From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   Picking up with a dream from the previous night/day (Friday/Saturday) I had a   
   brief dream that I was holding (and feeling, with my fingertips!) my other's   
   "Amazon Fire tablet" (I would never recommend one of those to *anyone!*) where   
   someone (possibly    
   myself?!?) had dropped it and the upper (left?) section of the glass screen   
   was fractured, practically "shattered" as those things sometimes get.  With   
   tablets, you *might* get lucky and just have a single crack line running   
   through the glass, or    
   sometimes a few cracks, like a spider-web look, but if things go *just the   
   wrong way* it can "shatter" like a frosty window.  That's a bit like what the   
   corner of this thing was like, and I was feeling a mix of "oh no" / "oh Lord"   
   / "oh hell" (etc.)    
   along with a sense of dread regarding sharing that news with my mother (who's   
   about to turn 93 in about a week!)  While the "clarity" of the dream was right   
   at around a 10, I had practically forgotten about it until some time yesterday   
   when I saw Mom    
   with her tablet and remembered the dream, then feeling an interesting wave of   
   relief that her tablet was OK. :-)   
      
   Last night / this morning, I dreamt my father (looking about in his 30s /   
   40s?) went to the cabinet to the left of the fridge and the cupboard was full   
   of thermos bottles / containers (like what you take on a boat trip or   
   afternoon hiking, or an outdoors    
   work job (for lunch) etc.) and I (the dreamer) was thinking *something* along   
   the lines of "Cool!  I was unaware of all those containers up there."   
      
   "Dad" took one down (with a maybe 5" diameter?) and opened the top (it was a   
   screw-off lid that had the same circumference of the container) and emptied it   
   as he poured out a bowl of milk and handed it towards "me" (the dreamer.)  I   
   can recall some of    
   the thought narrative along the lines of that milk, although it poured nicely,   
   would certainly be at least questionable as to whether it was still safe to   
   drink, or to throw it out.  Regardless, the dreamer never touched the bowl,   
   and the dream ended    
   before anything was actually done about / to / with the bowl of milk.  Clarity   
   9+.  (It never occurred to me that my father passed back in 2006.)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)