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|    Richard Silk to All    |
|    2023/08/12 Saturday: An Unsealed Birth C    |
|    12 Aug 23 20:12:27    |
      From: dicksilk@gmail.com              (As this is being written late in the evening) I deliberately put this off       until this evening because I was curious to see if any of it "materialized"       during the day. Well, nothing I could put my finger on, however:              The dreamer (from just before waking, earlier this morning) was as if in a       land similar to India. It *felt* like the land of Ghandi, so to speak,       similar to a feeling of the Ganges (River) possibly with a touch of Chennai,       of all places (?!)              At any rate, there were allegedly *massive throngs* of people visible, as if       from the perspective of a drone camera, viewing *square miles* of land, out       toward the horizon (or perhaps a "state/county border"?) yet the dreamer only       saw the ground *       carpeted* with red petals, *possibly* of roses, but the dreamer was thinking       of those mimosa tree blossoms, but seriously, they could have been similar to       any number of red tree-like blossoms or flower petals, such as the traditional       cherry tree, or the        Delonix regia (known in English as Royal Poinciana)— the ground was just red       carpeted with some type of petals, and the omniscient mind of the dream *may*       have likened them to people, simply represented as flora. The point is, the       dreamer had the        impression that there were *symbolically* a HUGE number of people, like in the       hundreds of thousands, possibly millions.              Then there came into view a type of document, roughly 8½"x11", possibly a bit       larger, if borders were added to it somehow (like the mailing package *for* an       8½"x11" size sheet / document, etc.)              Then the document was "opened up" as if sliced open perfectly along a seam so       that it opened just as one would open a large book (or Bible) so as to widen       to 17"x11" although it *may* have been x14". Just sayin', I was never very       good with visual        estimations on sizes— just rough approximations.              The document content / composition had something of a gray hue to it, as if       maybe the *outside* of the document(s) had been gray (or it had been a gray       mailing wrapper.) The inside of the document was *clearly* legible, although       for some reason the        dreamer had no curiosity to memorize much less read the information printed       therein. There was information present within the dream such that the dreamer       knew it to be a birth certificate of an individual, an Arab type, very *very*       likely *publicly        presumed* to be Muslim (as Muslims stamp "ISLAM" on birth certificates as the       "religion" of the children of Muslims.)              For whatever reason, this unsealing of a birth certificate of a (Semitic,       likely Arab, likely Muslim) male (possibly that of an oil prince of some sort)       sent a massive wave of resentment through the throng of people (the red petals       on the ground) and the        dream ended as I awoke wondering why a massive population in India would be so       irate over the birth certificate of a male (possibly a prince, possibly       *publicly assumed* to be Muslim, seemingly Arabic / Semitic.)              The only fellow I could think of that could even *remotely* fit the       description would be Saudi Prince Mohammed bin Salman (MBS), but that's a       waking-conscious thought, rather than anything that was presented directly       within the dream itself. Clarity 7-       ish, as it was likely clear symbolism. I do recall feeling surprised at how       clearly legible the printed text was. It's just that I (personally) have       developed a habit of being able to ignore or forget anything that is not       *meant* to be seen, like the        passwords or bank account balances of others.              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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