From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   Orchestra (?) performance:  The dreamer was feeling around early 20s, possibly   
   30s', and was in a setting *very much like* preparing to get stage-ready for   
   either an orchestra or wind ensemble type performance, when the dreamer   
   realized (he) did *not*    
   have (his) trumpet (sensed as a silver trumpet, likely the Bach Strad I used   
   to play in high school / college, serial #56347, but was later stolen IRL) and   
   needed to leave the scene in order to go get it.  Clarity frustrating,   
   otherwise, 8-ish.   
      
   Car attack:  This dream is *very likely* a part of the preceding scenario, as   
   it also involves a trumpet, this time in a case, within a car, seemingly   
   within a closed, rear trunk area.   
      
   For whatever reason, the dreamer was driving the car, as if needing to go   
   forward to get from the current point A to the destination point B, only the   
   would only go in reverse, and even went backwards across a rather busy road,   
   similar to US-231 N (   
   Memorial Blvd) near the intersection of East Northfield, but feeling wider /   
   busier even that what it already is (IRL.)   
      
   Regardless, the dreamer and the car made it backwards across the high-traffic   
   capacity intersection, and on (what in IRL would be) the east side of US-231   
   (on Northfield) the vehicle stopped while the dreamer tried to regain   
   composure after what had been    
   a stressful event (the car only going backwards, even though the dreamer had   
   been *thinking* forwards.)   
      
   It was at this time that there was a small gang-like group of thugs (sorta   
   like antifa, homeless, BLM, you name it— the lawless left) who were trying   
   to get into the vehicle by accessing a gap through a passenger-side window   
   (that had been down maybe    
   an inch) and what happened next was a bit too rapid to describe, but resulted   
   in the dreamer realizing that any resistance to the evil that was invading   
   would only result in violence, possibly injury / death, so the dreamer simply   
   exited the vehicle and    
   even held out the keys to the thugs (although for some reason, the key ring   
   itself seemed to be in parts at this point.)   
      
   The thugs were pretty much eager to take the car (which was dark   
   bronze/coppery/brown in color) which had some kind of make/model emblem on it,   
   having something to do with it being a "Royal King" or something *like* that.   
      
   The dreamer was observing all this and thinking something along the lines of   
   "Resist NOT evil" and that it was / is only a physical hunk of materialism, an   
   inanimate object of sorts, although the dreamer's trumpet was still in the   
   trunk of the car, and    
   the dreamer could *see* the trumpet in the trunk, nearly just like having   
   X-Ray vision, but simply spoke to the thugs in a very declarative, definitive   
   manner:  "Leave my trumpet alone."   
      
   The meaning *and* the effect was something akin to: [You can take what you   
   like, but mess not with my trumpet.]   
      
   It *felt* as if the dreamer had *saved* or *claimed* the trumpet.  The dream   
   ended immediately at that point, clarity 9.   
      
   Car thru water:  The dreamer was again in a car, this time seated in the back   
   (bench-type) seat with a few other people, likely a 5-seater with 2 up front,   
   and 3 in the rear, with the dreamer being either center rear or    
   river-left-side rear.   
      
   And, curiously enough, this was *another* car that was traveling *backwards,*   
   this time going down about a 15° slope, and into water that was *over the top   
   of* the vehicle.   
      
   The dreamer said (urged!) the driver to simply "Keep going!  Go fast before   
   the engine dies—" (from being underwater) and sure enough, the vehicle began   
   to emerge into a dry area where the water level was below the wheels of the   
   car.   
      
   One note about the water, however, is that it was as if it were of a liquid /   
   form that is *lighter* than water.  No idea as to what else all that may have   
   been about, but the clarity was otherwise 9.   
      
   Group of elderly folk:  The dreamer saw a group of at *least* 20 or perhaps   
   30+ of elderly folk (age 60s+) seated in neat, orderly rows, in individual   
   chairs, all facing "ahead" being basically to the dreamer's right, as the   
   dreamer was as if a row or    
   two ahead of the other folk, and saw them all to the dreamer's left.  IF the   
   dreamer had been facing north, then all the elderly folk were to the dreamer's   
   west, and they were all facing east.  To be "clear," the back of the room of   
   elderly folk was    
   beyond the picture frame, so to speak.  There's really no limit as to *how*   
   many there may have been seated there.   
      
   Someone in the "front" row, right, *near* the dreamer, said something to the   
   dreamer, but either it wasn't loud enough or clear enough to be of much   
   significance to the dreamer, as whatever was said has become evaporated, and   
   was never clearly    
   distinguished even during the dream.  Clarity 9-.   
      
   A quick word on a *rather awkward* dream from yesterday (Monday) morning   
   before waking: the dreamer became aware (as if awakening from sleep) on a bed,   
   to the left of which was a black person, whom the dreamer originally thought   
   to be female, and    
   wondering why he had ended up in bed with a black woman.  It wasn't "out of   
   the realm of possibility," simply that the dreamer had no recollection of   
   having gone *to* bed with a black woman, or anyone else for that matter, so   
   the question was more like, "   
   How did I get here?  How did this happen?"   
      
   At that point, the black person began to wake up, to get out of bed, and   
   suddenly the dreamer's *perspective* was *smaller* than that of the black   
   person, as if the dreamer had possibly been a large dog or cat or something.   
      
   The black person then appeared to be clearly male, and the dreamer was even   
   *more* confused as to *how* could this situation be occurring?  (The idea of   
   being in the perspective of a pet animal starts to make better sense at this   
   point.)   
      
   For whatever reason, the dreamer gets the impression that the black guy might   
   have been a drag queen, and possibly too proud of his "package" to have had it   
   fully removed, as it was of larger-than-one-would-*ever*-imagine, and   
   thankfully, the person    
   exited the door to the left, as if leaving a small apartment, perhaps.   
      
   The dreamer had the distinct impression that a demon had just left the   
   dreamer's presence, and was thankful it was gone.  Clarity 9++, except that it   
   was never really clear in what type of body the dreamer had actually been, or   
   why this scene even    
   occurred in the first place.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)