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   Richard Silk to All   
   =?UTF-8?Q?2023=2F11=2F08_Wednesday=3A__C   
   08 Nov 23 12:20:47   
   
   From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   Whatever was dreamt about prior to around 4:30 AM is pretty much forgotten, if   
   there was any at all, but at some point *after* that, I fell back asleep, and   
   what all happened between then and getting up at around 7:30 AM was all what   
   one might call "off    
   the wall" (to put it mildly.)   
      
   At one point, the dreamer was viewing a vehicle pulling up outside (like in a   
   general yard parking area) and a guy (the driver?) got out (American left hand   
   drive) and a few folks with him, similar to a small office group going out to   
   lunch then coming    
   back to work.   
      
   What makes this unusual is where the dreamer had been while watching them   
   arrive:  sitting off to the left, thinking (himself?) to be alone, leaving a   
   "scat" behind on the sidewalk that ran along the front of the building,   
   thinking there to have been    
   something of a gap in the sidewalk, and using small squares of toilet paper   
   for cleaning up.   
      
   The people walked past, and trying to be as "unseen" (or unnoticed) as   
   possible, the dreamer felt the "end of job" need to get up, at which point, a   
   female from the group who had been walking past came over to say something to   
   the dreamer (squatter on    
   the sidewalk) regarding something about just using a toilet, or possibly   
   asking if any more toilet paper was needed.  The dreamer was a tad embarrassed   
   to have been noticed and really wasn't all that focused on what she was   
   saying, but did notice that    
   the sidewalk seemed fine, there was no sign of any "scat" that had been left   
   behind, no sign of any of the clean-up toilet paper that had been used, but   
   the dreamer *did* notice that the female had dropped something in such a   
   location that in order to    
   retrieve it, the dreamer made a move similar to looking under a bed (or a car)   
   in order to retrieve a few pieces of whatever had been dropped.   
      
   The dreamer was attempting to put the pieces back together, as they were   
   basically either a lighter or a perfume bottle of some kind, similar in   
   appearance to one of those "Febreze" plug ins with a clear-like container, and   
   similar to a butane lighter in    
   that it had a thin pipe going down into the body of the case, and it had a few   
   other bitsy components that didn't make much sense to the dreamer.   
      
   IRL, if I'm handed a lighter, I can "put the pieces back together" with   
   relative ease, be it a butane *or* a desk or Zippo® type lighter.  But the   
   bitty pieces in the dream (somewhat whitish looking, possibly plastic parts)   
   resulted in the dreamer    
   handing it all back to the woman and admitting being unable to put it back   
   together again, but maybe she could do a better job on her own time.  Clarity   
   8-.   
      
   Now whether this next part is a segment of the same dream (or not) is unclear,   
   but:  The dreamer found (himself?) walking along an area much like the outer   
   balcony area of an upper floor, perhaps 5 or 10 floors up, the kind of place   
   where a drop over the    
   side will likely result in certain death.   
      
   The dreamer had seen something off to the left and was towards it, when (he)   
   stopped himself and stumbled onto the floor of the balcony area, in a manner   
   of a *very* precarious, balance-type situation:  the weight of the dreamer's   
   torso was on the    
   supporting edge of the balcony, and *maybe* some of the upper part of the   
   dreamer's legs, but the dreamer's lower legs and feet were as if simply   
   extending into space, above where there was *no* balcony fencing or railing of   
   *any* kind:  In other words,    
   the dreamer had basically "caught himself" from walking right over the edge   
   and falling down, and was now in a kind of a "helpless turtle" type (supine)   
   position where it was felt there was no way to turn or roll without losing   
   balance / falling off the    
   ledge.   
      
   The dreamer actually considers as a last resort, calling for "HELP!" and does   
   so, a bit quietly at first, then with increasing volume, so that eventually   
   *someone* would be able to lend a hand and help (him) resume whatever daily   
   activity would be next.     
   This is one of those places where the dreamer is *verbally* saying (in this   
   case, shouting) something, rather than quietly thinking it, as much dream   
   conversation / words often appear more "mental" than "verbal" within dreams.   
      
   Well, surprise surprise, a sandy-blonde female (if platinum white were a 5,   
   classic blonde a 4, reddish tints a 3, brownish tints a 2, this was perhaps a   
   1, a *very* light shade of brownish, with *possibly* an ancestor's trace of   
   red) happens by and    
   starts having a discussion with the dreamer regarding getting out of the   
   dreamer's position.   
      
   The dreamer *had* been working on trying to find *some* type of "purchase"   
   (something to press against) for the feet / legs, and finding nothing, but as   
   the female walked onto / into the scene, there was suddenly something "there"   
   for the dreamer to    
   shove against, and (*really* weird:) the dreamer grabbed his own hair and   
   pulled himself back about 4" from the edge of the ledge.  The dreamer had   
   *also* seen a flag flying from an area across the gap yet of the same   
   wall-side of the same building, only    
   it was a blue and yellow flag (much like the Ukrainian flag of the year of   
   this writing, 2023.)   
      
   Thinking that was a rather curious maneuver, the dreamer considered trying it   
   *again* for some better distance, but (obviously) pulling one's own hair   
   actually does *not* work IRL.  How it had worked the first time is something   
   of a mystery, but it was *   
   as if* the hand that pulled the hair may have had an anchor source *other*   
   than the dreamer's physical (dream) body.   
      
   The female seemed to be asking the dreamer what the problem was, and the   
   dreamer was explaining (briefly) something about being unable to move without   
   falling off the ledge.   
      
   The female sort of "pointed out the obvious," that there was no drop, and then   
   (here's the odd part) the dreamer simply "got up" as if there had been no   
   problem whatsoever.  Clarity between 7 and 9+, 10- at times.   
      
      
   [continued in next message]   
      
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