From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   The dreamer was somehow led into (or already inside of) a small cave with a   
   stream flowing out of it.  Inside the cave was a small pond of sorts.  (There   
   was no indication of seawater or freshwater, so *my* natural assumption is   
   freshwater, which flows    
   out of caves, even if it may have LOTS of minerals in it.)   
      
   The dreamer's attention was directed towards the ceiling of the cave, which   
   wasn't very high.  Using the *average* sized human body as a type of standard,   
   if one had been standing on an edge of the pool inside the cave, one could   
   easily poke the ceiling.   
      
   Now there's the question of whether there were any carvings or inscriptions of   
   any kind within the cave, and *if* there were, they were too obscure to   
   remember.  All I can recall is that there was *some* bit of communication   
   within the omniscient,    
   narrative mind of the dreamer.   
      
   What happened next was that the dreamer *may* have "poked" at the ceiling, or   
   in some way *touched* it, as there was a somewhat large, round section of   
   ceiling rock, similar in shape to a *large* peanut butter lid *affixed* to the   
   bottom of the top (a    
   round section hanging down from the ceiling.)   
      
   The area seemed originally around 5' in width, and maybe 1' in thickness   
   (height— as referenced earlier, shaped like a *large* (upside-down) peanut   
   butter lid.  It coulda been smaller.  *Exact* lengths are a bit tricky (try   
   defining the *exact* length    
   of a "cubit" to anyone *other than* the one applying one's own forearm as the   
   standard) but *relative* dimensions are a bit easier.)   
      
   The moment the dreamer *touched* that area of "rock" (hanging upon / affixed   
   to / *a part of* the rock ceiling of the cave) it fell into the water below.    
   No big "splash" of any kind, but it did land in the water, yet *floated* at /   
   near / upon the    
   surface.  (Not sure as to how much of it was submerged, how much was atop—   
   maybe half & half?)   
   ***   
   AS I WAS TYPING those preceding words: {half & half?)} I heard a sound ("in   
   real life, in real time") coming from my mother's bedroom/bathroom that I   
   greatly prefer to avoid hearing:  her body going down as she was crying out in   
   distress on the way down.   
      
   Apparently, she landed on the floor in such a way as to in some manner impact   
   her tailbone.  (She has *so many incidents* going into, inside, or coming out   
   of her own bathroom that I've simply "lost count.")   
      
   I spent some time (IRL) assessing the situation:  she reports herself to NOT   
   be an emergency room situation.  Personally, I'd get her in for X-Rays just to   
   be sure, but she wants to [take her own time getting up] so I've placed a   
   "service bell" within    
   reach:  if she needs me, she'll ring.  And although a reader may "see" this as   
   being in some way unsympathetic, believe me, when dealing with the elderly,   
   sometimes the elderly person *wants* (requests) assistance, and sometimes the   
   elderly person *   
   greatly prefers* to do things his or her own way, in one's own time.  I'm   
   simply here to *help her* get what *she* wants (or needs) accomplished   
   accomplished— The emergency room is for when there is simply "no other   
   choice."   
      
   Meanwhile, back to the dream, as the rock section ("lid") landed in the water,   
   it *floated* downstream, out of the opening of the cave, into the sunlight of   
   the "outdoors."   
      
   The dreamer watched it flow, then the dream ended, clarity *definitely* 7 /   
   analogous / symbolic.   
      
   (Update:  Mom eventually made it up, to the john, and then to lunch out here   
   at the kitchen table, and eventually out to the sunroom, where she is now, a   
   bit aching (of course) and now reporting a sore rib (that she'd not mentioned   
   earlier.  I have plans    
   to take her tomorrow in to see her PCP in order to get some X-rays ordered,   
   just to see "what's up"?)   
      
   The dream about a home was more of a group-oriented type situation, wherein a   
   number of guys (mostly teens? maybe some 20s?) were inside a home that was   
   *practically* identical to the mobile home I used to live in at 3050 Asbury   
   Lane (from *roughly* the    
   Fall of 1988 or '89 to *roughly* January of 2001) although there was some   
   concern regarding provisions, house rules, order (in contrast to how much   
   chaos/freedom was allowed) structure, etc., typical "guy stuff" :-)   
      
   Well, the issue regarding provisions put the dreamer in mind of checking   
   another area of the house (in the dream) and, to "see" this as it was in the   
   dream, please keep in mind that *in real life* (IRL) the home at 3050 was a   
   *single wide* of about 69' x    
   14'.  *In the dream,* however, it was suddenly a *double-wide* and the dreamer   
   found himself (??) in "the other half" of the home, which was something of a   
   surprise to the dreamer!   
      
   "I'd [somehow] forgotten this part of the house exists!"   
      
   The lighting had a warmer, softer tone to it, something of a *hint* of soft,   
   warm yellow with pink hues here and there, giving the dreamer a definitely   
   "female" impression of the area.  In fact, it was as if there were a *handful*   
   or so of females living    
   there, rather than guys, *as if* it may have been one of those secret shelters   
   for abused women seeking safety and security.   
      
   At any rate, the dreamer looked inside one of the shelves only to find it   
   *packed* with food items, *similar* in shape and appearance to bags of chips   
   (roughly 11"–14" tall, 3" wide) all lined up neatly (like books on a shelf)   
   throughout that cabinet    
   space.   
      
   There was perhaps a bit more to this dream, but the activity of getting Mom up   
   off the floor, etc., lunch, etc., has fairly well evaporated any of the other   
   details, although there were few details to begin with.  Clarity 8+/9-.   
      
   About those bears:  There was a hint of an earlier portion of the dream,   
   wherein the dreamer had been playing with a black bear cub, *in the same   
   manner* / attitude of someone who might play with young animals at a petting   
   zoo, without inhibitions or    
   concerns of any kind, without any malice or hint of hunting / predating.  Just   
   good ol' "animal friendship."   
      
      
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