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|    Richard Silk to All    |
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|    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]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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