From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   Gotta start with the "dream before waking," as it was a bit involved, but:   
      
   The dreamer was given a (somewhat thin) *wad* of cash and told to place a bet   
   for some guy, who had the affect (general appearance / demeanor / "air") of   
   being some kind of gambling addict, so much so that even the local bosses   
   would refuse him service (   
   something like how some pushers will deny a junkie a fix, on the "moral   
   grounds" that they're dangerously close to doing themselves in, rather than   
   staying alive as a source of revenue for the pusher.)   
      
   The dreamer, somewhat preferring to avoid taking the time to count the cash,   
   asked "How much?" and the answer was like "3 grand" (or possibly something   
   close to that.)  The dreamer was thinking that wasn't nearly enough cash to   
   cover 3 large, unless, of    
   course, they were *all* Benjamins, in which case, sure, it was about right   
   (but seemed more like 1 thou, 2 max, but counting it was the bookie's   
   responsibility.)   
      
   The dreamer went to a table, and although this part of the dream was *rather*   
   faded, as if it was simply the idea that was executed, that section of the   
   dream pretty much ended with no significant drama.  Someone *may* have   
   recognized the dreamer as a    
   flunky or runner of the guy who placed the bet, but I *think* there was some   
   speculation that "maybe s/he got paid...?" and the bet was placed, regardless.   
      
   The reason for the "s/he" variable is because (A) I really have no clear   
   recollection of what pronoun (if any) was used, and (B) because of another   
   dream snippet that occurred *prior* to waking:   
      
   ?!?!?  The dreamer was somehow aware of the dreamer's body (*in* the dream)   
   and was a tad surprised to see the body as female, about 20-ish, *maybe* ± a   
   few years.  Either way, the female in the dream (as well as the dreamer's   
   narrative mind) was aware    
   she was a she because she had a B+ bra size and an otherwise thin body.    
   *COULD* "she" have been an "it"? Maybe.  The dreamer's dream body ("she")   
   cupped her hands to give 'em a check, noting they were just like any other   
   part of the body, nothing    
   special, no "titillation" at the discovery, such as a young (or prurient) male   
   might have at the same realization.   
   (Pun appropriate??) ;^>   
      
   There was a *thought* to "check the downstairs" to see if there was any   
   notable difference there, but for *some reason,* that check was skipped!    
   Almost like an "I really don't care to know" type thought, and the snippet   
   pretty much ended right there,    
   clarity 9-ish.   
      
   Now this is a bit of a premise, rather than something that was *known*   
   throughout the dream being described, but there's a *premise* that the runner   
   who placed the bet for the addict *could* have been a female.   
      
   There's also a premise that the following section *may* have been that same   
   female.  It certainly flows that way, plot-wise:   
      
   The dreamer was entering a stairwell inside a building, *not unlike* Central   
   Middle School, but with more floors, more like an older building at MTSU, but   
   with a more "varied" type "feel" to it.   
      
   There was a presence akin to a "boss" (sorta like with a gangster feel,   
   possibly like an "owner" / "pimp") who was, for some reason, directing the   
   dreamer to go upstairs (or to some specific location) for some reason.  *Sort   
   of* like "Report to X for    
   your next assignment," but the dreamer's mind had simply had "enough" and   
   chose to go elsewhere, either up or down, it's a bit confusing, but "the chase   
   was on," as they say.   
      
   The dreamer was able to navigate a rather lengthy run of stairs going   
   downwards, the kind that zigzag back and forth down a stairwell, using a "jump   
   over / jump over" method near where the direction of the stairs double-back at   
   180°, yet always downward,   
    at like 45° (downward) so it was like hop/hop/hop/hop — and the dreamer   
   was having *something* of a remembrance from my own, personal life history,   
   when I used to practice leaping down stairways at MTSU (which felt *nearly*   
   like flying, only with the    
   effect of gravity bring me to a landing every time) only they were always   
   going in one direction, rather than the "over the nexus" type maneuver in the   
   dream.   
      
   A look out into the hallway, and there was a question in the dreamer's mind,   
   something close to: "What kind of place is this?  What's the effect of going   
   down to lower levels?"   
      
   And along the wall, which would normally have just been a type of yellow-ish,   
   thickly painted concrete-block brick, there was seen something like a   
   mural-type scene of a Pop-Eye cartoon.  I was never really much of a fan of   
   Pop-Eye (even in my early,    
   early youth) as it seemed a bit of a stretch, that spinach could result in   
   sudden super-strength in muscles, etc., and here was a scene lit up along the   
   upper half of a hallway, not unlike a scene that might be played in a   
   soft-layer of hell.   
      
   Regardless, the dreamer sensed that "the chase" would be catching up shortly,   
   yet had just enough time to jump into an elevator:  "I'll head up and lose   
   them, then make an escape from a ground-level exit," thought the dreamer, or   
   something close to that.   
      
   There was a female voice as if in a cage below the elevator car, and a sense   
   of that same female being in pursuit of the dreamer, saying something   
   intimidating, close to: "you know we're only gonna catch you.  Just stop and   
   let's get back to work."   
      
   There was something like a split level floor coming up, sort of like a "2-B"   
   and a "2", with the first floor having something to do with eggs and a   
   conveyor belt, similar to a cafeteria belt line where empty trays are   
   deposited as they go into the dish-   
   washing area.   
      
   The dreamer had thought of exiting there, but thought it would make a good   
   distraction for the pursuer, and was going further up to the primary "2"   
   level, when there was a type of "hold" on the scene, as if the female from   
   below had somehow reached up    
   and grabbed the dreamer by the leg / foot.   
      
   There was at this point a nearly frozen moment, wherein the dreamer *could*   
   have relapsed into fear, yet "fighting" the stasis seemed useless as well, as   
   if there were no capability of motion whatsoever.  People often refer to a   
   form of this as "dream    
   paralysis," but for me, in the dream, it was just a moment to have to process,   
   as in like, "what to do next?"   
      
      
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