From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   While there were *numerous* dreams last night / this morning, the ones that   
   stuck with me through the evaporation include:   
      
   The House:   
   The dreamer was as if in a childhood home, as if the last parent had passed   
   away and the dreamer had inherited the lumber, so to speak.  And just to make   
   this a tad easier on writing, I'm gonna write it as if I and the dreamer are   
   one in the same (which    
   is not always a given when viewed using the perspective of discrete,   
   individual people) so:   
   As I walked down the hallway (northward) I noticed that there were two rooms   
   that had been cleaned out of all furniture, everything down to the walls &   
   floors, basically painted white (or perhaps slightly off-white / cream   
   colored) with hardwood floors (   
   from the days of real hardwood, rather than press-laminate.)   
      
   What struck me as surprising was that the rooms were larger than I   
   remembered— like twice as long, and ½ *wider* than IRL.  It seemed like   
   every room I went to look at was larger than I expected.   
      
   Odd observation: "I" (the dreamer) was in an area similar to an attic space,   
   and there appeared to be wood, similar to "crispy" or "soft" fragments of   
   plywood (likely a fragment from the recent restoration of the roof earlier   
   this month, IRL.)    
      
   At some point, in the attic area, I somehow "picked up" a small "thing,"   
   similar to a tick or mite, yet with a pair of chompers like the two arched   
   fangs of a tarantula, only tiny, and it had a body that was large for such a   
   tiny head, say about the size    
   of one's hand, only condensed into the size of a ball.  The body of this   
   midge-like head was *soft*, as if of something with which one might make a   
   pillow cover.  Yet the dreamer ("I") felt instinctively that whatever this   
   buggy thing was needed to be    
   removed from the attic, so I pinched it (using my right middle finger and   
   thumb) about it's neck, behind its head, and its pillow-balloon-like body was   
   kept balanced in the palm of my right hand with my right index finger pressed   
   against the back of its    
   head.  I could feel it *wriggling* as if to escape, but I carried it outside   
   and across some land (a bit like a rough yard) and tossed it over an area (a   
   bit like a ditch along the side of a road or property) so that it landed in   
   the soft bank of earth    
   on the other side.   
      
   It immediately started to dig into the earth, as if to burrow in to nest or   
   something, likely to escape being susceptible to the elements and nature (like   
   birds, etc.)  Clarity 8-ish, maybe 9-ish.   
      
   Sorry, but again I've waited until *after* midnight to post all this.   
      
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    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)