From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   Last night (starting Saturday evening, 12/30 going into 12/31) was *rather   
   peculiar* for a number of reasons:   
      
   I heard/found my elderly mother (IRL) as if in a type of "distress" yet not   
   "urgent" distress, more like heartbroken sorrow.   
      
   She'd gone to bed *early* (like around 4 PM!) due to feeling (increasingly)   
   tired.  Turns out her occasional "Oxygen!" calls were actually minor "panic   
   attacks" that I found out (thanks to an oximeter) had *possibly nothing* to do   
   with her O2 saturation    
   levels, but (due to increasing age / decreasing motivation / mobility) may   
   simply be indicative of the body keeping the heart pumping.... (more of a   
   mental / spiritual issue, rather than an arterial blockage, etc.  But hey, I'm   
   no cardiologist.  For all    
   I know, her left (or right!) ventricle may be collecting sediment-like   
   particles from the blood stream)— at any rate, she was calling for me to   
   tell me that she had "more bad news" and while I was concerned she may have   
   simply had an accident with her    
   OLPs (Old Lady Pants, adult/geriatric diapers / underwear) she continued to   
   tell me that she'd just had news that Marilyn had died.   
      
   OK, first, Mom had been resting / napping / sleeping in her bedroom, and she   
   has no phones in that room, no TV or computers, so I knew right away she'd   
   been talking about a dream.  I tried discussing it with her, but she continued   
   to behave as if under    
   the belief that her 2nd (middle) daughter had died.   
      
   To help out with what would inevitably follow the next day, I called Marilyn   
   last night, and spent over 3½ hours talking with her (which is *unique* in   
   this lifetime!) eventually impressing upon her the need to call or visit Mom   
   the following day (today,   
    Sunday.)   
      
   Now for the interesting part:   
      
   I was awakened *at least twice* last night (at odd hours, like 2 AM-ish, 4   
   AM-ish) and *each time* I'd been awakened, I was aware that I'd been having a   
   rather continuous dream experience involving discussion of some sort, even   
   though upon waking, I    
   could remember *nothing whatsoever* about the dream(s) other than the   
   disturbing thought that the dream had been disturbed and that there was *zero*   
   recall of what had *just* been interrupted.  Like, possibly, a *stream* of   
   "dark consciousness" had been    
   flowing through, interrupted twice, and with no recollection of the darkness   
   itself.  I'd like to classify those two (possibly one, yet possibly   
   "interrupted") dream segment as "clarity 0."  That is, I was aware that I'd   
   been dreaming, yet had *ZERO*    
   recollection of the content.  No specific words, no images, no narratives,   
   nada.   
      
   Now we get to the time period *between* 4 AM and sometime around / after dawn   
   / daybreak:   
   There had been an *amazing* dream with some *interesting* elements, even   
   though it started out as a typical "clarity 7" (symbolic) wherein the dreamer   
   was in some way moving / traveling / gliding *underground* as if underneath   
   some building/structure.  (   
   Imagine a series of dwellings, perhaps like a linear motel with    
   erial/contiguous rooms, and this view was *as if* through the *crawlspace* or   
   possibly basements of such a linear structure.  Another similar structure is   
   the ballast area of a sea-going    
   vessel, where there are "baffles" that help prevent flooding from any   
   penetration of the hull beneath the water line:  Water that flows into one   
   area is unable to flow into any other area due to water-tight hatches, or   
   possibly fully intact bulkheads.)   
      
   So using the "basement / crawlspace" analogy, the dreamer is observing a   
   *person* (seemingly of 20-ish age level) of *dark* appearance, as in "not very   
   bright" or "not well lit," possibly even wearing "dark clothing," yet   
   regardless, of a darker    
   appearance (as contrasted with a "lighter" appearance.  NOTE:  This *could* be   
   a reference to my own, personal "personality/character" from that age.)   
      
   The person was moving in a line from right-to-left, so I'm gonna lay this out   
   without using compass points, but "stage directions"— from "stage left" to   
   "stage right" as the dreamer's perspective was akin to that of a person *in*   
   the audience seating    
   area, yet *on the exact, same level* as the character.   
      
   For instance, a member in the audience is likely looking *upward* to the   
   stage, or possibly *downward* towards the stage, yet there *may* be a row in   
   the seating area where the viewer is *at* stage level.  This was the dreamer's   
   "level perspective."   
      
   Now consider that a person *seated* in the audience sees things going "right   
   to left" but *stays* in the *same point,* without moving.  In this case, the   
   dreamer's perspective *is moving* perfectly perpendicular to the character   
   being viewed.  As the    
   person travels right to left, so does the dreamer's perspective, as if the   
   dreamer's perspective *is* the person's astral body, maintaining exact   
   relative position with the person/character.   
      
   On to the dream action itself:   
      
   The character approaches what could be called the "outer curtain wall" of the   
   above-ground structure and actually just goes right through it, as if there'd   
   been some kind of crawl-space access hatch that had been open.   
      
   The character (and the dreamer's viewing perspective as well!) continues   
   (through the under-space) to the next (leftward) area (as if through a   
   supporting wall structure that went from ground-to-through-floor-to-ceiling)   
   only this time, there were slight    
   delays, as if the character had been "punching through" some type of access   
   points between the units of the motel rooms above.   
      
   The dreamer comes to a type of "stopping point" at which there was some type   
   of "element" / "artifice" / "rig" that was present within the sub-floor area   
   through which the character (and dreamer) had been moving / traveling (from   
   right to left.)   
      
   The structure that "caught" the character's (thus the dreamer's) attention was   
   *like* a stick that had been stuck through into the under-zone through which   
   the character (and dreamer) had been traveling.  Somewhere along that stick   
   had been something *   
   like* a spool of thread (or fishing line, possibly string) and at the *end* of   
   the stick there appeared to be some kind of *element* (again, this is mostly   
   the "symbolic" part of the dream, clarity "7") which reminded the dreamer a   
   *bit* of a fishing rod    
   with line and bait, although such clear items were *not* "seen," but simply   
   "similar to" what was being viewed.   
      
      
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