From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   Had this *peculiar* (clarity 7, but *well lit!*) dream regarding the "1st   
   Person Perspective of the dreamer" (as if in a 1st person perspective video   
   game) encountering a small, black (solid-like) rectangular block, roughly 6"   
   (length, or heighth) x 4" (   
   width) x 2" (thick.)   
      
   In the bottom center of the block was a slot with a peculiar shape.  And   
   although this is likely something "resonant to" the main topic (perhaps like a   
   "me too" type of "echo") there *seemed* to be a slightly smaller block,   
   similar in size, shape and    
   composition to the main block, but the main focus was all about the main block.   
      
   The dreamer was also aware of a sword, with a blade of perhaps 3' (?) (maybe   
   more, as the sword was of less importance or curiosity than the block(s)) and   
   there *may* have been a *hint* of an echo of a smaller blade, such as a dagger   
   or long-bladed knife,   
    somewhat like a "smaller version" of the main sword.   
      
   The idea seemed to be that the (main) sword "fit" the slot in the (main)   
   block, so the dreamer slid the sword into the block just to see if this were   
   somehow meant to mean anything.   
      
   There was a type of (sub-echo of) a thought regarding the smaller blade   
   possibly fitting the smaller block, and there *may* have been some action   
   involving seeing if the main sword would fit the smaller block, but that's   
   *really unclear,* as if the    
   dreamer *may* have been contemplating it, yet *may not* have actually done   
   anything about it—  Sort of like "forming mental pictures in one's mind" as   
   one thinks about an idea.   
      
   At any rate, I have the impression that the sword *may* have been withdrawn /   
   left "unsheathed" as it were.   
      
   And while that's the "end of dream," it was followed by my morning routine   
   being *slightly* preempted by my elderly mother getting up earlier than usual   
   (by about an hour) this morning, and informing me of having (basically) blood   
   in the toilet, as if    
   bowel-related rather than hemorrhoidal in nature, along with the suspicion   
   that "this may be the beginning of the end," which certainly put me on a bit   
   of an alert, although I had the distinct impression that "this too will pass,"   
   that it was nothing to    
   be utterly alarmed about (that her overall health would be unaffected, as if   
   it were a one-time thing.)   
      
   Apparently her doctor's office agreed with that assessment in a follow-up   
   consult.   
      
   Apparently, this last "dream before waking" was enough to basically drive all   
   the other (minor) dreams from before to the point of evaporation.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)