From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   I remember a dream from 62 years ago today (Tuesday, 7/25) wherein I was lying   
   supine (upon my back) on a narrow table, and there was light all about, and I   
   was "checking my package" and the thought occurred to me:  "Good, I'm a boy!"   
      
   I know that was akin to a dream because, at that age, an infant's arms lack   
   the length to do a "package check."   
      
   The *next* thing I remember (from "real life") was sitting around the dinner   
   table, and my four older siblings were seated around, along with my father,   
   and a cake was brought in with a single, lit candle in the center of it.   
      
   What struck me as odd at the time is that *everyone* seemed focused on *me,*   
   AND they were singing a tune (all together) as well.   
      
   The cake was placed about 2½'–3' away from me, center of the table   
   (left-to-right) and the thought that was concerning me at that moment was that   
   the candle flame was curiously attractive, yet also presented something of a   
   "fire hazard."  And yes,    
   that phrase *seemed* to be in my mind, although it may have been closer to:   
   "That flame presents a danger."   
      
   Well, no one else seemed like they were gonna do anything.  In fact, that all   
   just sat there, looking at me.  So I literally crawled up, ON the table, and   
   crawled the short distance *to* the lit candle, then blew it out!   
   >*FLASH!<   
   My mother, who had been holding an old-fashioned (late '50s / early '60s)   
   "Brownie" camera (the kind with a flash *bulb!*) had snapped a picture of the   
   moment.   
      
   I remembered that event a few times throughout the coming years, then one day,   
   I *found* the old, 4"x4" black & white photo of that moment!    
      
   At any rate, a LOT has happened since then.  On to last night's / this   
   morning's dream(s) (in the next reply to this post.)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)