From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   Last night / this morning, the dreamer was as if walking about in an area that   
   appeared as a {familiar!} building of sorts, only the doors were the "French"   
   kind that hinge on the outer edges and open from the center.  Apparently, they   
   stayed in the "   
   naturally closed" position, and were thickly covered, as if by sound proofing   
   insulation, roughly 2' deep!  The material covering the doors was identical to   
   the material along the walls (seen as if approaching the exterior,   
   material-side of the walls /    
   French doors.)  (In "hindsight," the layout was *very similar* to the LRC   
   resource / study lab at MTSU, back when the LRC was first built, aside from   
   the thickly covered material.)   
      
   These doors / the room inside seemed as if familiar in some way, as if they'd   
   been viewed in a dream long ago (perhaps in my 20s? 30s??) Inside was   
   basically a mostly open area that was so large that any *other* walls were   
   basically "a moot point," so to    
   speak.  The area inside consisted of an array of tables, the height of what   
   one normally encounters at a local Church potluck.  They were in rows, table   
   after table, row after row, as if, what, a Father Farmer had laid them out so   
   that you could pick    
   according to harvest type?  If indeed this were an educational environment,   
   the rows of food on tables could *easily* be metaphorical "food for thought."   
      
   Along one table, a few rows over, a young kid (perhaps a young teen) seemed to   
   be playfully aiming a spray hose at the dreamer, who was thinking (possibly   
   saying aloud) something along the lines of "You'd better not!" yet the youth   
   sprayed the dreamer    
   anyways, across a distance of perhaps 20 yards or so.  And although the   
   dreamer *felt* the water hit, rather than react aggressively or defensively,   
   the dreamer simply shrugged it of much like "boys will be boys" or "kids will   
   play," etc., and for    
   whatever it's worth, the water was no longer an issue anyways.  (There was no   
   persistence of the feeling of being "wet," in other words.)   
      
   At any rate, the dreamer continued along whatever path was being traveled, as   
   if to the right, then there's something of a "perspective change" and the   
   dreamer is traveling as if walking to the left, between rows of tables, loaded   
   with various types of    
   foods.   
      
   I suppose the dreamer simply wasn't hungry, because none of the food seemed to   
   be drawing any of the dreamer's attention, other than to observe that there   
   was a LOT of food laid out.  (The absence of people thronging about the food   
   is only curious from    
   the perspective of hindsight.)   
      
   Yet as the dreamer was traveling [westward] an individual appeared, much like   
   a serious type individual who was intent upon having a discussion with the   
   dreamer.   
      
   *Rather than* get into a discussion with the individual (who appeared to be   
   possibly a Caucasian male, possibly in his 30s to 40s, with dark clothing and   
   dark (possibly dark brown) hair) the dreamer simply "floated over" the   
   individual and continued    
   traveling.  If this were to have been developed into a discussion, it *might*   
   have gone something like: "I want to have a word with you." / "No thank you."   
   (Up & over; and keep going.)   
      
   The narrative mind of the dreamer was actually a bit surprised / impressed   
   that the dreamer simply "floated over" that person (the phrase "stumbling   
   block" comes to mind) in that manner.  Clarity 9+/10- (as any dream involving   
   flying or floating    
   typically indicates a *type* of lucid dreaming / astral body projection.  10+   
   would *definitely* be lucid / as if in reality, only "truer" than reality.)   
      
   "The Encounter":   
   I'd like to take the time here to journal another dream from the night before   
   last night (if I recall correctly) wherein the dreamer seemed to be carrying a   
   manila envelope / packet of information, of nearly half a ream of paper,   
   possibly up to a whole    
   ream, but probably closer to ¾ths of a ream.  (Measurement has never fully   
   been "quite my thing" IRL, much less in dreams, but I am making some effort at   
   better guesstimating!)   
      
   While the contents of the envelope were *not specifically* understood within   
   the dream, there was the sense that they were *important* or possibly   
   "sensitive / confidential" type information, the kind one would prefer to   
   *not* have "fall into the wrong    
   hands," as it were.   
      
   So taking that earlier dream regarding the area of the "Smörgåsbord of   
   Heaven" into account, *if* that area had a storage area of sorts in which to   
   keep the food prior to preparation, the area of this dream encounter would   
   likely fit the necessary    
   description.  It was darker, as if that of a warehouse, much as like the "back   
   end" of Wal*Mart, for example, which is far less-well lit than the customer   
   area, which is brightly lit by comparison.   
      
   At any rate, the dreamer had a sense of being pursued, as if someone were   
   after the packet of information.   
      
   The dreamer went down an aisle (sort of like the aisles in a Home Depot or   
   Lowe's, but again, darker, less well-lit) and dropped the packet into a tall,   
   circular (round) wire-frame waste basket of sorts, maybe 3½+' tall, the kind   
   that could hold wadded    
   paper, but if lit, the flames would easily extend completely through and   
   around all sides of the basket.  (Fortunately, there was no fire in this   
   encounter.)   
      
   Having dropped the packet into the trash basket, the dreamer headed back   
   towards the "head of the aisle" (near the main "action alley") in order to   
   exit the area / possibly throw any pursuer off the track of the info packet.   
      
   Sure enough, at the head of the aisle, coming *from* the "action alley"   
   (that's those hall-like areas between major zones as in Wal*Mart, Lowe's, Home   
   Depot, etc.) was a figure of a possibly "nefarious" intent.  He seemed to have   
   possibly been in pursuit    
   of the packet.  However, the dreamer was there, hands empty, and simply (yet   
   loudly!) went "BAAAA!" at the suspect individual.   
      
   Now the "BAAAAH!" sound was phonetically as the "B-a-h-h-h-h" of a sheep, yet   
   without the vibrato-like sound— simply a single, long, drawn-out, soft   
   "ah"such as in "Bah! Humbug!" only about 5 times longer, as well as louder,   
   firmer in "feel" / sound.   
      
   The suspicious person seemed disinclined to engage in any type of interaction   
   or discussion, and simply departed off to the right.  End of dream.  Clarity   
   9+, yet with dim lighting.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)