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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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