From: Richard.Silk@Juno.Com   
      
   Been rather busy the past few days, but in a much different way than normal:   
      
   First off, I really do apologize for missing the days in focus to log the   
   dreams   
   of the night/morning for that day's journaling.  It really does make things   
   just   
   a tad "fuzzier" than "focused," but things were "flowing" as if downstream, or   
   possibly over a waterfall.   
      
   *About* on the morning of the 13th, I had a dream clip involving the dreamer   
   putting a right leg into a pair of pants (or slacks) and the right foot landing   
   in a pile / puddle of manure (more like human excrement) and this clip felt   
   like   
   it had an echo, as if there was a type of "pre-echo" of the clip, followed by   
   the clip, with the second event being the clearer, more memorable scene.   
      
   It's sort of as if:  let's say a dream *may* be an "echo" of a future event   
   "speaking to" the dreamer, which from the perspective of the active, day-time   
   conscience, is sort of "in the past."  OK, so if there's an event (analogous to   
   a "pop" or "bang" or "noise" of some sort) then that event may have an "echo"   
   (analogous to a canyon echo) that is "heard" slightly "before" the main   
   "dream."   
      
   So the dreamer is going along, experiences a "dream echo" of an impending   
   dream,   
   the dream itself occurs (in this case, a dream clip) and then the real life   
   event occurs.   
      
   On the day of the 13th, I visited my elderly mother, apparently for the last   
   time, and she was unable to sip juice through a straw any further than an inch,   
   and thus was unable to sip it into her mouth.  I attempted a dabble of a drop   
   from a spoon, and she hacked a bit at that, apparently at the point of being   
   unable to swallow.  I used a foam tipped swab to wipe around inside her mouth a   
   bit, which she seemed to appreciate.  She had her hands folded together   
   somehow.   
      
   Later that evening, I had the overwhelming sense that she was either praying or   
   asking for prayer, so I returned to her room (at American Home, Assisted Living   
   Facility) and said something of a prayer with/for her, then said "Good bye" and   
   exited.   
      
   That night (the 13th, the morning of the 14th) I had a curious dream where a   
   group of people (all about the same age, but perhaps either post-puberty or   
   *possibly* in their 20s or 30s?) were all in a "group kiss."  That is, every   
   person had their lips to the lips of someone else, and rather than them being   
   seen in pairs, they were more like as in a chain.  Putting this into words is   
   *difficult* /because/ I'm unable to consciously perceive whatever it was that I   
   saw in that dream / clip.  The thing is, though, with perhaps a dozen heads   
   visible, with everyone's lips to someone else's, there was no sound to speak   
   of.   
   It was a "silent" scene.   
      
   The morning of the 14th, "Pi day" (?, 3.14) I was up right around 7:15 AM, and   
   had a call around 7:45, with that call from American House informing me that   
   Mom   
   had passed, likely between 4 AM and 7 AM.  The official time of death was   
   called   
   at 8:40 AM, and I was present when that occurred.   
      
   For whatever it's worth, having as many dominos lined up as possible before an   
   event, there are as many dominos to handle following that event as well.  I was   
   *BUSY* all day on the 14th, until around 10 or 11 PM (as her room needed   
   cleaned   
   out, messages shared, I even drove out and informed my son, Charles, via the   
   guy   
   who answered the door at Charles' last known address, also reached out to   
   Logan,   
   Landon and Alyssa, etc.) and the day following, the 15th, which involved a   
   discussion at Woodfin Chapel regarding final arrangements.  (Shannon (née   
   Woodfin) is someone I have known since childhood, and it was a combination of   
   comforting / wonderful to chat as well as work with her there.)   
      
   This morning's dream was a tad interesting:  the dreamer began by exiting an   
   old, aluminum(?) sheet-metal shed (like the one in the back yard) and crossing   
   a   
   short bit of yard-like ground, then approached what looked like a 2-story   
   (split   
   level?) home.  The home being approached had the sense that my (late) father   
   and   
   (recently deceased) mother lived there, and I (the dreamer) had the sense of   
   "coming home to visit," only the main / front entrance to the house had a   
   porch-deck-like structure around it, so that there was an upstairs (akin to the   
   nose and eyes of a face, from the perspective of standing on the deck porch)   
   and   
   a downstairs (which was for the moment not even considered as a means of   
   access)   
   and the deck   
   appeared to have wooden boards (much like wooden pallets, vertically placed,   
   rather than lying flat, horizontally) around it, in awkward places, as if it   
   had   
   been decorated for a type of maritime scene.  If the house were a human face,   
   with eyes as windows, the pallets would be akin to the X X drawings seen in   
   cartoons or comics on the eyes of the dead.   
      
   At any rate, I went up to the front (what would be a window or possibly sliding   
   glass door) to knock but the dream ended.   
      
   I can only surmise that this was a dream analogous to my (the dreamer) going to   
   visit my parents (specifically, my late mother) but such a visit is no longer   
   possible (in the waking consciousness sense.)   
      
   OK.  Caught up?  NOW I gotta go nap!! |-) zzzzz   
      
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