From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   So I had some *peculiar* dreams last night / this morning, although what   
   *really* "came to mind" was during a "quiet time" between having let the dog   
   out for a brief period in the morning, and the next "call to action" that came   
   around day break.   
      
   Of those, one of the things I recall *almost* clearly was the *voice* of   
   someone with a clear, *dark* (male) baritone voice, one that *possibly* was   
   bordering upon the bass range, but *definitely* was "deeper" than a tenor.  I   
   mean, if I'd met the guy in    
   a choir somewhere, I'd have *really* enjoyed hearing him sing (provided he   
   could carry a tune) *but* there was a "sense" about his voice that brought   
   with it some "alarm / suspicion" in that the dreamer *sensed* the voice to be   
   coming from someone *   
   tempting* the dreamer to succumb to "evil" / do the devil's bidding, as it   
   were.   
      
   Regardless, the snippet that was "heard" was very short, akin to someone   
   turning a dial across a radio tuner, to find a particular station, and going   
   right over a paused point between twists of the knob.  (Older technology used   
   this all the time, hence    
   the word "tuner" or "radio dial," whereas modern radios are basically all   
   programmable buttons.)  If I could *think* of someone with a matching style /   
   tone / clarity / pitch, I'd readily share it.  The clarity of the tone of his   
   voice was amazing, as    
   most folk have "soft" toned voices, except for some females who have "shrill"   
   voices.   
      
   Meanwhile, I found some "notes (titles) jotted down after waking" from earlier   
   this month, and I'm *fairly* sure I forgot to post them, so here goes:   
      
   1) Dreamer and Gina in a car.   
   Sorry, no recollection, which is curious, as nearly *every* Gina-related dream   
   is *significantly* memorable to me.   
   2) Spring hats / calculator.   
   All I can even barely recall is that the dreamer was observing hats on some   
   people, and the hats had something atop them that acted like a spring in some   
   manner, *possibly* like a jack-in-the-box, and that there was something   
   "calculator" involved    
   associated with the hats.  Seriously, that's a fairly good recall considering   
   there's essentially zero recall :-)   
   3) People at *and leaving* a wedding party.   
   Sorry, no recall whatsoever.  *Just on a hunch,* it *may* have been associated   
   with the earlier dream regarding the dreamer and Gina in a car.   
   4) Death sentence / people to dough / "steal"   
   That's what is written on the note card.  Other than that?  No idea.   
   5) (handwriting *nearly* illegible):  Girl w/{unusual receptors}(?) (again,   
   difficult to read the writing.) The next line says:   
   (a bit - like spidery)   
   — again, no idea.   
   This *next* one, however, *THAT* is the one that "stuck" through the day!  I   
   can even remember *much* of it even now!   
   6) Silvery hand over tree fork.   
   The dreamer is looking at something akin to the lower section of a tree (at   
   *about* 5½' eye level) where from that point upward there are two main   
   trunks, like how a tree does a Y split going upward, and from that point   
   downward, there is only one trunk,   
    that goes into the ground (where the roots are located.)  And yes, I *get*   
   that it *may well be* perfectly analogous to the dreamer (in this case, "me")   
   viewing one's own family tree:  the trunk is the dreamer, and the Y split   
   upwards represents *either*   
    the parents leading *to* the dreamer, *or* the future path(s) *of* the   
   dreamer, even of children.  (The "parents" / ancestors would *likely* be more   
   analogous to the roots, but hey, there was little-to-no actually narration, at   
   least, none that I can    
   recall verbatim or even nearly so.)   
      
   Now hanging downward *from* the Y fork is a *silvery forearm*/hand, perfectly   
   articulate (not "cartoony" in any way) (in other words, from the elbow joint   
   to the finger tips, although the elbow was unseen, as if it had been on the   
   *other* side of the Y    
   fork.)   
      
   Here's where it gets "interesting":  The dreamer had some control over some   
   *thing* that led to the backside / upper area of the tree, up to the fork, so   
   that by "pulling" on (whatever) it activated the silvery hand, *much like* how   
   a rope and pulley    
   system (or lever system) works, except that the hand was articulate, as if   
   pulling on the (invisible rope) activated the hand, yet not as in a "perfectly   
   robotic" fashion.   
      
   Now what I *think* that may all be about is that my elderly mother is nearly   
   94 (and slowly approaching the vegetative state of old age) and as she had a   
   stroke (TIA) back around this past April, she's now missing the "upper half"   
   of her field of vision    
   of *both* eyes, and the WHOLE left half as well, thus she only "sees" the   
   lower-right quarter of *anything.*  Imagine if you were looking at a *wall*   
   and that wall filled your entire field of vision:  Now imagine that wall is a   
   view of the outdoors:  Now    
   imagine you can *only* see the lower right quadrant of that wall (from 3   
   o'clock to 6 o'clock on a clock face, including the center point where the   
   hands meet.)  That's called: "Superior Homonymous hemianopsia — visual field   
   loss on the left side (*and*   
    upper half) of both eyes."   
      
   So daily, I have the duty of helping her around from point A to point B on   
   various occaisions, such as from / to her walker / reclining chair / etc.   
      
   The "brain damage" from her T.I.A. *instantly* wiped out her "situational   
   awareness"— in the E.R. that day, being examined, she knew her name,   
   address, the president, the date, but when the attendant asked her if she knew   
   where she was, she replied "In    
   my recliner in the living room" when she was actually in a hospital bed in the   
   E.R.   
      
   Well, that was "on a good day" as ever since, her "mental navigation" through   
   those waters has been slowly reducing the domain through which her mind   
   journeys back and forth to "reality."  Yes, it's had some challenges, but as I   
   have some (comparatively *   
   light!*) "dain bramage" of my own, I do empathize (on occasion) with her being   
   seemingly oblivious to various things she's talking about.  In other words,   
   she's "still with it" in *many* ways, yet "on vacation" in other areas,   
   *largely* due to the stroke    
   / brain damage.   
      
   At any rate, I'm fairly certain that's what that "silvery arm" dream was all   
   about.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)