From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   Early this morning, like perhaps between 3 AM and 5 AM (sorry, didn't think to   
   check the time) I was half-asleep, with an idea on my mind, regarding   
   unification / reunification, namely, between that of myself and Gina, and also   
   how Jesus taught / teaches    
   Salvation (aka Unity, Oneness, Wholeness) and I was envisioning two lines   
   coming together, as if Gina and I were a broken relationship being reunited as   
   one element (of course, that's now exactly how the male/female relationship   
   function *except* as when    
   married, especially during sex, but perhaps I was thinking without fully   
   "thinking it through" at that time) using the images of a \ sloped line   
   uniting with a / sloped line, thus forming a *single* v shape.   
      
   As I *was* rousing for some reason (likely to "go drain a kidney," as my dear   
   old dad used to say) I reached over to the small, "stupid phone" on my window   
   sill (to the west, beneath which is where I keep my bed, oriented north-south,   
   so I can look out    
   on the night / day / weather / whatever) and my hand landed on something   
   uniquely slimy, which was *immediately* identifiable as to what it was, and   
   then immediately rolled over to fling it into the waste basket (to the east)   
   thinking "I'll deal with    
   that in the morning."   
      
   Fortunately, the slime was so little that somehow it did not goop on my   
   fingers, so there was no overt need to vigorously wipe them (it) off (I think   
   it was *maybe* only one finger that touched the slime.)   
      
   A bit later, perhaps closer to 5 AM, I needed to get up again, and decided to   
   turn on the overhead light to check that "night visitor" (thought / hoped) to   
   be in the trash basket, only to find that a full, inch-long (or possibly   
   longer) ("garden variety")   
    slug was "hanging out" on the edge of the basket, possibly on a piece of   
   tissue that was over the plastic baggy liner.   
      
   So, knowing that killing a slug is "bad ju-ju" of its own hell, I retrieved   
   the slug in some of the trash tissue of the basket, made my way to the back   
   door, then flung the critter out into the wet grass off to the right of the   
   driveway/patio area.   
      
   It was still dark outside; it had been raining / drizzling most of the night,   
   and I had *no* care whatsoever over where that slug may have landed, other   
   than it was now "outside" and "in the wet grass" where it belonged.   
      
   So why am I writing all this up?   
      
   *WHERE* did that slug *come from?!?!?*  And *HOW* did it get up onto my flip   
   phone on the window sill?  *EVEN IF* it had come indoors on the coat of the   
   dog, *even then* it would have had one *horrendous* journey across a dusty rug   
   under the bed, up a    
   dry, paneled wall, and up over a ledge, onto the cover of the flip phone.   
      
   At any rate, as I sat down to start typing up my dreams from last night / this   
   morning, it occurred to me that the v shape I'd been contemplating the moment   
   before touching the slug in the dark is the unique shape of the "optical   
   tentacles."   
      
   Oddly enough, researching the "parts of a slug" and the "life cycle" of a   
   slug, I *think* I may have just explained another dream that occurred before   
   waking, but will simply get back to writing up the dreams, such as they   
   occurred.   
      
   The Newspaper?   
   The dreamer (male) was seated as if upstage left, the camera's right, facing   
   center stage / north-northwest, with a female to the dreamer's right, facing   
   the dreamer (facing due west) acting in a semi-flirtatious manner, so as to   
   get the dreamer to do    
   something she wanted.   
      
   He was holding something like a newspaper, perhaps a tad smaller than a   
   traditionally-sized newspaper, more like one of those (larger rather than   
   smaller) magazine (newspaper) inserts, as if to shield his face (and possibly   
   his lap) from whatever was    
   north of his position.   
      
   She kept wanting him to lower his paper, which made him suspicious, and sure   
   enough, there were at least a hundred folk watching to see what he would do in   
   response to the female's temptations (well, around 20–30 easily were   
   visible, as the rest were    
   back off in the distance.)   
      
   Seeing all the people watching, and probably because the dreamer was   
   suspicious from the start, he basically told the female "No" and went back to   
   his paper, end of temptation, end of dream, clarity 8+.   
      
   The Home Location?   
   The dreamer was pulling up to a kind of building / structure, something that   
   *seemed* a bit like "home" to the dreamer, with a feeling *as if* somewhere   
   along the west side of Murfreesboro, like along John Rice Blvd, with a feel   
   similar to Asbury Lane,    
   however, this was something of a hodgepodge of feelings, as the scene location   
   in the dream is *only similar* to those areas in real life.   
      
   At any rate, the dreamer is coming to the structure as if to sleep, to rest,   
   or something, and although it's a bit unclear, it's as if there's a guy there   
   also, as if he was planning on sleeping nearby, possibly in a different bed,   
   or possibly they share    
   a bedroom on different shifts.  (There was no "relationship" sensed between   
   the two characters.  In fact, the "other guy" felt a bit like an unexpected   
   visitor to the dreamer, who, although he wanted to get some sleep, was   
   less-than-inhospitable as to    
   presuming to drive the other person out.)   
      
   There was some slight discussion along the lines of [What's up? / What's going   
   on?] which resulted in the dreamer having some type of understanding that the   
   other person had as much purpose in being there as did the dreamer, and that   
   there was no actual    
   conflict over any of the physical items (such as the structure, the room, or   
   the bed(s) for that matter) as if saying that the other guy was leaving   
   anyways, rendering any discussion or debate a moot point.  Clarity 8+   
      
   The Job?   
   While there was the scene (above) regarding a home location / sleeping area,   
   there was also a dream *with a similar feel* to it regarding a job for which   
   the dreamer needed to get there *directly* but the dreamer was feeling tired,   
   to the point of    
   deciding between calling in as absent, or calling in to report he was going to   
   be 15 minutes late.   
      
   This internal debate, as to whether to call in absent, call in late (or even   
   how late to be expected) or show up on time, with the feeling that the   
   dreamer's *job* was on the line, was still going on when the dream ended,   
   clarity 8+.   
      
   I *think* this was about when the slug on the flip phone incident occurred,   
   which may well explain the next dream:   
      
   Multiple Belly Buttons??   
      
   [continued in next message]   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)