From: Richard.Silk@Juno.Com   
      
   Two main dreams and a flash vision:   
      
   Just after going to bed for the evening (*before* midnight) I had a "flash"   
   image, one of those dark scenes lit only by the contast of an image in light,   
   almost like a flash bulb going off.  That image was of the upper chest of a   
   woman (above the breasts, basically) more specifically, of a woman's blouse or   
   shirt, and that shirt or blouse opening up slightly, as to reveal the area   
   above   
   her heart.  (Not like an X-ray, but practically metaphorically, "getting   
   something off her chest" as it were.)  (Clarity "astral.")   
      
   Well, that flash gave me the impression / identification that it was my (late)   
   mother's chest, and today (the 19th) is the day I go to probate court regarding   
   her last will and testament.   
      
   Cleaning the Floor:   
   The dreamer was in a room, *similar* to a classroom (from first grade) that had   
   a floor of the style of linoleum squares, of a dingy peach color, and one of   
   the   
   squares (roughly about 18"x18") had a rather thick patch of dusty dirt on it,   
   so   
   much so that the only thing the dreamer could think of to clean it with was   
   steel wool (like an "S.O.S. pad," if you know what those are.)   
      
   The other thought was to drip *only* enough water on the dirt patch necessary   
   to   
   get the job done, without turning it into a massive mess.   
      
   Off on the dreamer's right there was a single sink, about like a kitchen sink,   
   and one of those plastic scrubbies; the dreamer ran a bit of water on the   
   scrubbie, then used the scrubbie to drip some water onto the dirt patch, then   
   began using the steel wool to scrub the floor, and sure enough, the floor began   
   to come clean.  Likely clarity 7 (symbolic.)   
      
   Asking for a Fight:   
   Shortly before waking this morning (around 4:30 AM) I had a dream wherein the   
   dreamer was in the proximity of a *big* fellow who, if the dreamer was around   
   6', the big guy was around 8', referred to as "the giant," for literary   
   purposes.   
      
   For a brief moment, it was as if the giant was going to attack the dreamer, but   
   the dreamer simply moved away from the giant, so the giant started to walk   
   away.   
      
   Then, for some unclear reason, the dreamer approached the giant, as if to say,   
   "OK big fella, bring it on."  (Those words are not verbatim from the dream, but   
   they express the sentiment of the moment.)   
      
   The dreamer got a fairly good look at the face of the giant, and he looked a   
   *bit* like that character named "Jaws" from the Roger Moore / James Bond movies   
   (Richard Kiel) *except* the giant in the dream had a cloudy left eye.  (I had a   
   friend in grade school (Keith S.) who'd been playing with sticks with his   
   brother (IRL) and gotten poked in the eye with a stick, and had a cloudy eye.   
   It was rather disconcerting back in those years.)   
      
   So the giant gave the dreamer a look as if to say, "Are you sure you want to do   
   this?" (Not in those exact words— it was simply a questioning look) and the   
   dreamer "put up his dukes" as if to say, "Bring it."   
      
   Well, the giant clobbered the dreamer, maybe two or three times, as the dream   
   ended there.  Clarity 8 (as it was a dark setting.)   
      
   There was also a *bare hint* of a female wearing a phenomenally attractive red   
   dress (can't say as I've ever been attracted to *just a dress* before, however)   
   but I awoke before that dream even came into clarity.   
      
   Busy day today.  I've got one of those appointments that *needs* to be "on   
   time"   
   in order to avoid serious delay.  Bye for now.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)