   point the dreamer began "floating" / flying around the interior of the   
   building, as if to get a "bird'   
   s-eye view" from above.  At one point, if I recall the dream correctly   
   (there's been *some* amount of evaporation as this was *before* 6:30 AM waking   
   time) the dreamer even may have been skirting *above* the topside of the   
   building, seeking a way back *   
   in* to the building, whereupon the dreamer was again floating about the inside   
   of a room / corridor when a guy in about his mid-30s to mid-40s came walking   
   along the hallway / floor, and the dreamer had to pull a quick hop _∩_ over   
   the guy's head and    
   back down, as if water were simply flowing over a rock in a stream (although   
   with a tad bit more clearance.)   
      
   From this point, the dreamer was as if aware of a train (like an El or subway,   
   or even an airport shuttle) just to the north of where the dreamer was   
   located, as if the building itself may have also served as something akin to a   
   bus terminal.   
      
   The dreamer made it *into* a "car" and the thing *took off!*  Not *exactly*   
   flying as one might in a 3-dimensional-travel craft, like an airplane, but   
   perhaps the fastest the dreamer has ever been before on the inside of a   
   vehicle within a land-based    
   dream! ("Land-based" as in near-surface, say, under roof-top level of   
   single-story homes.  There has been at least one, perhaps two dreams I can   
   recall wherein super-speeds were involved.)  As the (train) car / vehicle was   
   traveling northward, it's    
   altitude relative to the outside terrain was *barely* above the tree tops.  In   
   fact, it may have actually been traveling *upon* the tree tops in some sense,   
   as the ride was *not* perfectly smooth, but instead "bumpy" as if one were   
   sliding at around 80–   
   100 mph over the tops of the trees.  The vibration was *noticeable,* though   
   *nowhere near* as loud as going down the interstate in a Dodge/Jeep with a   
   removable type top—  the dream-ride was *possibly* as loud as a stagecoach   
   in the old west, but much,    
   *much* faster.   
      
   And while the dreamer was slightly fascinated by the speed and experience and   
   so forth, the dream simply ended, seemingly with no resolution.   
      
   I got up (IRL) and let the dog out for a brief stretch, then returned back to   
   bed, primarily for the purpose of considering how to plan the rest of my day,   
   but soon dropped right back off into sleep.   
      
   The next scene/sequence involved the dreamer examining a room (house?) full of   
   "stuff."  IRL, one of my domestic partners once observed aloud how I always   
   referred to her junk *as* "junk" and my stuff as "stuff"—  Well, that was   
   fairly accurate    
   observation, all-in-all, but to continue:  There was this sense within the   
   dream that the contents of the room/abode needed to be "moved out" for   
   whatever reason, with that very dreadful, *empty* feeling of having to   
   completely move one's residence /    
   relocate, without any sense of "moving up" or "into" something of equal or   
   better status.   
      
   The dreamer had one hand/armful of stuff, and exited the building, where there   
   was a sense of "How am I going to get all of this into [this limited size]   
   vehicle?"   
      
      
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