From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   Catching up on a few dreams from earlier this week,  one dream involved the   
   dreamer as if holding a single "car seat" with a child in it in the left hand,   
   and *three* seats (all in a row) with the right hand.  The 3 acted as if one,   
   split into 3 elements,   
    *very* much like vertical blinds:  you pull a cord (or spin a hanging rod)   
   and they *all* swivel identically.   
      
   The "car seats" were of the type that are actually like tote baskets:  the   
   child is buckled into the seat, yet the seat itself may be carried apart from   
   the seat base that remains firmly installed into the back seat of a car.   
      
   So the dreamer walks into a room, carrying one in the left, and 3-of-a-kind in   
   the right, and they all swivel perfectly from "facing forward" in the   
   direction the dreamer had been traveling, (counter-clockwise?) 180° until   
   they are all 4 facing the    
   dreamer.   
      
   Dream ends, clarity 8- (not entirely well lit.  The boy/girl aspects of the   
   children were not clearly visible, although the re-telling of this *reminds*   
   me of Charles (first son, born of Helen, on the left) and the 3 born later   
   (Logan, Landon, and Alyssa,   
    born of Joyce, on the right.)   
      
   It sort of becomes a clarity 7 *narrative* of 4 kids, as they all appeared "at   
   the same age" rather than according to the real-life chronology in which they   
   "appeared" "in the real world."   
      
   Another "catch-up" dream involved the dreamer dealing with a young, blondish   
   girl, perhaps around age 7, that "smarty-age" where their brains begin to   
   really "sharpen up."  She *may* have had blue eyes.  This is of interest   
   because my eldest sister,    
   Sherry, is the only of the 5 siblings with blue eyes.  (Mom's were blue also.    
   Everyone else was/is brown-eyed or *very* close to it.)   
      
   The scene was as if someone had left the girl with the dreamer, not as a baby   
   sitter for a brief period, but as if simply "left with" the dreamer, and the   
   dreamer is as if "stuck in something of a quandary," as if "What am I supposed   
   to do with her/you    
   now?"  This moment of contemplation lasted a good second-plus in dream time,   
   possibly up to 3+ seconds, enough to allow a small flood of ideas to flow   
   through the dreamer's mind, but instead of acting on any of them, the dream   
   ended as he tried to focus    
   on something educational / constructive / productive.  (Any / all "negative" /   
   destructive ideas were simply "flowing left" thus leaving the neutral/positive   
   ideas behind, but even then, "What now?")   
      
   The reason for bringing this dream to the point of writing about it is because   
   I have a hunch that the girl *may* represent a type of meld of my eldest   
   sister (when she was that age) and possibly my (now quite elderly) mother   
   (who's 92, and *definitely*    
   in her "second childhood.")   
      
   While this dream was somewhere between clarity 7 and 8+ (it was less than   
   well-lit) it also has a bit of a follow-up with one that I had last night /   
   this morning:   
      
   2023/03/14 Tuesday:   
   There was an older female, possibly 30s, possibly 40s?  who resembled my   
   sister (Sherry, when she was at those ages) who had a ring *similar* to a   
   cocktail ring, possibly a wedding ring, something that gave the dreamer the   
   impression it had been in her    
   life / family for some time.   
      
   (I mention Sherry because, much like the previous dream, the female character   
   *may* be a type of "representation" of my elderly mother, for reasons that are   
   about to appear slightly more obvious.)   
      
   In real life, Sherry is "her own family" in that she asked to be *removed   
   from* any proceeds of Mom's will.  Nada.  She don't need none of it.  (She   
   could possibly use a good tent revival, but that's another issue, and not for   
   me or anyone else to judge.)   
     So *could* Sherry have a ring like the one in this dream?  Sure.  But I   
   suspect that is *not* the case.  I suspect the ring represents something else.   
      
   In the dream, the female is as if seated or reclining upon a bed, and looking   
   at the ring on her hand, when something like a translucent gem just *plops   
   out* of it and falls to the floor.   
      
   The gem *appeared as something like* smoky quartz, yet had the sense of being   
   valuable as a diamond.  It also had a bit of size to it as well, like maybe   
   ¼"–½" (perhaps a third of an inch?) by ¼"–½", yet rectangular in   
   shape, slightly taller than    
   its other two sides.  (*Possibly* the size of a .35 Remington (200 grain)   
   slug?)   
      
   The dreamer asked the female to remain in the bed (as I've had various   
   opportunities to hunt for small objects on the floor IRL, and pretty well know   
   how to scan for something without disturbing the area) and dropped down to   
   floor level to look for it.     
   And while it *should* have been an easy thing to spot and recover, what the   
   dreamer saw *instead* were various pills of various sizes, similar to what an   
   octogenarian / nonagenarian would have each morning with breakfast / dinner,   
   etc.    
      
   The dreamer simply returned to an upright position and began pondering whether   
   the roomba (those round, vacuuming robots that cats like to ride on) would   
   pick it up, and that its dust / collection bin would need to be *well-scanned*   
   _daily_ until the    
   stone was found.   
      
   There was also a moment of another thought (as if listening to another radio   
   station) regarding if the event had happened within a hotel room (or nursing   
   home?) of some sort, one of the maids would be likely to find it and have   
   herself a small fortune.     
   Clarity somewhere between 7 and 9-.   
      
   I *suspect* this dream is in reference to the proceeds of my mother's last   
   will and testament, which is something that *may well be addressed* at *some*   
   point in the future.  Personally, the longer she lives, the longer I have to   
   focus on "straightening    
   out" my own thought patterns, and helping others with the same.  (I'd *like*   
   to get my book-editing project finished!  I'm publishing it online in   
   sections, with the *start* of it available at: https://tinyurl.com/Q-DJ-TKC    
   —each small section "links"    
   to the next section.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)