From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   Today is my oldest son's 32â�¿áµˆ birthday.  "Happy Birthday, Son!" 🠠 
   ° 🎉 🎶   
      
   There was, however, a *rather interesting* dream / experience this morning   
   right around 4 AM (possibly 4:30) wherein the dreamer was in an amicable   
   discussion with Gina, as if in her bedroom or such.   
      
   The dreamer was a *bit* surprised at being *in* this situation:  she wasn't   
   arguing, fighting, calling for backup, nothing, just listening / conversing   
   with the dreamer.   
      
   There was some very distinct dialogue going on here as well, and while I   
   *could've* recited it "verbatim" upon waking, what follows is "as close as I   
   can get it" this late in the morning (it's around 9:30 AM.)   
      
   The dreamer was mentioning to her how sorry he was for not having explained   
   that night in her dorm room that he believed in "Marriage before sex" which is   
   why there'd been no intercourse that evening (Thursday, October 15th, 1981)   
   and that it was not    
   meant to be any kind of slur or insult on her beauty, but rather a respect   
   *of* her as a person.   
      
   She gave a very curt reply, something *along* the lines of [no matter]— more   
   like: [That's not an issue.]   
      
   In fact, the very next moment, the dreamer was feeling *as if* she was luring   
   him into her arms for completing that very objective.   
      
   The dreamer was *thinking* along the lines of, "No, no, we need to be married   
   *first*" when there appeared to be some type of ointment about her "lower   
   lips" (to put it politely.)  (*Note:  If you've ever witnessed the "white   
   grease" of an umbilical cord    
   during a live birth, then you know the color / texture of the ointment being   
   referenced.)   
      
   The next thing the dreamer knew, he had his mouth (and tongue) directly upon   
   that region, and the *next* thing that happened was a *brief* moment of   
   darkness, along with what felt like two opposable thumbs pressed upon his   
   eyeballs, creating an image /    
   sensation of absolute darkness where the thumbs were lightly pressing,   
   followed by (and no, this is not imaginary— it's just what *seemed* to be   
   happening!) the dreamer emerged *as an infant being delivered vaginally* —   
   followed by a sentence /    
   gentle command (that sounded like Gina's voice) saying "Open your eyes."   
      
   The dreamer's eyes opened (the thumbs had either come away or were pushed away   
   by the dreamer's arms / hands in some manner) and the view was as that of an   
   infant looking at a new life but with *somewhat* blurry vision, a bit like if   
   you (as a reading    
   adult) had awoken with a "sleep dirt" film across your corneas.   
      
   The *moment* this view was observed, the dream ended, and I awakened, a bit   
   mystified by the event, clarity 9+ to 7 (during the seduction scene) to 0 (the   
   thumbs on the eye lids) to 10 (the birth) to 10- (the blurred vision.)   
      
   Now it just so happens that I did manage to get "back to sleep" (somewhat)   
   following that experience, and had *something* of a waking vision type scene   
   around 6:30 AM (before my elderly mother rang her bell for me to help her get   
   up)— it was one of    
   those *not* black & white but [black and eyelid peach] contrast visions, what   
   you sometimes see *just behind your eyes* when you're *just about to awaken.*    
   (Right, I know, not everybody may have had such a vision experience, but I   
   consider them as    
   something like a cross between a full-sleep dream and an out-of-body   
   experience, as they *typically* occur just as I'm *about* to wake up but   
   choose to rest a few more moments in bed.)   
      
   The view *began* with a swirl of light *as if* clouds were coalescing into a   
   sun.  In fact, they did just that, only instead of the *brightly focused* sun   
   from "real life," it was more like a fuzzy yet brighter-than-the   
   peach-contrast ball, clearly meant    
   to serve as a "sun," about the size of what is typically observed as the sun   
   is setting (or rising) over a body of water (like as may be seen from an ocean   
   coastline.)   
      
   The *perspective* was like that of a drone camera shot of a shoreline, taken   
   from a *few hundred* yards from the shoreline, facing the shore.  In fact, the   
   view came to resemble that of an island, *similar* to that famous shot in   
   "Gilligan's Island" but    
   a bit longer, and the phrase "Garden of Eden" went through my mind as I   
   observed it, although again, it *was* an ocean view of land, looking very much   
   like an island.   
      
   There was a single, dark figure (like all the background was a contrast of   
   light, peach, and black, but the figure was like an action figure that   
   represented a void in contrast with the landscape) that seemed to travel   
   directly out across the water and "   
   up to" the land, looking *very much* like an ascending figure from the sea.    
   But as the perspective was from such a ways out on the water, the figure   
   seemed small indeed.   
      
   There was something of a mental effort to revisit the sun scene in the clouds   
   again, but at that point, the vision ended (clarity: vision) and my dog   
   ("Ginger") had her nose over the edge of my mattress, and would not leave me   
   alone, as is her typical "   
   Get up, human!  Let me out!  Then Feed Me!" attitude. :-)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)