From: Richard.Silk@Juno.Com   
      
   Overall, the dreams from last night/this morning were of sequences that, in   
   dream time, may have taken a full minute or more, yet to "translate" them all   
   out as a sequential series of events would require perhaps 5 or 10 minutes (per   
   dream sequence) of "waking" time, ***or more***, and typing them up in detail   
   could take the better part of the day, so I waited until lunch time to allow   
   them to "evaporate" *somewhat* so that at least the typing portion would be   
   simpler.   
      
   The Critter in the Locker:   
   In this one dream, the dreamer is in an area *similar* to a men's locker room,   
   or *possibly* more like that of a bus terminal, or any place where there is   
   access to *public* yet *semi-secure* lockers.   
      
   The dreamer approached this one locker, as if having some idea as to what may   
   be   
   inside of it, and used something *like* a hot scalpel to slice into the front   
   of   
   a locker, at or slightly below chest-height (around 4' above ground level.)    
   The   
   lockers were one atop another, each column of lockers being side-by-side, thus   
   forming a wall grid of boxes (lockers) with each one being *roughly* 8" wide by   
   11" tall, possibly closer to 9x10, the point being they were slightly taller   
   than they were wide.   
      
   The front door of the locker the dreamer was concerned with was presumably like   
   all the other doors:  a type of hard, plastic material perforated with air   
   holes   
   (like suitable for a gym locker) only the holes were small enough and spaced   
   over a quarter inch or more apart, so that "seeing" the contents of any locker   
   was basically impractical.   
      
   Only the dreamer had a type of "hot scalpel" that, when poked into one of those   
   holes, was able to start a linear cut towards the right, with an ease similar   
   to   
   taking a box cutter through thick cardboard, or a model scalpel through the   
   plastic that is used to frame the parts of a kit-model build.   
      
   The slice went a few inches to the right, then came *back* to the left, only at   
   a slight downward angle (of perhaps 5°-10°) then back *up* to where the first   
   slice had begun, so that the left side of the locker door had a very narrow,   
   horizontally shaped isosceles triangle cut out of the front.   
      
   The dreamer was in some manner either attempting to extract *or* allowing to   
   escape into the environment some type "critter," similar to that of a highly   
   venomous spider (or possibly a tarantula.)   
      
   How the dream ended was *slightly* unclear, and the evaporation over the past   
   few hours has left it totally ambiguous, other than there was a sense of   
   "understanding" between the dreamer and the critter.  Clarity 9.  NOTE:  This   
   *could* be a result of having watched the movie "Salt" (with Angelina Jolie:   
   imdb.com/title/tt0944835/fullcredits) for the first time, two nights earlier.   
      
   The Traffic and the Ambulance:   
   The dreamer was somehow involved in navigating traffic, as if on a narrow,   
   one-way lane which made passing nearly impossible, and yet somehow the dreamer   
   managed to get ahead of some of the other vehicles.   
      
   MUCH of this dream evaporated, although the ending was somewhat upsetting:  A   
   dog *like* my dog IRL, Ginger, was an element within the dream, only she was   
   resting on the ground between the front right and back right tires of an   
   ambulance, which "took off" and consequently rolled over her rib cage.   
      
   She (the dog in the dream) survived the pressure, yet there was *something   
   like*   
   another tire hit, as if the back tires of the ambulance were part of a   
   dual-axle   
   set (but further apart than normal dual axles) *or* it was a "replay" of a   
   traumatic scene from a slightly different perspective.   
      
   Regardless, the dreamer embraced the dog, gently, and held her until her   
   quivering pain subsided and she became calm again.  Clarity 9-ish (parts   
   *seemed* fairly "real," but the lighting was slightly dimmer than real life.)    
   I   
   can tell you that I awoke from that dream and had to reassure myself it was   
   only   
   a dream (and that Ginger was OK as well.)   
      
   NOTE:  In real life (IRL) this afternoon, as I was taking Ginger for a *light*   
   trot down Scottland Drive (to the north) there was a FULL-SIZED fire truck (a   
   "pumper") heading slowly up Scottland (to the south) and when that huge honker   
   saw us, it nearly came to a full stop, so I pulled to the far right curb   
   (facing   
   south) and waved the fire truck on past (to the south) as a way of saying   
   "c'mon, we're (myself in the car and the dog in the yards) familiar with   
   letting   
   other vehicles pass."  Turned out that on the way *back* down Scottland (headed   
   south) there was an ambulance and fire truck spotted on Hanover Drive (that   
   T-intersects to the west off Scottland) a few houses down, apparently, having   
   something to do with a medical 9-1-1 type issue.  (Why the city dispatches a   
   fire truck for an ambulance call in Murfreesboro is a bit beyond my   
   understanding.)   
      
   There were perhaps 2 other dream sequences, but they've apparently evaporated   
   for the time being   
      
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