From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   It has occurred to me, that going into too much recall / detail kind of "dries   
   up the well," so to speak.  Sure, I have some rather component-rich dreams /   
   sequences / clips, but taking the time to type them all up and post them gets   
   to be somewhat "time    
   consuming" when I'd rather be "Discussing Jesus" (see Discussing   
   esus.Quora.com) or taking care of other issues regarding home ec, etc.   
      
   So at any rate, there were a *few* dreams from the past few nights that I   
   remember a bit more than others, namely, the one of dreaming "Mr. Wonderful"   
   (Kevin O'Leary, the "shark" from "Shark Tank") in something akin to a (dark,   
   black) German luxury /    
   higher-end vehicle, heading towards (I *think*) breakfast, at a restaurant of   
   some kind, some place where people tend to get *soaked* paying triple or   
   quadruple what something is worth *PLUS* exorbitant tips, when it's *way, WAY*   
   cheaper to fix one's own    
   breakfast at home.   
      
   At any rate, the dreamer mentions to "Mr. Wonderful" (who was wearing a   
   characteristic dark suit) that he (the dreamer) can make breakfast for him [at   
   my place] (or words to that effect.)   
      
   Mr. W. agrees, and as it appears the dreamer is the driver, they change course   
   and head for the dreamer's home.   
      
   Now without making any *overt* comparisons, I should mention that, in real   
   life, I'm at (or over) 6' tall (used to be 6'2" at the "height of my height,"   
   but have likely shrunk *just a bit* due to age) whereas [Mr. W.] (Kevin   
   O'Leary) is around 5'9" or 5'   
   10".  Also, I have a "chrome dome" (very very little to any hair on the top   
   top of my head, such that the "bald spot" is noticeable from behind as well)   
   and I *think* Mr. W. does as well.  Also, I wear a *rather nice* dark suit to   
   Church on Sundays, so    
   there's a *teeny tiny* possibility that I (as the dreamer) *may* have been   
   having some sort of encounter with my future self, or a quantum possibility /   
   possible variant of my future (or other) self, so to speak.   
      
   When the dreamer and Mr. W. got to the dreamer's place, the dreamer seemed to   
   get spread out regarding the process of making a meal, and the dream basically   
   ended, clarity 8+/9- (-ish.)   
      
   *Last night* / this morning, there were a few awkward dreams, two of which   
   involved my present day dog, Ginger.  IRL, Ginger is a "chaser," the dog that   
   *chases* the prey, while another dog (or dogs, in a traditional pack) make the   
   kill bite.   
   At any rate, she did something in the dream that I've never seen her   
   accomplish IRL, that being catching a rabbit.  Only in the dream, I *think*   
   she used the "stunning bite" where dogs will instinctively bruise a spinal   
   nerve in just such a manner as to    
   render the rabbit's hind feet temporarily "lifeless," not too unlike a "nerve   
   block" applied during pregnancy so the mother has no sense of the pain of the   
   delivery.   
      
   In the dream, the dreamer was contemplating the skinning and gutting of the   
   rabbit, when that particular segment ended, around clarity 9+ / 10-.   
      
   In another dog-related dream, there was a canine-like critter with teeth much   
   like an invasive species of Asian fish (youtu.be/-A5xoChBtZk) specifically,   
   such as the "snakehead fish" [wikipedia.org/wiki/Snakehead_(fish)]   
   (allthatsinteresting.com/   
   wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/invasive-species-snakehead-fish.jpg) and   
   black Chinese carp.  At any rate, in the dream, whatever the critter was had   
   Ginger in its jaws, although was not killing her.  The dreamer was taking   
   measures to get the    
   critter to release the dog when that dream ended.  (It was the closest thing   
   I've had to a "bad dream" in recent memory, as the dreamer was *concerned* for   
   the well-being of Ginger) clarity 8-.   
      
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