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   Richard Silk to All   
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   08 Apr 23 07:30:32   
   
   From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   Friday morning (the day of "Good Friday," 2023) there were a number of dreams   
   that were nearly all but evaporated as Friday was an unusually busy day.    
   There were perhaps 2 or 3 dream elements (involving 2 or 3 people) that were   
   relatively discursive, as    
   in A talking to B, or to C, etc., such that there *was* a significant amount   
   of understanding within the dream segment(s) but shortly after waking, those   
   elements began to evaporate, and now (Saturday morning) all I can really   
   recall is that those items    
   were dreamt about.   
      
   There was also a snippet of a mama bear and her bear cub, wandering /   
   strolling casually as if in an area that *may* have at some time in the past   
   been urban.  It may still have been urban, but seeing a mama bear and her cub   
   strolling through an urban    
   area has a rather curious feel to it.   
      
   The cub, sadly, was scrawny, as if malnourished, which can be rather fatal for   
   a bear cub, even though the mama bear seemed relatively normal.  They were   
   ambling away from the perspective of the dreamer, along a "northeasterly"   
   route (maybe as much as 30   
   ° to the "right" of "due north" / straight ahead) relative to the dreamer's   
   visual perspective.   
      
   Could this have *something* to do with Putin's aggression in Ukraine?    
   Unknown, as it seemed more clearly "life-like" (a strange dream to approach a   
   9+ / 10- rating!) than "symbolic."   
      
   There was a brief "getting up" session wherein my elderly mother was awake and   
   inquiring as to breakfast, although it was perhaps right before dawn, and it   
   was a rather rainy / overcast / gloomy day, good for sleeping in.  I went back   
   to bed, and had a *   
   brief* dream before she again awakened, which interrupted the dream.   
      
   What it was, seemed slightly curious: to the best I can recall, the dreamer   
   was seated as at the back of a theater (the kind used for plays &   
   performances) with perhaps nearly 100 rows of seats leading up to the stage   
   area.   
      
   On the stage was what might be called a "chorus line" or possibly a "cast   
   line-up," although what they may have represented was unclear at the time of   
   the dream.  It *could* be a "rehearsal" for Mom's "final act," but that's   
   taking a slightly morbid view    
   of the interpretation.  Still, it does "fit" within the current events of   
   "real life" as I've been experiencing lately.   
      
   LAST night / this morning, there was one sequence that took me awhile to "fish   
   back out" from after waking, as even today, my "day off," I've actually been   
   sorta busy.  (Had to run to the store to pick up some "MiraLAX" for Mom.    
   Turns out that stuff is *   
   expensive* and has an ingredient *not too different* from anti-freeze!)   
      
   At any rate, the dream involved a bit of discussion / analysis, as if the   
   dreamer and perhaps one other guy (*maybe* two others) were discussing an   
   audio recording made of someone's living space, *as if* someone had planted a   
   bug in some home of Gina's.     
   There was a *bit* of consternation over her having been bugged / recorded /   
   privacy invaded, but seeing as how (in real life) she's currently living in   
   Canada, which has *rapidly* gone totalitarian / fascist, it's not too much of   
   a stretch to consider it    
   may have already occurred.   
      
   The original clarity was around 8-ish, ±, however, it's all but evaporated by   
   now.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)   

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