From: Richard.Silk@Juno.Com   
      
   Whether these dreams are "in sequence" or not, I've written down the titles in   
   order of rememberance, that is, I remembered this one, that one, the other one,   
   although such is no guarantee of how they occurred sequentially through last   
   night / this morning.   
      
   A Moment with My Father:   
   The dreamer was in a setting similar to a living room area, with at least   
   another adult and a toddler.  The adult appeared *similar* to JAT, a former   
   domestic partner (between late 2005, some intermittent patches, and summer   
   2013)   
   and the toddler looked just like our daughter, Alyssa Faith Silk, at about age   
   3.  Whether there were any other adults *or* children in the scene is unclear,   
   as the dreamer's attention was being drawn to the fact that Alyssa's pants   
   needed a slight tug upwards, as they just appeared loose for some reason.   
      
   The dreamer tugged her underwear and shorts up with basically one motion, using   
   both hands, one on each side of Alyssa, and simply lifting upwards.  As she was   
   only a toddler, her weight was sufficient to hold her down while her britches   
   were adjusted upwards, which actually changed her disposition from close to   
   apathetic to cheerful.   
      
   At that point, the dreamer was being summoned (or called, beckoned) to a room a   
   bit off to the left, along something like a corridor that connected the living   
   room area to a location similar to a small kitchen that had a feeling *similar*   
   to the small (original) kitchen at Grace Lutheran Church (which he helped   
   build,   
   erected around 1963) only IRL, the kitchen has shutters that open toward the   
   east, whereas in the dream, the shutters opened toward the west, the direction   
   from which the dreamer was approaching.  The dreamer had scooped up Alyssa and   
   was carrying her, with her sitting in the crook of his left arm, with her right   
   arm up around his left shoulder/neck, towards the direction of the summons.   
      
   The person calling the dreamer clearly appeared to be my biological father (who   
   passed in May of 2006) but as my dad had very little gray hair at the time of   
   his passing, the image could've been of Dad when he was in his 40s.  He was   
   saying something to the dreamer in a soft voice, and the distance was that of   
   perhaps 15' or more, maybe 25' at the most, but the dreamer had a sense of   
   needing to be doing something else somewhere else and was a tad impatient and   
   wanting to go back to do whatever wherever.   
      
   The dreamer was unable to clearly make out the low volume and softness of Dad's   
   voice (which was highly uncharacteristic for him IRL) so the dreamer came in to   
   within around 5' to 8' of Dad with something of an automatic request for Dad to   
   repeat what he'd just said, similar to asking, "Pardon?"   
      
   Dad repeated himself, again, softly and quietly, whereat the dreamer gave some   
   reply, similar to an excuse of needing to be doing something else, somewhere   
   else, but what made the scene more memorable than anything else is that,   
   instead   
   of carrying Alyssa on his arm / shoulder, he now had a small, brown,   
   shorthaired   
   puppy up on his left arm / pectoral area / shoulder, and the excuse / reply   
   that   
   was being given had to deal with tending to the puppy.   
      
   As that dream ended there (around clarity 8+/9-) I was aware of two major   
   elements, that being Alyssa changing into a puppy in my Father's presence, and   
   that the dreamer had only barely at the end had an inkling of Dad having passed   
   a few years (~2?) before Alyssa was born (in January '09.)  In other words,   
   during the dream, it was *very* much as if Dad were alive and present, talking   
   to the dreamer (who in this case, was clearly myself in dream form.  I refer to   
   "the dreamer" because sometimes it's unclear as to exactly what perspective the   
   dreamer is dreaming.)   
      
   A Strange Play / Awkward Chair / Burning Tree:   
   The dreamer was in the front row of chairs in a theater auditorium, *similar*   
   in   
   feel to the auditorium at Central High School in Murfreesboro, TN (located on   
   East Main Street) yet with a *somewhat* different "feel" to it, more like that   
   of a VFW or "Little Theater" (community-type) setting.   
      
   The dreamer was there along with a female companion on the dreamer's left, the   
   female being *similar* in sense to that of JAT (mother of Alyssa IRL, also the   
   toddler mentioned in the previous dream narrative) but the companion had been   
   sitting in a type of La-Z-Boy recliner on the front left corner of the seating   
   area, rather than in one of the uncomfortable seats that made up the rest of   
   the   
   auditorium seating.   
      
   The dreamer (seated to the female's right) simply felt *very* uncomfortable in   
   the chair (as if it was either too hard, too small, possibly broken, or   
   possibly   
   all of those conditions simultaneously.)  Then, for whatever reason, the   
   recliner chair became available (as if the JAT type female had simply gotten up   
   and gone somewhere else) so the dreamer sat in it and pulled back the level,   
   thus extending the leg rest out in front, and also slightly tilting back about   
   3   
   notches (as a La-Z-Boy reclines, it wratchets a notch at a time to hold an   
   adjustable, reclining slant) only things started to go a bit crazy:   
      
   At the far stage right (directly in front of / across from the dreamer's   
   position in the recliner) there was a tall Christmas tree, with a wreath of   
   candles suspended above it.  (Now *who* would be so stupid as to set a wreath   
   of   
   LIT candles above a Christmas tree in a theater is a level of insanity beyond   
   my   
   reasoning, but that was the case in this part of the dream.)   
      
   Here things get even a shade crazier:  The extended foot rest of the reclining   
   chair somehow extended *above* that wreath of lit, burning candles, and as the   
   dreamer had been adusting the backwards tilt of the chair, then rocked forwards   
   just a tad, the leg rest came down upon the wreath, and set a small fire in the   
   upper branches of the tree.   
      
   To liken this to the "burning bush" scenario would be *rather similar* in that   
   the fire remained at the top tier of the tree, rather than burning down out of   
   control and sending the whole thing up in flames.   
      
   Someone (*possibly* the dreamer) took a fire extinguisher to the flames, yet I   
   was surprised that no one in the audience was getting up to run out of the   
   theater.  They didn't even stand up and file out in an orderly manner.  They   
   all   
   just sat there and either watched the burning tree (I wasn't really watching   
   the   
   audience so much) or continued watching the play (or whatever was going on up   
   on   
   stage.)   
      
   Then, for whatever reason, the dreamer in the La-Z-Boy (using the leg rest)   
   bonked the tree top *again* and *again* the (now) top tier began burning   
   *again.*   
      
      
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