From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   The Attack:   
   The first dream I can recall from last night involved a kind of a dark,   
   chase-type scene, similar to what might be seen on TV or in a movie, similar   
   to an NYC or Chicago-type setting, similar to an area that was perhaps along   
   the lines of a warehouse    
   district, yet with more of the concrete-jungle-type setting than an open feel   
   like near a shoreline.   
      
   There were possibly 2 or more individuals in pursuit of the dreamer, although   
   it was more "cat and mouse" type hide-and-seek than like all out chasing /   
   run-for-your-life-type activity.   
      
   At some point, there was a kind of "change" in the feel, that of the pursued   
   (the dreamer) becoming the defender, and one of the pursuers came into focus,   
   looking a bit like I did back in my younger adult life (20s–30s?) although   
   with more hair:  male,    
   Caucasian, dark hair, a shade on the thick side, not too long but certainly in   
   need of a hair cut, around 6' (maybe, I didn't see him standing) and possibly   
   around 190–200 lbs or so (that's from my own personal description, except   
   for the hair, which    
   was thinning by that age) but rather than in a chase/attack position, the   
   dreamer had somehow focused him into a kneeling-type position (possibly back   
   on his heels:  there was no focus below the waist line, possibly due to a   
   crate of some kind in the    
   foreground of the field of vision.)   
      
   What happened next seemed a bit unexpected yet somehow unavoidable:  the guy   
   had a knife in his hand, similar in size and shape to a Bowie (or hunting)   
   knife, and what happened next seemed more like a focus of mind than a force of   
   strength, but it was as    
   if the dreamer's dream body managed to angle the antagonist's right arm in   
   such a way as to redirect the knife at the antagonist's own throat, and then   
   shove it through.   
      
   The dream ended (clarity 8+/9-, likely due to the darkness of the setting) and   
   while I did not awaken to the point of getting out of bed, I *did* "return to   
   body" as it were, enough to feel a sense of "release of tension" as if some   
   amount of stress had    
   just *left*.   
      
   The Visit:   
   The dreamer was as a visitor, as if going to see an the family of an old   
   friend from high school, only the friend got the feeling as if the friend   
   ("DJR" for short) somehow was absent.  The dreamer could "view" DJR's room as   
   if from the outside of the    
   structure (house) yet without going inside.  Somehow, the idea of going inside   
   would have seemed a bit like trespassing, or some form of criminal entry, so   
   the dreamer was continuing to view around the outside of the house.   
      
   At one point, the dreamer came to an area similar to a breakfast / kitchen /   
   dining area, with a family table present, and the dreamer got a glimpse of   
   DJR's 3 other family members:  DJR's dad, Dr. R, who although he passed away   
   IRL many years ago, was    
   present in the dream, and looking to be in about his 50s.  I *suspect* when I   
   knew DJR and family IRL, the parents were likely in their 40s going on 50s.    
   My primary affiliation with DJR (IRL) was when he was in high school, and a   
   *little* bit in college,   
    and maybe 2 encounters after college.   
      
   At any rate, the dad had always been a man of small stature, although I   
   suspect he may have had some type of weight regimen.  He looked as if maybe he   
   could hold his own in a street fight, even though he always gave the   
   impression of keeping a tremendous    
   lid on his internal self.   
      
   DJR's mom was also of short stature, but had a head of curly, blonde hair   
   (blue eyes?) and a physique reminiscent of a Swiss hiker or Wisconsin farm   
   wife:  hefty, yet not *quite* what one would think of as "obese."  More like   
   "muscled" or simply "solid."    
    She and Dr. R were observed only a moment in the dream, as the person much   
   closer to the dreamer's perspective, was DJR's younger sister, B.  DJR was /   
   is about a year older than I am, and B. was perhaps 3(?) years younger.  And   
   while she's always    
   appeared as a pretty, young, petite clarinet player (back in the day) she   
   appeared much like that gal in the Willy Wonka (Gene Wilder) movie who swelled   
   up like a giant blueberry.  While this *may* have been based upon having   
   watched a brief clip on TV    
   last night regarding Sumo wrestlers, it may also have been based upon at least   
   one report of B. having "put on some weight" after high school.   
      
   But for whatever reason, DJR was absent from the setting, which was odd,   
   because he's the one the dreamer was there to see.   
      
   Meanwhile, IRL, DJR was last heard of as *doing time* in the Arizona penal   
   facility, reportedly for something having to do with content on his computer.    
   He *may* still be in prison.  Who knows?  Maybe I'll see if he ever got on   
   fascist-book or anything.    
    Clarity 8.  While the kitchen/dining area was "better lit" than the darker   
   exterior, still, it was as if viewing older, grainy photographs rather than   
   something clear, such as a video clip from the '70s–'90s.   
      
   The Road Trip?   
   The dreamer was in a situation similar to being on a road trip, similar in   
   feel to when a high school group would go somewhere out of town involving an   
   overnight stay somewhere, with a level of importance upon being at a   
   particular location at a precise    
   time in order to return (as if traveling by van or bus.)   
      
   All I can recall about this dream is that there was some female heading down a   
   stairway (possibly exterior, like a motel, but feeling more like an interior,   
   like a hotel) and something about a set of keys (did she have them? or did the   
   dream have to    
   return to the room to get them?) and what followed next seemed like the   
   dreamer doing [his] best to reunite with the female (who was apparently headed   
   for the group) yet the dream ended with a sense of incompleteness.  Clarity 8+.   
      
   The What???   
   The dreamer had a view of an outdoor event, *as if* in an older, Texas/Western   
   style town, wherein there was a main "street" with a row of buildings, which   
   were spaced relatively far apart, enough to "see through" between them to the   
   open area behind.   
      
   It was in that open area that there appeared to be something going on,   
   something *akin to* a "stage coach race" although it could have been any type   
   of motion-related exhibition.  No clue.  The lighting was "appropriate" for an   
   outdoor, sunny day in the    
   Old West, yet dimmer than "real life," such as a clarity 8+, although the lack   
   of any actual understanding of what was going on brings it down nearly to the   
   level of clarity 7.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)