From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   Last night/this morning, there were many, *many* dreams, with *lots* of   
   detail, so much that it would be better for me (time-wise/work-wise) to skip   
   many of the details and simply stick to the *bare bones* of what they   
   involved, which will get a bit    
   easier as they tend to evaporate, however, one "peculiar" dream will be   
   sticking around a bit....   
      
   Starting with a pet (dog) and a bear:  The dreamer was in a rural-ish setting   
   (such as in the past, as how Asbury Lane was *county*-country but *just* off   
   the interstate) and the dreamer was viewing a stretch of land (similar to the   
   "old lane" that had    
   become overgrown through the decades and was now just "land" between two rows   
   of bushes / trees) and as the dreamer spotted the dog, the dreamer *also*   
   noticed a (*probably* black) bear off in the distance beyond the dog. The   
   dreamer seemed focused on    
   getting the dog to come to the dreamer (as one would call a dog "inside" the   
   home, to safety) *rather* than noticing the bear, and possibly ending up dead   
   (or eaten) as a result.  The dream ended before resolution was concluded.   
   Clarity 8+/9-.  I seem to    
   have noticed a *pattern* of my dreams ending before resolution was concluded.    
   This may well be a sign of something I need to work on, personally.   
      
   There was a scene at something like a mall-type store (such as a Wal*Mart)   
   with employees who seemed to include a line of dancing girls (similar to the   
   Radio City Rockettes) that were traveling in an arc-path, through a main   
   "action alley" of the store,    
   as if there may have been on a narrow, flat, low train pulled by a tow motor,   
   although that's just to describe their motion, rather than what was actually   
   seen.  I seem to recall there was a bit more to this dream, but it's one of   
   those "mostly    
   evaporated already" scenes, so moving on (clarity 8+/9-.)   
      
   There was some type of scenario involving a small church, similar to Grace   
   Lutheran on East Clark Blvd, possibly involving a row of trees, similar to the   
   line of the southern edge of Grace's property / parking area, and possibly   
   something regarding a    
   matter of perspectives, between the dreamer and one of the pastors of that   
   church.  What I can recall is that the dreamer was "in the right," so to   
   speak, and left the property, which is very close to how things played out   
   over time IRL, but that's    
   another story.  Clarity (mostly evaporated.)   
      
   Let's get into the "peculiar" dreams:  There were perhaps two segments, but   
   I'll put them together into a single plot-line, as that's how it tends to make   
   the most "logical" reading order / sense:   
      
   The dreamer had apparently been shopping, or at least in the process of food   
   preparation, as there were 5 brats in parts of the following scenes (a brat is   
   a slightly larger, slightly plumper hot dog than a typical, average hot dog,   
   but *smaller* in    
   length than the classic foot-longs of baseball and football concession stand   
   notoriety.)   
      
   The dreamer was in either an empty O.R. (operating room) or a just-vacated   
   hospital room (possibly in an E.R. setting) wherein the patient who was no   
   longer there had been Gina.  There were blood-spatters here and there, as if   
   someone who had been    
   bleeding or recently come into contact with fresh blood had brushed up against   
   the otherwise white patient bed in the room.   
      
   The dreamer was picking up some items of note, namely, one of those   
   name-ID-bands they place around a patient's wrist, at it was jusy lying upon   
   the floor, and there was possibly some other object or two that the dreamer   
   gathered up, almost with the    
   feeling as if collecting keepsakes / memorabilia, possibly even souvenirs.    
   There was definitely a feeling of "cherished items" connected to the content   
   picked up, the most notable of which was the ID band, and curiously, the 5   
   brats.  The funny thing    
   about the brats is that they were *not* in a single package, as one would pick   
   up a package of perhaps 6 or 12 together from a store, but they were   
   individually about, loosely, as a group in an area of the room.   
      
   There was another guy, around perhaps his early 20s to early 30s, with   
   blondish-brownish ("sandy blonde"?) hair, who *looked* like he could have been   
   one of my sons (*possibly* Logan, possibly someone else, but did not have the   
   sense of "Charles," who    
   would've been clearly identifiable, one would think) who was also in the room,   
   collecting some other material(s) that was about the room— stuff having the   
   appearance of colored (red and blue) noodles, only more of a plastic-like   
   material than pasta-   
   like, and there was a bit of it strewn about the room, which made basically   
   zero sense.   
      
   But the guy was cleaning it up, and there was a kind of look/feel between the   
   two, the guy and the dreamer, as if the guy was wondering about the dreamer,   
   "What are *you* doing here?" at which point, the dreamer exited / that scene   
   ended.   
      
   The next scene "picks up" with the dreamer standing in a graveyard, apparently   
   alone on a well-lit (sunny?) day, at one of those areas where there are no   
   standing tomb stones, but rather the flat, ground marker-type indicators.   
      
   The one directly in front of the downward view of the dreamer was one of those   
   "eternal flame" gas pipes, similar to the one at the grave of JFK, with a   
   burning flame coming out of it, flickering roughly 4"–6" in height, and the   
   narrative, omniscient    
   mind within the dream identified it as "Gina's grave."  Curiously enough, the   
   first thought of the dreamer was along the lines of:  "If the {v   
   lume/feed/output} of that pipe were cut in half, it would cut the cost in   
   half."   
      
   And just like that, the flame was reduced in height to only 2"–3" in height.   
      
   The next thought / question in mind was along the lines of:  "I've always   
   wondered how those things are controlled—"   
      
      
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    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)