From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   I know: typically, I change subject lines every 5 days (on the 5th, 10th...   
   20th, 25th) and sometimes append the 30th or 31st to the 25th end-of-month   
   batch.   
      
   However, I've been noting a *general change* in the overall "clarity" of   
   *most* (memorable) dreams, on average, being of a kind of 10 level, only as if   
   *on a different plane of reality.*  And yes, I know that sounds basically "woo   
   woo" as some folk call    
   it, but it's a bit like that visit (dream) the other day of a trip to hell to   
   see my soul (or some such event.  I'm still basically trying to "understand"   
   what that was all about.)   
      
   In other words, the general *overall quality* of the dreams I've been having   
   lately have been more like scenes I simply wake up from, *as if* they were   
   placed I'd simply left in order to return to the waking world.  That's not to   
   say they've been perfect    
   tens, indistinguishable from real life, but it's like they're "~10" (alternate   
   10s) so that's what this next one (that I'm about to write about) will be   
   counted:  Clarity ~10.   
      
   All that having been said, a *bit* of the intro to this dream (event) has   
   already evaporated / was barely clear to begin with, but it was as if there   
   was some type of backstory, that in some way the dreamer had helped some   
   (practically forgotten)    
   individual "in the past" and had gone on about (his) business, as if, "Oh   
   well, task done, on to the next" and that's likely why the backstory is mostly   
   "forgotten," as it were.   
      
   All that I (or "the dreamer") can recall is that the person / character /   
   entity that will be featured in a moment needed some significant assistance,   
   what one might call "life changing help" in the way that, having shared with /   
   helped that other    
   individual had (what's sometimes referred to in today's culture as) "done him   
   a solid."   
      
   So the dream picks up with the dreamer entering a place with a type of   
   restaurant-like feel to it, possibly like a mom & pop type deli, rather than a   
   corporate fast-food joint (like a Burger King or McDonald's, Wendy's, Chic   
   Filet, etc.) and the dreamer *   
   felt* **hunger** (which is something I'd not felt in a dream before, not that   
   I can ever remember) and was making some type of off-hand remark to someone   
   (on the dreamer's left, but unobserved during this sequence) along the lines   
   of "I'm starving" / "   
   hungry!" etc., to which there was a *rather quiet* reply, *something* along   
   the lines of "then we need to go over here"... (somehow the sense of further   
   left was indicated, as if to go stand in a line in order to order something.)   
      
   However, *before that individual could finish the sentence,* a guy comes up to   
   wherever the dreamer was (as if near a counter or a table?) and sets down   
   before the dreamer a kind of cake stand (like what you might see as a desert   
   platter at a Waffle    
   House) that was basically of a clear (acrylic?) substance.  Think of stemware,   
   like a goblet, with a round, flat base of about 8"–10" in diameter, going up   
   at least another 6"–10", with a flat, round top (with maybe a 1' diameter)   
   with a number of    
   items stacked on it, arranged like one might place a half-dozen *large*-sized   
   brownies.   
      
   Only these weren't "brownies" as one might normally think of a brownie—   
   these were practically carbon black in  appearance (and possibly texture!) and   
   formed in the shape of guns, looking a bit like the Mauser and/or the Walther   
   P38 (they both have the    
   same, basic appearance / shape, especially in the baked form of a brownie.)   
      
   They were stacked up, perhaps 3 or 4 stacks high, with about 3 or 4 "brownies"   
   on each layer.   
      
   As I said, the dreamer was *hungry,* so he (I) just took one and began   
   munching on it.   
      
   There was a *tiny* bit of a question / answer as if from whomever was at the   
   left, along the lines of "don't you need to pay for that?" yet there was   
   *also* a sense of understanding, as if the guy who'd produced the plate had   
   said (although it wasn't    
   clearly heard) something like, "No charge, no question.  He did [something]   
   that changed my life, the least I can do in return is feed him (as he fed me.)"   
      
   Again, there wasn't anything "heard" as in a verbal discussion.  It was   
   perhaps closer to "mental telepathy" where one "gets the idea" rather than   
   "hears specific words in a sentence."  Like, "the thought 'heard' was [X]" and   
   it was as if that thought [X]   
    were a single moment.   
      
   At any rate, the dreamer did indeed take a "brownie" (and yes, I'm aware   
   there's a gun called "The Mossberg Brownie," wikipedia.org/wiki/   
   ossberg_Brownie ) (the dreamer was right-handed) and also a hungry bite out of   
   whatever type "food" had been    
   presented, and began to eat / chew it.   
      
   If you've ever had a "stale" brownie before, or brownies at various stages of   
   drying out, consider there's a gradual shift from "moist & chewy" to "dry and   
   hard as a brick."  Oftentimes, there's a point in-between where they're   
   delightfully crunchy.     
   That was what this dream-brownie was like, however, it was *practically*   
   tasteless.  It was while the dreamer was attempting to focus on the taste (as   
   to what kind of taste *was* it?) when the dream ended, even before the dreamer   
   even got to take a    
   swallow.   
      
   Regardless, upon waking, a passage from the Gospel came to mind—   
   biblehub.com/john/6-27.htm “...Do not work for food that perishes, but for   
   food that endures to eternal life, which the Son of Man will give you.  For on   
   Him God the Father has placed    
   His seal of approval.” (Well, actually, I was thinking of: bib   
   ehub.com/john/4-32.htm — But He told them, “I have food to eat that you   
   know nothing about.”)   
      
   This all culminates with: biblehub.com/matthew/15-11.htm — A man is not   
   defiled by what enters his mouth, but by what comes out of it.   
      
   So I have little concern over what *may* have been eaten (chewed on) in the   
   dream, but am more focused on what may come as a result from it.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)