From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   There was a curious dream *before* the 6:30 AM "let the dog out" period,   
   involving *something* like a young mother (perhaps in her late 20s, early   
   30s?) with a "blooming" young daughter, as in *just having* gone through   
   puberty, and while the mother    
   seemed to have a sandy (reddish) blonde hair color, the daughter had Irish red   
   hair color, and her lips were the color of a rose bud freshly flowered.  In   
   biological terms (rather than legal terms) she was *perfectly ready* for   
   procreation.  If she had    
   been a flower, there would *definitely* have been a bee pollinating *that*   
   stigma!!   
      
   The activity of the dream, however, was a tad curious:  the mother was in a   
   slightly bent over position, as the daughter was in something akin to a   
   kneeling position, and the mother was *washing* the daughter's hair, almost as   
   if in a public display.   
      
   At any rate, the narrative mind of the dreamer was *about* to start asking a   
   question of the mother as to what was going on, when the dog apparently wanted   
   to go out, thus, end of that dream, clarity: red chakra-oriented?   
      
   Following that, I went *back* to sleep (mainly because I was up late last   
   night) and at some point (ending around 9:30 AM) entered into a dream that   
   involved someone as if a desk attendant at a beachfront bungalow or perhaps a   
   larger bed & breakfast type    
   complex that had something of a "Florida feel" to it, but such was/is a   
   subjective "feeling" rather than anything that was specifically noted within   
   the dream itself.   
      
   There was some type of activity involving tubular cylinders, similar to that   
   which might be used to hold rolled-up paintings or documents, blueprints,   
   etc., and something about them going from point A to point B, back and forth,   
   which *oddly enough* -   
   could- have had some type of political overtone to it.  However, that element   
   was at clarity 5 or 6, *barely* remembered, *barely* visually discernible,   
   whereas what happened next was *a bit* clearer:   
      
   There was something very much like a cupboard containing something akin to a   
   computer station.  The dreamer, having either been shown *or* having   
   discovered the hide-away station, was able to indicate (to *someone*) that   
   opening a type of finger-push    
   gate revealed something akin to a USB type slot (port) for either   
   communication *or* memory storage, etc. (Those with computer understanding   
   realize that a USB port may be used for *many* different purposes.)   
      
   The dreamer began fiddling with the structure itself, as it began "opening up"   
   in a manner one might open the top of a box of cereal, as the "structure" of   
   the station inside the cupboard was *as if* made of cardboard, rather than   
   rigid plastic or metal,    
   like the computers of the 1980s & '90s.  This was around clarity 8-, although   
   what happened *next* was *much* clearer, as the dreamer's attention was   
   brought to look at a small object, similar to a fish-shaped souvenir, much   
   like perhaps a marlin or blue-   
   fin tuna (something long, like a porpoise or dolphin, yet more like a fish   
   than a mammal) that was about 3" long and about ¾“ 'tall' and perhaps ½"   
   'thick'.   
      
   What was most interesting is that it had *clearly* imprinted upon it something   
   very much like a person's name and address / contact information.   
      
   The dreamer's immediate responses were a combination of "What a nice object"   
   (like chatchka / tchotchke, souvenir, etc.) along with the overriding choice   
   to get a piece of paper and a pencil to write down the owner's information.    
   The idea was something    
   like, the dreamer could then mail the owner with the information that the   
   object had been found, and that the owner *could* retrieve the object.  The   
   narrative mind was impressed at how clearly legible the information was, yet   
   not a lick of that    
   information was retained as the dreamer somewhat fumbled around gathering the   
   paper and pencil.  (That part was clarity 10-, until the paper/pencil part,   
   whereupon it began dropping rapidly.)   
      
   There was the ending sequence, that began taking on an ominous tone to it.   
      
   The dreamer *started* out in a conversation with a blonde-ish looking female,   
   *very similar* to the one who had been washing her daughter's hair in the 6:30   
   segment, only this time she had more of a look similar to that of the mom of a   
   neighbor-kid from    
   my youth.  While this conversation was going on, there were some "surly   
   characters" (dark-aura males, nefarious, malefic, definitely of a murderous   
   nature) who were gathering somewhere "off screen" ("in the distance") with the   
   understood intention of    
   murdering (or at *least* doing serious harm!) to the dreamer's character.   
      
   The dreamer was located *as if* high up on a ledge, such that anyone fostering   
   ill intent would need to come up the cliff *or* already be on the same plane   
   (ground level) as the dreamer.   
      
   The dreamer *sensed* that the malevolence was "closing in," practically as if   
   darkness were "physically sensed" in a manner similar to how a person on stage   
   might feel as the spotlight diameter shrinks, leaving nothing but darkness all   
   around in the    
   theater.   
      
   *At this point,* the dreamer's mind and my ability to consciously respond were   
   *basically* the same, much as if / when one is "talking to oneself" in order   
   to reason something out.   
      
   The dreamer recognized that [his enemies were all around] and asked (the   
   narrative mind?) "What to do?" to which there appeared to be a follow-up   
   question (less clearly heard / articulated, yet still present): "What does   
   Jesus teach?" (or) "What would    
   Jesus do?"   
      
   The answer came back immediately, "Resist NOT evil"— at which point, the   
   dreamer *relaxed*— and I awoke.  Clarity:  [mind blowing] in some respects,   
   perhaps 11, *certainly* around a 10- *at the least.*   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)