From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   This morning was a *tad* less usual than others, as I was *lacking any urge*   
   to get up and do anything.  All I wanted to do was sleep, as if there were a   
   dream waiting to arrive, after which, I'd feel like getting up and doing   
   things.   
      
   Well, seeing as how it's now past 11:30 AM, sure enough, napping on the couch   
   has brought about the expected dream and consequential impulse to get up and   
   get busy.   
      
   Starting back a bit further, and I'm unsure as to *when* exactly this dream /   
   image was experienced / seen, but:  within perhaps the past 24 to 48 hours, I   
   (the dreamer) saw an image of a type of woven fabric in a field of darkness.    
   Mind you, the entire    
   scene was darkness *except* for the woven fabric, which looked like the   
   *shape* of a "decently formed" human bowel movement, as if it had been one of   
   a goodly vegetarian-based diet, although it possibly healthier, like with bits   
   of meat, ham, bacon,    
   sausage, bread, whatever.  As there was no scale for comparison in the   
   darkness, let's just say it was around 5"–6" in length, thus no more than   
   ¾"–1¼" in diameter, and tapered a bit at both ends, more like the shape of   
   a tamped cigar, like a "   
   round nose" or "full metal jacket" bullet point than a soft point.   
      
   Now sure, this *could* have just been a "light strand artwork" of a cigar.    
   I'm just saying that the dreamer had the "sense" of it being a turd.  What was   
   *fascinating* was the lit cage-like structure of the strands outlining the   
   shape of the darkness.     
   For all I know, it could have simply been a view of the light structure, as   
   whatever was *within* the structure was simply as dark as the rest of the   
   background.  And the wiring / strands were *roughly* lateral, rather than   
   vertical, as if someone had    
   taken an object {a turd or a cigar} and rapidly wrapped it with 3 or 4 winds   
   of light strands, resulting in an appearance *reminiscent* of a tumbleweed.   
      
   Also, the "art form" was motionless, simply viewed as it was, a winding of   
   light strands around a form of darkness, set within a background of darkness,   
   as if an astronaut in deep space was seeing it also floating in space, with no   
   other stars visible.     
   And while the clarity was "sparkling clear" with respect to the strands of   
   light, the fact that it was all a purely two-toned contrast between light and   
   dark could *easily* give it a "clarity rating of 2" although a level 2 is   
   something more "barely    
   remembered" than simply "two-toned," giving this a rating of 7, as it may have   
   been symbolic of something as simple as "the glory of waste"— that is, life   
   / existence is a miracle, sure, yet also is the *consequence* of that   
   existence: the waste that    
   is recycled back into the "matrix" of existence, such as "the environment."   
      
   The reason I bring this "forgotten" dream / image / vision back to mind (and   
   to this journal) is because of the *late* dream I had shortly before 11:30 AM   
   this morning:   
      
   The Recycler:   
   IN REAL LIFE last night and today, the outside weather is *very blustery,*   
   with winds *easily* in the 20–50 MPH range, and this blustery weather   
   extends from the gulf states up the Eastern Central United States and along   
   the East Coast (with "Lake    
   Effect" snow storms in parts of southeast Canada, around the Great Lakes, like   
   Toronto Ontario (Canada) through Buffalo New York (USA.)   
      
   IN REAL LIFE:  In a home with at least one window open, even if only a crack   
   to a few inches, blustery winds may easily cause a shut bedroom door to   
   "whomp" a bit with the back & forth flow & ebb of the variations in air   
   pressure with respect to the air    
   pressure & currents on the bedroom side of the door, in contrast to the   
   (different) pressure & (practically no) current (on the hallway side of the   
   door.)   
      
   IN REAL LIFE:  Simply sliding a piece of laminated paper (like a door hanger   
   notification for emergency personnel) between the door and the jamb   
   effectively "silences" the whomping effect/stills the door in the jamb.   
      
   IN THE DREAM:  The dreamer is in a pleasant setting, similar to a   
   country/rural style home, *similar* to a *new* mobile home, but *feeling* like   
   a "frame-built," concrete foundation-based home.   
      
   The dreamer is hearing a steady sound, like a quiet, soft, electronic buzz,   
   leading the dreamer to "investigate" (as in curiously following) the source of   
   the sound, so as to identify just what the heck was causing it.  The sound was   
   different from that    
   of an overhead light, or can opener, or any type of familiar electronic tool,   
   but did have a *soft* grating sound to it, like it may have been a micro-fine   
   rotary shredder of some type, something that could grate on the level of a   
   millimeter rather than    
   a larger grater that would pulp wood, yet larger than sandpaper.   
      
   Regardless, the dreamer followed the buzzing  noise through what may have been   
   a living room (all the walls were spotless, nearly luminous white, and the   
   flooring *may* have been white linoleum or carpet, as it simply was not the   
   focus of observation:     
   the view was focused forward, as through the living room then through a   
   hallway door.   
      
   Now here's an interesting effect:  the first door opened by itself, "inward,"   
   as away from the dreamer's presence, as to allow the dreamer's perspective to   
   flow into the (short) hallway.  Yet this first door was "matched" by a second   
   door, about 4'–6'    
   further down the "hallway" (which was more like a short corridor, wider than   
   the hallway of my childhood home) which *also* opened away from the dreamer's   
   perspective, which flowed into a small room that seemed a bit like a mudroom   
   (laundry area) which    
   the dreamer did take a moment to investigate *slightly,* trying to take in   
   whatever function the room was serving.   
      
   A quick note about the doors' *hinges*:   
      
   Facing the door, the *first* door's hinges were to the dreamer's left, so the   
   door opened inward as if for a right-handed person using a knob on the right   
   (although no knobs were visible.  Come to think of it, neither were any   
   hinges, yet the doors "   
   swung open" as if there were.)   
      
   The *second* door's hinges were to the dreamer's right, as if a left-handed   
   person would have used a knob on the left side, yet the door also swung open   
   inward.   
      
      
   [continued in next message]   
      
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