From: Richard.Silk@Juno.Com   
      
   Very long sequence:   
      
   The dreamer was walking along an area of fairly rough terrain, not so much   
   rocky   
   but ground-covered, a bit like in a temperate area with lots of grasses /   
   vegetation, but clearly passable, rather than like a forest or jungle.   
      
   There are others present walking along the same path, as if they're all headed   
   for the same destination, and some of them have the familiarity of former high   
   school band members, though not aged, yet not as vivid as back when we actually   
   *were* in high school, more as though we were in our early 30s.   
      
   As we're walking along, there are *other* people in a rectangular area (field)   
   moving towards our direction (for alignment purposes only:  as if we were at   
   the   
   near-left corner of a football field end-zone, and they were approaching "down   
   the field" towards us, through an area roughly *half* as wide as a football   
   field, and perhaps half as long as well.)   
      
   Their behavior was like that of inventory checkers, or possibly insurance   
   agents   
   combing a neighborhood after it had been reduced to rubble.  They *seem* to   
   have   
   been taking stock of gravestones in the field, and sure enough, the dreamer saw   
   more than a few *broken* headstones on the left, as if someone or some event   
   had   
   caused a *number* of them to break.   
      
   Mind you, it wasn't as if the lower half of the stones were still in the   
   ground:   
   they were lying much like if one were to take graham crackers, break each one   
   in   
   half, and drop both halves to the ground, one spot beside another.   
      
   One of the people moving in the direction with the dreamer was *similar* to a   
   former high school band member, Mark D., and he actually paused to straighten   
   out a stone or two as we continued to move forwards, and the dreamer had the   
   idea that even though that same idea had been considered, that there was likely   
   going to need to be an entire crew to address and rectify the mess, so the   
   dreamer continued onward.   
      
   One of the people who was in the group coming *towards* the dreamer's group   
   gave   
   a sentence *roughly* confirming that they were counting the number of damaged   
   stones in the field (which *could* be considered as a "grave yard," although it   
   really had more of a feel of being a disaster location.)   
      
   The dreamer was then en route to an outlet *similar* to a Lowe's/Wal*Mart/Home   
   Depot (*possibly* analogous to an online e-tailer, such as Amazon.com) *as if*   
   traveling by car.  It was as if the dreamer had been in that field with the   
   broken head stones one moment, and the next, in this scene approaching the   
   outlet store, like a "seamless transition."   
      
   There's a bit of jockeying for position coming into the parking lot, as the   
   dreamer senses other vehicles arriving as well.   
      
   Inside, walking along an entrance aisle area (*similar* to the lawn & garden   
   entrance of a Wal*Mart, located on either the center or the right side, facing   
   the building) the dreamer nearly merges direction with a female (perhaps in her   
   30s) with dark hair and a business-like attitude, who is either aligning or   
   obtaining a *narrow* pallet containing a few boxes (not more than one row high?   
   that have the impression of containing soil) using a *narrow* pallet jack.  The   
   dreamer touches it with his right hand, as if to aid the woman, thinking she   
   was   
   a customer wanting to retrieve a box for purchase or something.   
      
   The dreamer is then informed she actually works there, so he lets go of the   
   handle so as to let the woman do with the pallet as she needs (because   
   management may want to do practically anything when it comes to locating /   
   relocating inventory.)   
      
   The dreamer ends up in an area (as if he worked in a particular department)   
   with   
   3 or so other guys (there may have been a female present— if so, she didn't   
   stand out for any reason) who had the air of being assigned to reproduce some   
   type of system from the resources available in that area, *much* like as if a   
   group of middle school kids had been given a final in a shop class by being   
   told   
   "put together what you can from what's lying around the shop" (although it was   
   more like, "Y'all know what needs done, so get to it.")   
      
   There were at *least* 3 individuals involved, and the dreamer mentioned the   
   first person in the first spot, the second person in the second, and the   
   dreamer   
   in the third.   
      
   At some point, there came into the scene an object *akin to* a large, golden   
   model of something *similar* in shape to the fictitious Star Wars ship, the   
   Millennium Falcon, being roughly 3½' in length, 2½' in width, and 1½' in depth   
   (height) with the appearance of being (mostly) a solid, golden object.  There   
   was *another* object, similar in shape to a trifold flip phone (where the upper   
   half opened to an obtuse angle, and the lower half opened to an obtuse angle as   
   well) of roughly 1½' in length and 4"–5" in width, and perhaps ½"–¾" thick.   
      
   Someone ("in camera view") was fidgeting with the golden phone-like object in   
   order to set it *into* the larger, Falcon-like object.  Clarity 8+/9-, although   
   "symbolic 7" is certainly a possibility with all the varied imagery.   
      
   PS:  Two of the guys in the work team reminded me of Tommy and Troy Bell (from   
   my youth, the third was similar to the youngest, Todd) which is *likely* in   
   some   
   way related to the fact that, IRL, their house (across the street, at 1102   
   Scottland Drive) is going up for auction at 12 noon today.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)