From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   The dream before waking was one of the most impressive dreams I've ever had,   
   however, I need to go through some of the *least* impressive ones before   
   getting there, sandwiched between the end and the starting dream:   
      
   Taylor Swift (in high school / college?):  The scene opens with the dreamer   
   (in the mental first person, the perspective from behind one's own eyes)   
   walking into a hallway of the size, dimension, and appearance of the lower   
   floor of the Keathley    
   University Center (KUC) at MTSU, where the campus U.S. Post Office is   
   located.  (MTSU even has its own zip code IRL: 37132.)  To get into that   
   hallway, one typically enters a small foyer at the northeast entrance, goes   
   down (rather than up) a half-flight    
   of stairs, and then straight into the hallway, with the post office to the   
   left (east.)  Straight through the hallway, up a half-flight of stairs to the   
   opposite foyer, and one is walking out into an older greenspace of the campus,   
   suitable for holding    
   student rallys of up to a few hundred students.   
      
   The dream opens up with the dreamer facing Taylor Swift (who is standing   
   still, as if pondering her next action) angled about 45° to her left, the   
   dreamer's right) and the dreamer is *barely* surprised to be standing there,   
   but the *feeling* is more    
   like "of course, we used to go to school together" (although that was NOT   
   spoken, just a kind of "feel" to explain the "feeling" of being there) and the   
   dreamer asks her how school is going, ("OK") and "What classes are you   
   taking?" (And although all    
   this had a "feel" of high school as the dream opened up, the setting and the   
   dialogue *clearly* indicate a collegiate vibe.)   
      
   Her response was *something* along the lines of "Science, math and biology"   
   (please note that both biology and math are branches of science) but (since   
   this was an earlier dream of the evening) due to some evaporation, and while   
   that *may* not be an *   
   exact* quote, what happened or was said next has somewhat evaporated.   
      
   I have the *feeling* that the dreamer had no desire to fan-geek (or   
   celebrity-gaze) but decided instead to simply end with, "If you need any help   
   with anything, let me know" (or something very similar to that) and the dream   
   (encounter?) ended, clarity 9    
   to 9+.  Please note, she appeared in the dream just as beautiful as always,   
   yet was dressed very smartly for the university setting, like a    
   well*-dressed, well-adjusted student.  I can only surmise that the look on her   
   face was as if she was seriously    
   questioning what her next move might be, and that perhaps my appearing to her   
   right may have helped turn her away from the serious problems that the left is   
   bringing to the world today, or at *least* look "northward" for a moment.   
      
   Now come the mundane (boring) type dreams, of which I can only recall maybe   
   parts of one of them at the moment:   
      
   The dreamer was in an area with a feel *similar* to US-41 (Nashville Hwy   
   leading northward out of Murfreesboro) on the "eastern" side of the road,   
   *near* where I used to work, as if between Clark Blvd and Northfield.   
      
   Facing easterly, from the road, there's a building to the left (northward)   
   that's a *bit* like a Wal*Mart/car repair/combination:  that is, it's a place   
   for car stuff, yet has an interior about the size of a smaller Wal*Mart.  The   
   dreamer catches a    
   glimpse of the interior of that place, yet has the *distinct* impression that   
   there's a fire breaking out, even though there are no flames and no heat,   
   merely of a spreading, growing disaster.  (God help us if Wal*Mart goes "woke"   
   with that lethal D.I.E.    
   sickness.)   
      
   The dreamer rushes to an area similar to a driveway / parking lot / paved area   
   to the right (southward) onto the back end of a large, empty dump truck (the   
   kind with no tail gate.  What is loaded into the bed of the truck may be   
   dumped without    
   obstruction, similar to a Tonka Toy Truck / earth mover, yet smaller in size,   
   such as a truck that can easily operate along regular roads.)   
      
   Apparently, the dreamer is trying to get the attention of either a truck   
   driver in the cab of the truck or possibly a passenger (America is left-hand   
   drive, remember) and there's at least a mention of a fire in the adjacent   
   building.  There may have even    
   been a search for a fire hose or extinguisher, but this part of the dream was   
   *low* clarity even in the dreaming, and it was as if there was never any clear   
   evidence of any fire, and no urgent reaction to the news.   
      
   So I realize I reserve "clarity 7" for symbolic dreams, but there's an   
   indication this *may* be a symbolic dream anyways, so clarity "7" just about   
   fits.  Parts of it were even around clarity 6, though after evaporation, more   
   like 5 or 4, barely above    
   visual level.   
      
   Now for *the most* interesting dream I've ever had *other* than one or two   
   particular Gina-related visions:   
      
   The dreamer is standing as if in an undefined area, as if outdoors, as if with   
   a group of kids, possibly some adults, and one particular gal who had an   
   appearance of a cross between "Hermione Granger" and "Nancy Drew."  She had   
   the look of intelligence,    
   yet also of innocence, like any happy-go-lucky teen raised in a drama-free   
   environment (from the world/political/religious perspective.)   
      
   The dreamer *sees* a black figure appearing from above, in the distance,   
   looking like the black-shrouded, classic figure of death, perhaps just a touch   
   reminiscent of one of the background figures of Edvard Munch's "The Scream",   
   although as it came    
   closer, it was very much closer to the Grim Reaper in Monte Python's "The   
   Meaning of Life."   
      
   It appeared this black, void of energy was coming for the girl, and the   
   dreamer imagined before seeing it, that exposure to / with the approaching   
   energy void would likely chill her instantly, and sure enough, she began to   
   frost up like a Popsickle    
   dipped in liquid nitrogen.   
      
   At that moment, the figure of death became the "Angel of Death" and "his"   
   wings enveloped her from behind, as in a warm embrace.  Sure enough, the Angel   
   was indeed a male:  a *handsome* male with an appearance of around his   
   mid-40s–early 50s, with *   
   dark* hair, and a *very* familiar face that the dreamer was *trying* to   
   identify.  And while the Angel made no effort to hide his face, he had a   
   "countenance" of deep, somber responsibility for taking the frozen female away   
   with him.   
      
      
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    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)