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|    Richard Silk to All    |
|    2023/12/20 (Wednesday): (Happy Winter So    |
|    20 Dec 23 11:38:39    |
   
   From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   OK, I had 4 or 5 good points to write up this morning. Now that I'm here at   
   the keyboard, not having taken any notes, recall is gonna be interesting, as   
   *so much* has evaporated. Will recall all that I can... (Tip to readers /   
   dreamers: *WRITE THEM    
   DOWN* upon waking! (Or at *least* take title notes!!)   
      
   Vehicle w/recessed trunk: The dreamer needs to travel from point A to point B,   
   and is taking a rather *quality* type vehicle to do so (with a *sense* of   
   being a dark purple *or* maroon-like *coupe or sedan*/muscle car, as a Dodge   
   Challenger SRT / 807 HP,    
   or Charger SRT Hellcat, 807 HP) and is driving along a path similar to heading   
   SE along the NW portion of Broad Street (in Murfreesboro) in the right lane,   
   then takes a right lane that bends off to the right (almost like a pit row   
   maneuver, but on a city    
   street) and parks along the right side of the street (thus facing possibly   
   southwest than anything else) and steps out of the vehicle.   
      
   There's a *sense* that the driver (a guy) locks the car. There's a *sense*   
   that there's something *close to* the size of a trumpet case, *secured inside*   
   a portion of the rear end of the vehicle (the area from behind the rear-most   
   (passenger?) seat(s)    
   to the rear bumper) (behind the rear window) in the area in which a retracting   
   convertible top might go, but in this case, it was for securing valuables,   
   sort of like a recessed "trunk within a trunk."   
      
   There's a *sense* that whatever container has been secured inside the   
   recessed, inner "compartment" *may* be filled with either coins or gems,   
   possibly both. That whatever was inside the container seemed *valuable* (of   
   great value) was *clearly* "sensed.   
   " (There was no actual observation of what was *inside* the container.)   
      
   There was a *sense* (again, not clearly observed, but *sensed*) that there was   
   a guy standing nearby, who commented on the car itself, almost as if sizing it   
   up for theft (although *the vehicle itself* (perhaps the dreamer?) seemed   
   "unconcerned" with    
   theft!)   
      
   There's a "heard" line or two: "That's a {Dodge Challenger!}" (almost like,   
   "Oooh! A Ferrari!") and a confirmation from the dreamer.   
      
   Now, granted, this *is* a recall from a *nearly evaporated* state. What   
   *could* have been overheard was:   
   "Is that a {Dodge Charger?}" and the dreamer *could* have replied, "Yes" *or*   
   "No, it's a {different model.}"   
      
   In other words, the identity of the vehicle was discussed and *clearly   
   identified* within the dream, although the *recall* of that identification   
   *appears* *absolutely variable.* (In other words, if someone observes a rock,   
   is it *that* important as to    
   whether it is igneous, sedimentary, or metamorphic? In a particular context,   
   sure! In others— ???) Original clarity: 8-ish. Upon recall? 6-ish.   
      
   {Mathilda May} reference (imdb.com/title/tt0089489/characters/nm0000528):   
      
   The dreamer was in a room, possibly seated at a desk or somehow occupied doing   
   something (possibly even typing at a computer!) which, if set on stage, would   
   be at extreme upstage right (the audience's left) facing left. The   
   "perspective of the narrative    
   mind" (if you will) was at or slightly above front center stage, like above   
   where a front-centered orchestra pit might be, yet not out in 1st row of the   
   audience.   
      
   A small group of people (maybe 3 to 5?) were having some type of discussion,   
   again, if set on a stage, at downstage center (along a back wall, if you will,   
   as the scene was of something like a classroom or possibly of some utilitarian   
   purpose) discussing    
   something that was leading *toward* naming a specific person.   
      
   The dreamer simply spoke aloud (as if not really listening to the discussion,   
   yet had the name anyways) the name of a female, *something like* {Mathilda   
   May} (see above reference link) *although* it *may* have been that of someone   
   else, female, known in    
   media, yet *not* of pop fame (like Taylor Swift) or super-stardom level. To   
   be clear, it could have been *anyone's* name (of a "known" female) it's just   
   that I'm using M. May's name as an example during this write-up.   
      
   As the group continued their sentence, the name (similar to {Mathilda May})   
   was spoken aloud, in the tone of voice that indicates, "Yes! That's right!"   
   although the discussion basically ended at the end of that sentence, and the   
   dream ended as well,    
   original clarity, around 8+ (being moderately well lit.)   
      
   In another dream, this one only *barely* remembered, and *possibly* related to   
   the one just previously journaled (written up) the dreamer was somehow pushing   
   a *chain* of *at least* 4 boxes, each of perhaps 1'³ (1 cubic foot, 1'x1'x1'   
   in size, maybe as    
   many as 6 or so) across a floor, by pushing the rear-most box, which in turn   
   pushed all the boxes ahead of it (as a simple line of applied force in action.)   
      
   About the only thing else I can remember about this scene is that others *may*   
   have been observing it, as if they may have needed whatever was in the boxes,   
   and the dreamer simply "pushed the supply chain along." Clarity 8+   
   originally, yet 8- at recall.   
      
   If the other dream(s) (I seem to recall there were at least 4 or 5) come back   
   to mind, I'll try my best to post them as an update.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)   
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