From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   Of particular interest was a dream involving a property, one involving   
   traffic, one involving– (the arts?) and one of Gina!   
      
   In the property dream, the dreamer was surveying about a half-acre or so of   
   somewhat rugged land containing something like a type of muddy pit.  Now, *in*   
   a heavy rain, sure, it might have been a level surface of mud or water, but in   
   the dream, it was    
   more pit-like, and the bottom was mostly of a type of mud-clay-like surface.   
      
   What caught the dreamer's attention was a *sizable* turtle.  (IRL, the average   
   turtle size that I may come across in Tennessee is likely 1 foot / 12" from   
   head to tail, closer to 9".  The turtle seen in the dream was *well* over a   
   foot in *width*, maybe    
   15"–18", and possibly up to 2' long, measuring only the shell, which was   
   seen on the upper right "edge" of the pit, with the pit having a *roughly*   
   linear edge (from right to left) in that area, similar to a "bank" of a   
   river.  As the dreamer's    
   attention focused upon the turtle shell, there were also noticed *six total*   
   shells, counting from right-to-left.  (I seem to recall the dreamer having   
   *counted* them as if "aloud" at that point in the dream.)   
      
   And while there was certainly an interest in the turtles themselves, there   
   was, however, no desire to get near the muddy pit, so that dream pretty much   
   *ended* right there, clarity *very likely* a 7 (symbolic) although otherwise,   
   about an 8+ (the    
   lighting was as if overcast, rather than sunny.)   
      
   There was also some other dream content involving a home, not unlike the   
   mobile home I used to live in at 3050 Asbury Lane (the mud pit in the dream   
   was similar to the southeastern area of the property, south of the driveway,   
   had it been IRL) but more    
   like a built-foundation home, rather than a mobile ("modular") home   
   ("trailer.")   
      
   In the dream-home, there was all sorts of "stuff" (some might say "junk") all   
   over the floors, as if either A) the home had been ransacked, or B) the home   
   owner had no sense of organization, cleaning, or even shelves / hampers /   
   closets / dressers, nada.    
    Just junk ("stuff") all over the floor.   
      
   The dreamer was thinking (for a brief moment) about how *some* of that "stuff"   
   may be of value, yet the overall "clutter" of the environment was nearly   
   mind-repelling.  There was also a view of a single shelf of about maybe   
   4'–6' along one wall, but    
   the "stuff" on *it* was practically buried in soil, as if erosion or possibly   
   millennia had turned the contents into practically potting soil quality dirt   
   (although it had a *hint* of red to it, as if maybe the shelf content had at   
   some time been of iron,   
    long since rusted away.)   
      
   In another segment, the dreamer found himself hanging (grasping with forward   
   crooked finger tips) from the underside of an overpass *high* above a   
   highway.  (Second perspective description):  Imagine an interstate or possibly   
   California-width highway (6    
   lanes?) laid out along a flat terrain, running (from the dreamer's   
   perspective, suspended way above the surface)  forward (as if northward) and   
   behind (as if under the dreamer's perspective, continuing southward.)    
   Curiously, there is no traffic visible    
   on the road surface.   
      
   Now imagine that there's a *cross over* bridge (an "overpass") only it's *way   
   up* over the surface of the road, from the dreamer's perspective, running   
   left-to-right (west to east) over the roadway below.   
      
   Now *somehow* (and there's no preface to this segment, so anyone's guess is as   
   good as mine) the dreamer has ended up hanging from the bottom of that   
   overpass.   
      
   The dreamer is hanging there, long enough to ponder the choice between   
   "flying" out of the scene, vs. "dropping" to the ground.  It seems, however,   
   that the "gravity of the situation" is such that there is no sense of "flying"   
   out of it.  Also, as I    
   personally (in real life) have never had any remarkable upper arm strength (I   
   was lucky to get 3 or 4 chin-ups as a kid) there was practically *zero*   
   thought of trying to pull myself up to climb out of the situation.  This   
   resulted in the dreamer    
   pondering what might happen if one were to drop from such a height.   
      
   The original impression was that it was *way* too high to consider, yet the   
   dreamer was thinking (while hanging there) that the typical height of an   
   overpass only needed to be enough to allow the cargo of an 18-wheeler to get   
   through, and that as "I" (in    
   real life) am 6' tall, along with the length of hang from the extended arms   
   (thus being 8'–9') the drop would only be around that same distance,   
   8'–9'.  And sure enough, the "view" seemed to adjust to that perspective, so   
   feeling "safe in the arms of    
   God," so to speak, the dreamer let go.   
      
   There was the *sense* of landing, and thanking God for the landing, but the   
   dream ended immediately at that point, clarity 9-ish–9+, as it was a fairly   
   well-lit scene, despite being in the shadow of an overpass.   
      
   There's a dream segment, of sorts, involving a vehicle being used to transport   
   an environment, similar to maybe an 18-wheeler (or possibly a shade smaller)   
   being used to carry a rear cargo container, in which there was a long sort of   
   narrow hallway,    
   similar to that which one might encounter on a passenger train with sleeper   
   cars, like you might see in a movie.  (Do they even still have train cars like   
   that anymore??)   
      
   The point is, that the truck was starting to leave a dark area, as if it were   
   either A) at night or B) inside a darkened garage, but even so, the truck was   
   leaving in a direction headed *away from* the perspective of the dreamer, and   
   the dreamer made    
   something of a hurried dash to get into the rear of the truck, even though   
   there was a sense that the truck's cargo area / trailer may have been for the   
   purpose of transporting mentally ill or criminally insane individuals.  The   
   dreamer felt something    
   like, the purpose of the vehicle was of less importance than being *within*   
   the vehicle in order to get to the next destination.  End of segment, clarity   
   8-.   
      
   This last bit was of the more interesting level from a social perspective, as   
   it involved other people in close proximity to the dreamer:   
      
      
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