From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   So at some point late last evening, Mom suddenly "felt a lot better" and, as   
   she and I'd discussed after the first Sunday, we'd realized we'd both   
   forgotten to get her up for the "first Sunday of the month" (which she usually   
   attends) and realized that    
   the following Sunday was the start of Daylight Saving Time (DST) so she'd   
   likely *not* feel like going that day, but had planned for her to possibly go   
   *this* Sunday (later this morning.)   
      
   Of course, with her medical issue from last week having triggered her comment,   
   "This is the beginning of the end," it was doubtful she'd be ready to go this   
   morning, but Surprise! Surprise! — When I got up around (perhaps before)   
   7:30 AM, I noticed the    
   light was on in her personal bathroom, so I called out, "Do you feel like   
   going to Church this morning?"   
      
   As she did not have in her hearing aids, she stuck her head out of the   
   bathroom and simply replied, "I'm going to Church with you this morning," as I   
   noticed her hair up in curlers or something (a curling iron?) so I began my   
   daily morning routine, only    
   to notice there was a *very light* dusting of snow outside.   
      
   This was gonna be good— I could hear it now, "I went to Church at age 93 in   
   the snow!" :-)  Either way, it's nice to see and hear her back up and running   
   again (figuratively speaking— she uses a walker to get around, mostly at my   
   insistence, to help    
   prevent her from falling at random moments.)   
      
   At any rate, there was a peculiar dream sequence, that *sort of* makes a bit   
   more sense, as Mom was something of a very spirited golfer "back in the day."    
   (I sincerely doubt she ever "golfed her age"— questionable even on just 9   
   holes!— but she did    
   enjoy the exercise, etc.)   
      
   So the dreamer was in something like a Wal*Mart, although slightly different:    
   there were gadgets (check out devices?  scanning devices?— *something*   
   related to infrastructure of the store) at poles throughout the main shopping   
   floor area.   
      
   Side note:  last night, we watched a DVR (recorded) episode of the TV series,   
   "Psych," entitled: "Poker?  I don't even know her!" (S1.E14, imd   
   .com/title/tt0957838/?ref_=ttep_ep14) in which a poker player is cheating, by   
   using a dealer chick with    
   ultraviolet dye smeared on her hair band, and she touches the face cards   
   during the spread before shuffling, so as to give the cheater with yellow   
   colored (blue blocker) glasses an advantage.   
      
   At any rate, in last night's / this morning's dream, there was a substance   
   (the UV dye) that had been being used throughout the store at various places,   
   and there's a feeling that it's somehow being used for either A) shoplifting,   
   or B) shoplifting    
   control, however, the dreamer dips (his?) finger into some dye and writes   
   (either "I" or "WE"— I was having trouble recalling this precisely even   
   right after the dream) "WE SEE YOU" on one of the gadgets on one of the posts.   
      
   Then there's a cut to what feels like a *related* dream but with much   
   different variables:  it's still an "employee" type dream, where the dreamer   
   is employed by a larger company, such as a pizza delivery chain (such as   
   Domino's or Pizza Hut, etc.)   
      
   The dreamer finds himself (?) in a bit of a wooded area, not thickly   
   over-gown, yet not sparsely populated.  There's like a tree every 3 or 4 feet   
   apart, yet there are spaces where there is ground upon which to walk, animals   
   can run, burrow, etc.   
      
   The dreamer is holding a branch of wood, perhaps between 3'–4' or so, and   
   swinging it *like* a golf club, at small chunks of wood (maybe 2" cubed?) on   
   the ground, much as how a kid with a stick might swing at rocks, just for fun.   
      
   The ability of the dreamer to connect the stick with the wood (in golf, the   
   club with the ball) was pretty gnarly (in a rough manner, nothing at all to   
   brag about in any way, shape or form.)  Yet the dreamer *also* paused to   
   reflect upon the poor quality    
   of the action, and mentally thought to improve the swing, so that rather than   
   to hack at it like a firefighter or something, to instead take a nice, full,   
   back-swing and focus the gaze upon the ball as the stick made a follow-through.   
      
   There was a *slight* thought of Tiger Woods as something of a mental image to   
   keep in mind, during the swing, and sure enough, the stick hit one chunk and   
   sent it flying out of the picture (the setting of the dreamscape.)   
      
   There was also some activity, as if some young adult female (old enough to   
   work at a pizza joint) came up to the dreamer and indicated that there were   
   others waiting for (him, the dreamer) so (he) needed to come on.  As in, you   
   need to come *now,* but    
   not in any kind of demanding manner— It was just a self-evident observation.   
      
   And so the dreamer came running out of the woods, only rather than carrying a   
   plain stick, the dreamer was carrying something (in (his) left hand) more like   
   a *branch* (with branches!) as if from either a branch that had shed its   
   leaves for the winter,    
   or possibly fallen off the tree as the lower branches tend to self-prune (as   
   they do in nature.)   
      
   It was about 4' in length, but the end was well branched out, and the dreamer   
   apparently just dropped it as it was simply a branch anyways, and while   
   running towards the car, did a kind of *leap-jump* over a type of border wall.   
      
   The wall was about 2½'–3' tall, and although at my present age (62) such a   
   feat would likely *not* be attempted (except perhaps in a dire emergency) it   
   was something my younger self could do *with ease,* and the dreamer did so as   
   well—   
   just stride-stride-stride- -over- -stride-stride-stride, at the car.   
      
   A bit of "real life interruption" to note:  when I started writing this, it   
   was closer to 7:30 AM, yet that part ended with the last sentence that   
   mentioned "Pizza Hut" and picked up *after* Church and some errands and lunch,   
   etc., so it's now 2:12 PM (   
   CDT) and there's a bit of "convergence/evaporation/confusion" as to what   
   happened following the return to the car, from the wooded area with the branch.   
      
   What I'd *like* to share is some half-forgotten element, as if the dreamer may   
   have been talking with people at or around the car.  One of the people   
   standing in the conversation was Barack Obama, and I really never made out   
   anything he said in the dream,   
    nor can I even remotely remember it here while journaling the dream, other   
   than to mention that his character *was* seen, if only for a moment.   
      
      
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