From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   First, I'd like to say that, so far, nothing clearly approaching the messiness   
   of last Friday's post has occurred, so things *seem* will in that regard.    
   Whether it may be applicable to any type of "crappy situation" is more a   
   matter of opinion, such as    
   the influx of immigrants across the Southern U.S. Border:  sure, it's chaos,   
   but out of that chaos, order *will* arise, and (hopefully!) it will be in   
   accordance with the U.S. Constitution— Which brings me to a particular   
   segment of a dream in which    
   the dreamer heard and spoke the word "donde"— from the Spanish word:   
   "dónde" — (Spanish for "where") and yes, Spanish was definitely the   
   language of the scene, and no, the mind of the dreamer (that would mainly be   
   the way I perceive reality as a    
   whole, one might imagine) was by NO means feeling "fluent," but rather that a   
   single word was being repeated back in the same language in which it was heard.   
      
   Now to be clear, I just now "looked up" the word "donde" online to see what it   
   meant.  I only knew that sounded exactly like a word I've heard in Spanish   
   phrases in the past.  But it was *after* looking it up (and reporting back on   
   it) that I've learned    
   it means "where" (typically as: "where?") only here it was being used more as   
   a term of acknowledgement, similar to how a priest might say "bless you" to a   
   line of passing pilgrims.   
      
   Oh yes, the people passing through the dream were in a line, headed in the   
   direction of from "just left of downstage" (which is akin to "backstage,   
   nearly center") to "just left of upstage" (which is closest to the perspective   
   of the audience.)  The    
   dreamer's perspective was as if from a perch just *at* or barely above the   
   heads of those walking, and the *direction* they were headed would be akin to   
   *just barely left of* front center stage—  That means that if one were   
   walking in that line, the    
   walkers would be headed "upward" (as in northward) just barely to the right,   
   those coming being *from* the (barely) right of center.   
      
   I have this *core* belief that the >massive fear< on the right (including   
   political pundits) of immigrants coming into the U.S.A. to be dummy voters for   
   the left is >unnecessary:<  the people coming into America are those *fleeing*   
   the tyranny of the    
   left, thus, they are those who are predisposed *towards* moving toward the   
   right, which is why so many of them are coming to America in the present day:    
   Family/God and Country.   
      
   Just as has been seen during the previous Trump administration, and largely   
   during the 2022 election cycle, many, *many* Hispanics and other minorities   
   have been voting conservative.  (And Hispanics *may* soon, if not already, no   
   longer be considered "   
   minorities" in the U.S.—)   
      
   At any rate, here's an historical note "from real life":   
      
   Back during somewhere between December 1986 and August 1987, likely closer to   
   Spring (or possibly Winter?) of (early) '87 (?) my then-first-wife (née Mary   
   Beth Stone) looked at me one day (presumably from after a nap?) and just said,   
   matter-of-factly:  "   
   You speak Spanish."   
      
   There was no lead up to the statement, no follow-up, other than my puzzlement   
   over what she'd just said, and if there was any meaning behind it.   
      
   "What??"   
      
   "You speak Spanish."   
      
   "What's that supposed to mean?  I can say 'Buenos dias' and such, und ein   
   bißchen Deutsche, aber kein (but no) Spanish."    
      
   Again she said:   
      
   "You speak Spanish."   
      
   Well, at that time in my life, I was aware that she had the occasional ability   
   to say things that seemed to have meaning yet had yet to "make sense" in my   
   own life, so I left it at that.  (She's the one who told me:  "I am you, as   
   you are you, as you are    
   me."  (Gotta love *that* one!!)  It was as if she was giving me the "recipe"   
   as to how to return to a relationship with Gina.)   
      
   To this day, I as a person still lack any real ability to put together a   
   Spanish sentence on the fly, as it were, but I can see how at some point in   
   the future, either I have to learn Spanish to get along in the "new America"   
   *or* possibly a child (   
   descendent) of mine may speak it as well as English.   
      
   More later.  (Re: the "food gang" and "the actors")   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)