On Sunday, December 17, 2023 at 8:28:39 AM UTC-7, Richard Silk wrote:   
   > On Thursday, December 14, 2023 at 9:03:17 AM UTC-6, sandy$ wrote:    
   > > On Wednesday, December 13, 2023 at 8:19:30 AM UTC-7, Richard Silk wrote:    
   > > > Buffet?    
   > > > The dreamer was standing in a line with an array of food items laid out   
   on a table, like how a line of people pass by and each diner picks items to   
   place on one's plate.    
   > > >    
   > > > The dreamer picked a slab of meat that looked to be around 1" thick and,   
   although it was shaped between a square and a circle, had a width dimension of   
   around 6" (diameter of circle, 6" x 6" as a square.)    
   > > >    
   > > > There was also some element similar to a pan of mashed potatoes, and   
   some innocuous element of choosing/declining what all was to be selected for   
   the plate. The dream was less than perfectly clear during the dreaming, so any   
   fuzziness (evaporation)    
   is more like a lack of clarity during the dream itself, clarity 8-.    
   > > >    
   > > > Alien blood samples:    
   > > > Aside from the dreamer, there was one other tech (technician, a person   
   capable of drawing blood using a needle/syringe/phlebotomist, could've been a   
   male *or* a female, it just wasn't clear in the dream) an alien (sort of an   
   amorphous figure of a    
   person, except imagine a skin of white, cloud-like (marshmallow?) appearance,   
   even though [he(?)] used human speech / language to some extent. There was   
   also another person, like a lady of perhaps her tougher 40s, maybe 50s, like a   
   "head nurse of the    
   clinic" type person. Only the alien / white cloud figure was different from   
   the others, assuming the dreamer was human as well.    
   > > >    
   > > > The action begins with the dreamer being given the task of drawing blood   
   *from* the white-cloudy-guy. There were no apparent veins or even arteries, so   
   the dreamer just jabbed the needle into the "cloudy guy's" forehead and   
   attempting to draw back    
   the plunger so as to fill the cylinder of the syringe with blood. (Obviously,   
   this was not the vacuum-type blood collection tubes used in most medical   
   facilities today.)    
   > > >    
   > > > Only about 0.1 ml of blood was collected (*maybe* 0.15? based on an   
   estimate of a photo of various syringes I just looked at online) and the   
   dreamer shows the syringe (containing red blood) asks the nurse plaintively,   
   fearing what the answer would    
   be, "Is this enough?"    
   > > >    
   > > > "No," says the nurse, flatly, and whether it was said or implied, the   
   message was clear: [Go back and get enough to fill the syringe.]    
   > > >    
   > > > The dreamer returned to the cloudy-white guy, who curiously enough   
   *could* have had my face, but if so, it was *obscured* by the full-white   
   envelope around him. I'd really like to describe this "alien" better, but how?   
   There's the "Stay-Puffed    
   Marshmallow Man" in the movie "Ghost Busters", but that actually looked like a   
   puffy, sailor-dressed marshmallow. The Pillsbury dough-boy looks like a pudgy   
   little figure made of dough. The alien looked humanoid, but with a *layer* of   
   cloud-whiteness for    
   flesh / skin.    
   > > >    
   > > > At any rate, the dreamer dutifully jabbed the needle back into the   
   forehead of the alien, still unable to see any veins or arteries (although the   
   dreamer was only scanning around the neck, rather than the arms or anywhere   
   else.)    
   > > >    
   > > > The alien spoke a word of admonishment, something like, "maybe that   
   other tech can give you some tips," as though the other tech obviously   
   understood the process and knew what s/he was doing. (I use "s/he" not because   
   of any "pronoun confusion,"    
   but because I'm unclear as to what actual gender the other person may have   
   been. That happens in dreams, ya know.)    
   > > >    
   > > > The dreamer had a job to do: to draw blood from the alien. So the   
   dreamer just jabbed the needle back into the alien's cloudy, white forehead   
   and drew back on the plunger of the syringe (in an attempt to draw more   
   blood.)    
   > > >    
   > > > There was the *sense* as the dream ended at that point, that the dreamer   
   either was *or would eventually be* successful, so the dream ended there,   
   clarity a bit "cloudy" as it were :-)    
   > > >    
   > > > I had a thought to dig out a voice recorder last night in order to take   
   some verbal notes in the middle of the night so as to remember a *batch* of   
   dreams (that have since evaporated) so those are about the only two that I   
   remember.    
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   > > Buffet    
   > > You must of been to a self serve place.   
   > That was my impression of the scene during the dream itself.   
   > > That was a really large piece of meat.   
   > That did cross my mind as well, but I also had a thought akin to: "Maybe   
   this is how much this dream person actually eats?!?!?"   
   > > Did you remember to put gravy on those potatoes??   
   > Actually, the *last* potatoes I ate IRL (in real life) were "au gratin"   
   (like cheesy-potato balls) and thus required no gravy. The food stuff in the   
   dream reminded me of those. (My sister Sherry sent some "Omaha Steaks" food to   
   my mother for    
   Thanksgiving, IRL.) Other than that, I usually make those instant type that   
   come in a pouch, add 2 cups boiling water, and *done*! Add butter, *maybe*   
   gravy if available, but even bacon grease works well. Making gravy is   
   something I actually never really    
   learned, other than something like adding flour to the grease??   
   > > I also liked your alien blood dream.   
   > You'll *never* guess what happened in the day(s) following that dream!    
   >    
   > A *photo* (a "selfie!") of Gina appeared in some content sent to me over the   
   internet! (I suspect "my heart bleeds for Gina" or "I bleed Gina" may be some   
   type of applicable turn of phrase. Speaking of which, I had at *least* one   
   *major* dream about    
   her last night / this morning— Still working on getting it posted into the   
   newsgroup.)   
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       Well Dick, There is nothing better than "real mashed" potatoes.  Just   
   peal,  cut into chunks, cook in a little water, then add butter and whole milk   
   and mash. I use my electric beaters as it is a lot quicker.   
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
                                                                                    
   Sandy$   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)