From: Richard.Silk@Juno.Com   
      
   At the start of an afternoon couch nap, my mind began "seeing" text items,   
   similar to views one might have on a smartphone or laptop.  The views were too   
   brief to actually "read" anything of them, however, the mind was at just the   
   right stage to have thought I was actually viewing something, rather than   
   seeing   
   images in a near-dream-like state.   
      
   After 2 or 3 of these incidents, I relaxed my mind just a bit more (drifting   
   deeper into sleep) and the dream I remember (what's left of it, surviving   
   evaporation) involved the dreamer having a type of interaction with some other   
   guy, perhaps mid-40s or possibly even mid-50s (I'd say mid-60s at the latest,   
   but I'm often a really poor judge of age regarding others, *especially* in   
   dreams!  They're either birth-thru-toddler age, young teens, mature teens,   
   young   
   adults, adults, or elderly, typically.)   
      
   The point of view / perspective of the dreamer was located in some manner   
   around   
   the south-western area of my home, except it was like that of my childhood   
   home,   
   at the time before the construction of the sunroom, where the patio area was   
   simply a covered, concrete slab patio, capable of sheltering two vehicles   
   parked   
   beneath the aluminum/corrugated sheet metal roofing from hail and sun.   
      
   There was a sound within the dream, readily identifiable, as that of a   
   helicopter flying over the house.   
      
   The guy was as if on alert, wanting to know what the sound was, and the dreamer   
   was informing him it was only a helicopter (and only of a moderate size, not   
   one   
   of those huge egg beaters or heavy Hueys (The Bell UH-1 Iroquois) of the U.S.   
   Army or Air Force) yet the guy was apparently disoriented, apparently anxious   
   to   
   go eastward, when the sound was clearly going westward (in a track just barely   
   a   
   few points south of east, towards a few points barely north of west.)   
      
   The dreamer moved towards the western side of the patio, out to where the   
   dreamer could look upward, and indeed saw a moderate-sized helicopter heading   
   westward-ish across the sky, where the dreamer was saying something to the   
   other   
   guy, like, "See?  There it goes."   
      
   What was more interesting (at least to the dreamer) was the view of a number of   
   people with telescopes of various types and sizes (from refractors, the   
   narrow-tube-like type, to reflectors, the fat, short, open-ended type) and   
   there   
   were at least, say, 3 reflectors, and at least one refractor, possibly more,   
   and   
   they were *all* aimed skyward towards the west, aligned along the western edge   
   of the property, which abuts a rather large field (behind Reeves-Rogers School)   
   thus giving them all a fairly *good* view of the western horizon.   
      
   Only in the dream, it wasn't even sunset.  It was more like somewhere in the   
   afternoon, *possibly* early evening, but there wasn't even a *hint* of sunset   
   in   
   the dream.   
      
   The dreamer was intent upon going over to them to see what the event was all   
   about, when the dream ended, clarity 10-.  (There was nothing to suggest any   
   symbolic or dream-like distortions of reality in any way, yet it lacked the   
   "crisp as day"-like feel of waking reality.)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)