From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   Had an *unusual* dream for me, just before waking, as it was unusual for me,   
   *period*—   
      
   As someone who lived *practically* without money ever since my parents stopped   
   giving out 50¢ weekly allowances before I entered 1st grade (later, when I   
   got a $1/week allowance, I spent it on acquiring 45 RPM records) I never had   
   much of an idea of    
   what money was good for, or why I should acquire it.   
      
   Later, there came a time when I needed to get a job because I'd been   
   *suspended* from college for 2 years and 3 months, and thus needed to get a   
   car (to deliver pizzas) and thus began the need to make car payments and   
   insurance.  Still, money was always    
   to fill a whole, rather than to raise a mountain.   
      
   For the past few years, I've been handling my mother's finances in order to   
   keep her life running smoothly in the home that she and my dad built, improved   
   and maintained over several decades.   
      
   So in that sense, money has been used like keeping a machine properly oiled so   
   that it continues to run properly as well.   
      
   During those past years of working, where I was using money to always fill a   
   hole that had been dug, my concept of "dating" was more like "let's go watch a   
   movie" or "out to eat" in order to do something with a gal that I would likely   
   have done myself    
   only with far less interest if doing it only by myself.   
      
   Then, of course, came children, and having money was a great thing to have in   
   order to make their lives happier, but still, no intrinsic value of money for   
   myself.   
      
   Well, the dream before waking this morning "changed" all that:  I dreamt I had   
   about $200.oo (USD) or so (perhaps more, if needed) and the thought occurred   
   to me that I could ask Gina out on a date, *just* to spend money on her, on   
   our having a good time    
   together.   
      
   Before any concrete plans were established, before she could commit to a   
   "sure," or "sorry, I'm busy" type answer, the dream ended, and I was drifting   
   towards waking, wondering what I could do to "save" ("salvage") the effort so   
   as to continue forward    
   with it until there was a successful resolution (dating, marriage, family,   
   etc.)   
      
   Then came the "waking realization" that I didn't know where she was, then that   
   she was in Canada somewhere, then that she was married, to a second husband   
   (Ray Pascoal) then that there was *almost* no way to even let her know about   
   the desire to ask her    
   out on a date, etc., so here I am, journaling a "unique moment" that was (for   
   now) only a dream, clarity 8, although waking from it felt more like returning   
   from a 10.   
      
   The idea of using one's resources to ask a gal out on a date, however, *that*   
   was something new.  And here I am, 62!!  (Tell me about it!!)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)