From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   Sorry, I put the post for 01/10 at the end of the previously posted entry.  (I   
   try to block them 5 days at a time.)   
      
   It was far more interesting than today's (perhaps) so feel free to go back and   
   read it if curious (Strange "carport" & Awkward "gathering".)    
      
   I *suspect* the "Strange 'carport'" *may* have had something to do with a ski   
   lift and a rare avalanche in Nevada yesterday, that I saw late in the news   
   last evening, as the "spoiler" of the vehicle in the dream was a bit like a   
   cross between a ski lift    
   and a bull dozier / plow shape.   
      
   At any rate, last night before bed, I attended another one of those "Chris   
   Duncan / Magnetic Mind" events, only last night, there were no dreams to speak   
   of.   
      
   However, I did awaken around 3:30 AM and a bit later at 4:30 AM, feeling   
   rather hungry and wanting to get up and go get breakfast, etc., but chose to   
   get a glass of water instead, go back, lie down, and await the dawn, so to   
   speak— falling back asleep    
   at some point, only to awaken around *right at* the breaking of the dawn.   
      
   And *that* dream-before-waking *was* interesting, even though it was   
   *relatively* short:   
      
   The dreamer (in this case, feeling very much like "me") was dealing with a   
   pole such as the slender cane type used for fishing, even though it's made of   
   sections that fit together snugly.  (When casting a line, you don't want the   
   pole to fly into pieces,    
   right?)   
      
   About that time, I was partially awakened by a sound (from Mom's bedroom, IRL)   
   indicating she was using the porta-potty beside her bed.  (It's a LOT safer   
   than her wandering about 10' into her bathroom, even with furniture and other   
   fixtures as a guide.)   
      
   Feeling comfortable that she was OK, I fell right back into a dream, only this   
   time, the pole was that of a bass fisherman's rod and reel, of man-made   
   fiberglass of some kind, and with a spin reel that is used to let out and wind   
   back up the fishing line.   
     And you *know* you're dealing with a serious fisherman's pole when, *in the   
   dream*, you noticed that the spinner is of the type that may be "screwed on"   
   in two places (fore and aft of the spinner) such that it attaches *to* the   
   rod.  (This way, rods    
   and reels may be interchanged depending upon personal preference— a bit like   
   how hot rod folk swap out car engines, transmissions, tires/wheels, etc.)   
      
   The dreamer (feeling a bit like my young, teenager self) was on land,   
   precisely like on the old patio that the current day sunroom is built atop,   
   and handling the rod as if to prepare it for storage (like, after a day of   
   fishing, you store your bait and    
   tackle, etc.) and for whomever may have yet to learn this trick, the simplest   
   way of doing this is to take a lure, and *hook* it to one of the guide loops   
   on the rod itself, then wind up the slack (as if reeling in a fish) until its   
   taut.   
      
   The tautness of the wire was being experienced at the same time the dreamer   
   was thinking *something* like, "Oh, good— I wouldn't want Dad to get upset"   
   (over something, anything, likely for failure to put properly stow one's   
   equipment or tools after    
   usage) when the dreamer's narrative mind suddenly remembered, "Oh, right.    
   Dad's dead / passed away...." and there was almost like a memory talking to a   
   memory type discussion going on, similar to: "Oh, right, it was almost like   
   you were alive there for    
   a moment..." as if the dreamer was knowingly talking to the spirit of my   
   father, who was also knowingly aware that he had physically passed away—   
   Just a little something I've observed in dreams:  once the dreamer   
   acknowledges that the other entity    
   within a dream segment has/is dead, that usually *immediately ends* the   
   participation portion of that other entity:  the passed person simply   
   "disappears" from the dream.  It's almost like it's practically "bad manners"   
   to observe that someone has    
   already died, "to their face," so to speak.   
      
   Right then, I was awakened to the sound of my elderly mother opening her   
   bedroom door and making it out into the hallway using her rollator (a walker   
   on wheels, with handle bars and hand brakes.)   
      
   Now, mind you, I'd been planning on doing things later today with her (such as   
   getting more interview recording of her memories of the births and years of my   
   four other siblings) and was *already* hungry from the wee hours of the   
   morning (I had a glass    
   of water to soften the pang to raid the fridge) so I figured, OK, it's easier   
   to work with her than to try to keep her regulated by a clock schedule, so   
   thus, "the morning started" (began, got underway, etc.)   
      
   So while there may be other clarity ratings for the fishing pole dreams (the   
   simple cane rod was around a 6) it appears to have a "unique quality" in that   
   I *feel* that somehow the segment regarding Dad's pole, the tautness of the   
   string, and Mom making    
   it out into the hallway, all have a type of "parabolic undercurrent" to them,   
   as if I had just "fished Mom out of the bedroom."   
      
   In fact, I mentioned to her that I'd just had a dream regarding Dad's fishing   
   pole, and she remarked, "...Look what you caught" (or [Yeah, you caught me] or   
   some similar phrase.)  So a 7 will have to do, but it's like "linked" / "tied"   
   to real life in a    
   way.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)