From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   While there were possibly a few dreams prior to the dream before waking, the   
   "DBW" was so entertaining that whatever came before appears forgotten (at   
   least for the moment.)   
      
   As you may be aware, I have a "stupid phone" (simple feature flip phone, what   
   the TV and movies refer to as a "burner") that has an FM radio app (that uses   
   wired headphones as an antenna) that I place on my window sill (at low volume)   
   every night so as    
   to listen to a particular radio station (K-Love.com / WLVU Nashville-Franklin)   
   although apparently it has its own app (for virtual prayer requests, etc.) as   
   well as is available via I❤️Radio.   
      
   Normally, the music (if ever noticed) helps put me back to sleep, however,   
   there's this particularly lively number that has been on the charts for some   
   time, called "Build a Boat" (by Colton Dixon) although there's this *other*   
   version (with Gabby    
   Barrett) that is musically "richer" due to the female harmony mix   
   (youtu.be/l03zlohkmQ0).   
      
   This is the backdrop "in real life" (IRL) of what was going on beside my bed   
   likely between 6:30 AM and 7:AM, although it's *possible* it was the "original   
   version" of "Build a Boat" with just Colton Dixon.  Yet here's what was going   
   on in "dream world":   
      
   The dreamer was in a well-lit room, somewhat like a community gathering zone,   
   like for teens at a Church, or *possibly* at a school (cafeteria?) as a coffee   
   shop would be too dim.   
      
   "Build a Boat" (uncertain as to "which version") was playing (IRL *and* was   
   heard within the dream!) and the dreamer, not much ever inclined to dancing,   
   began doing something of a pantomime of sailing, as if at the wheel of a   
   whaler (the old fashioned    
   ship's wheel that you could put donuts on the spindles) and was small-stepping   
   / possibly wobbling as if at sea, making left and right turns around the   
   floor, miming the spinning wheel (hands cupped *under* the spindles) and sure   
   enough, some of the    
   people in the dream began to notice and "get in the spirit" of the scene, as   
   it were.   
      
   The dreamer then moved to the front (right) area of the room, where there was   
   a table area set up for snacks, and whereas there was a memory of my   
   (currently favorite) "real life snack" (of a [bag of Fritos chili cheese   
   chips] mixed with a [bag of Sea    
   Salt & Vinegar, shelled pistachios] and a [bag of pecan halves]) the dreamer   
   was looking for whatever happened to the rest of them, then figured it would   
   perhaps be better to take a sample of what was available at the table.   
      
   There were *various* types of breads, cookies, pastries, what have you, but   
   for some reason the dreamer was being selective, and passed up most of the   
   obviously sweet-for-tots & teens type pastries and breads, and settled on   
   something a bit like cinnamon    
   toast sticks (www.healthymummy.com/recipe/cinnamon-pastry-sticks) that may   
   have not been *too* sugary in appearance.   
      
   People in the dream began to gather at the table snacks, and one item (as if   
   in a clear bag, like a large freezer baggy or some such) fell to the floor,   
   where the dreamer was considering the alternatives of A) moving it back up to   
   the table, or B)    
   leaving it there as a type of "secret back-up" in the event it was needed   
   later.   
      
   At that point, the dream ended, and I heard "Build a Boat" playing on the   
   "stupid phone" on the window sill.  Clarity 9+.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)