From: Richard.Silk@Juno.Com   
      
   Yesterday afternoon, I had a couch nap that ended sometime before 11:30 AM (as   
   I'd gotten up early yesterday morning, thus, the nap came early) that I really   
   wanted to post, for a few reasons, but I'm getting to it now.  Oddly enough,   
   there's not *that* much evaporation, as it was a "strong" dream with lots of   
   diverse content, but here goes:   
      
   The dreamer was in a room similar to a (bare) central living room (for   
   orientation purposes, rectangular, running, say, north-south, with at least one   
   bedroom at the NW end, and another room at the SW end.)   
      
   There was not much activity or anything else to speak of in that room (perhaps   
   analogous to a dull life?) but at the NW corner, in the "bedroom," it was known   
   to the dreamer that there were two (adult) women occupying it:  One was JAT (my   
   last real life domestic partner with whom I lived for ~8 years and who had 3   
   children with me) and the other was Gina (my real life "soul mate" with whom   
   finding a path to marriage has been something of a rather "hidden" path, but   
   *perhaps* that path is becoming clearer these days?) and the dreamer was having   
   a strong thought (call it a "wish") for JAT to possibly "put a flea in Gina's   
   ear" as to the better points of living with me.  In fact, the dreamer wanted to   
   just *go in there* and jump into the conversation in order to advocate for   
   himself, but held off on doing that for some reason— perhaps not so much as a   
   "choice" to refrain, but more like there was some other reason for letting JAT   
   tell Gina in her own words, without coercion of any kind.   
      
   At any rate, the dreamer was also somewhat "kicking himself" for having such an   
   opportunity to get into the room with them, yet passively leaving that   
   opportunity untouched—  a bit like letting a quiche rise without disturbing it   
   while baking.   
      
   That moment of contemplation led to the next action in the scene, wherein the   
   dreamer goes to view some activity developing in the southwest corner room,   
   which was *jam packed* with action:   
      
   The dreamer goes to the outer sliding glass door on the far SW corner / wall of   
   the room, and sticks (his) head out through the door, possibly moving onto a   
   patio overlooking a view of ground that was several feet lower (perhaps no more   
   than 15'–20') than the floor level of the room & patio.   
      
   The dreamer sees several females, at least one in an exceptionally miniscule   
   bikini off to his right, at about his own floor level, and while he's wondering   
   if she's gonna go au naturel, there comes into view down below a Greek (or   
   possibly Arabic, Mediterranean / Turkish) looking, husky fellow with thick,   
   dark   
   brown hair and a beard & mustache, in a position as if on a donut / tire tube   
   floating slowly along a creek, running in a direction coming *towards* the   
   dreamer's perspective (from the dreamer's right, NW in this orientation) rather   
   than flowing away from or already having flowed past (to the SW.)   
      
   The guy is by himself at first, then one, then two women are "attending" his   
   "physical needs" and there's a rather surprised look on his face when one of   
   the   
   females "plays a tune on his skin flute" (to put it in a slightly PG   
   vernacular.)   
      
   The dreamer gets an idea to go fetch JAT to let her see this (for some reason)   
   and when he goes to find her, she's already in the living room, wearing   
   something more like a bra and panties type outfit, and looking healthier in the   
   dream than she does IRL (last I saw a photo of her, which was starved looking,   
   like that of an addicted crack ho.)   
      
   When they get to the room at the SW corner, there's no patio view whatsoever,   
   thus, no scene of the lucky Turk floating down the river of desire.  At that   
   point, the dream outright *ends*, clarity 9, and I can only suspect that it has   
   something to do with possible Quantum realities, as if, from the perspective of   
   my *present* life, *IF* I'd been in any kind of timeline involving both Gina   
   and   
   JAT, that seeing the River Greek could only have been possible to view from the   
   perspective of the dreamer being single, rather than with JAT (which is why the   
   view of the SW corner room disappeared.)   
      
   Last night/this morning:   
   Painting a photo / hunting with the hounds (running barefoot over snakes/water   
   pool/little kid):   
   The dreamer is at some type of gathering with a *number* of people, mainly   
   older   
   adults (over 50, some approaching 80-ish or older) where one of them   
   (*possibly*   
   similar to JAT's late grandmother, JET) is either wanting the dreamer to paint   
   someone, or describing her desire to have someone painted, and is showing the   
   dreamer either a photo of someone or pointing out someone in the group of   
   attendees.  The overall idea that the dreamer had was that painting someone   
   from   
   a *rough* model (as if the target being shown was *other than* the actual   
   target   
   she had in mind) would be a rather difficult task.  Sure, someone could do it,   
   but how accurate could it possibly be?   
      
   At any rate, that scene somehow segued into the next one, wherein the dreamer   
   is   
   with another group of people, this time, everyone with their own dog, and the   
   resulting pack was rather large, as dogs take up more "floor space" per critter   
   than do their respective humans (when dealing with medium to larger sized   
   dogs.)   
      
   Please note: these were NOT all beagles.  In fact, there was maybe only one or   
   possibly two beagles in sight.  They were more of a full mix of other breeds,   
   primarily labrador-*type* dogs (short haired, light to dark, mostly solid   
   colors, relatively good at either smelling/tracking or fetching) and the   
   dreamer   
   actually had (his) dog on a leash.  (Theoretically, so did every other human   
   there, but that was not directly observed, and the following action further   
   degraded that assumption:)   
      
   There was a moment that started the chase (or the hunt) and *many* of the other   
   humans and their dogs got a "head start" over the dreamer, whose dog was   
   smaller   
   than most of the others, being slightly smaller than a beagle, and *certainly*   
   larger than a Chihuahua.  It (he?) had a shaggy coat, much more like a Westie   
   than a Scotty, only of a tan/wheat color (it actually reminds me of a dog I   
   once   
   owned, "Pupper Dog." ????)   
      
   At any rate, the chase (or hunt, event) began, and the humans were (at that   
   time) seen following their dogs via the use of leashes, and so the dreamer and   
   "Pupper") started off, but Pupper was making up ground *fast*, and the dreamer   
   was *running* to keep up.   
      
   At this point, the dreamer noted two things:  One, he was barefoot, and two,   
   the   
   dark ground was covered with snakes in various sizes (mostly under 2' and a   
   diameter of 2½" or less.)  An "omniscient thought" crossed the mind of the   
      
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