From: Richard.Silk@Juno.Com   
      
   There were dreams practically all night and all morning long until waking,   
   right   
   around 7:30 AM (CDT.)   
   (And yes, there had been two wake-ups to let the dog out, but that may have   
   been   
   for me as well.  All I can tell you is, we sorta "wake up together" and both   
   take advantage of the opportunity for a "nature break.")   
      
   One other dream that occurred (other than the two in the subject line) involved   
   the dreamer pushing something like a "rollator walker" but at a rather fast   
   rate, faster than walking, faster than a leisure bicycle ride, slower than a   
   motorcycle, yet it did involve some type of foot-leg-powered action to get from   
   point A to point B.   
      
   The dreamer was traveling along Old Lascassas Road, having traveled along Brown   
   Drive, out of the apartments there, and turned right (northward) along Old   
   Lascassas, toward Oakland High School (which is about 2 miles further) when the   
   dreamer realized the destination in mind was actually *south* along Old   
   Lascassas, towards Greenland Drive and MTSU, and that all the distance traveled   
   so far (maybe ¼ to ? of a mile?) was not only in the wrong direction, but would   
   need to be repeated just to get back to where heading in the right direction   
   would begin.   
      
   At this point, the dreamer is completely on foot, at a walking pace alongside   
   the eastern side of the road (heading south, on the left side of the road) and   
   notices a vehicle heading north (on the vehicle's right side of the road, the   
   eastern side) towards the dreamer, and the dreamer has to step back away from   
   the road to avoid getting splashed from the oncoming vehicle, as the surface of   
   the road appears to be covered in mud.   
      
   As the vehicle passes, there's a large spray of water from the vehicle's   
   (right,   
   passenger side) tires, but the dreamer is pretty much far enough back so as to   
   avoid getting wet.  There's a sense that the dreamer *may* have gotten a bit   
   wet, but just barely, as the majority of the spray had been avoided.   
   Regardless, there was no "sensation of having gotten wet," no sensation of wet   
   clothes or wet face, skin, nada.   
      
   The dreamer is about to head south again, when this time a big rig ("semi" /   
   "18-wheeler") is coming along the road, which is more like the New Lascassas   
   Highway rather than the Old Lascassas Road.   
      
   The dreamer stays back further because the big rig may throw off a larger   
   spray.   
      
   After it passes, the dreamer is thinking that it would help if the traffic were   
   slower at that particular point (which appared to have a single traffic light   
   at   
   a (simple) intersection there) when another big rig is coming by, only it's   
   slowed up, and comes to a standstill, as there seems to be some type of   
   congestion in the intersection from other vehicles, as if you might see at a   
   busy intersection with no light and no traffic cop directing.  There was no   
   obvious sign of a wreck, but more like the traffic had backed up, as you might   
   see along the interstate during "rush hour" where no one actually goes   
   anywhere.   
   At that point, the dream ended, around clarity 8+.   
      
   Balloon Battle:   
      
   The dreamer has an elongated balloon, perhaps 2½'–3' in length and maybe 4" in   
   diameter, and it has a pale color to it, perhaps reddish, and "he" is in an   
   area   
   similar to the covered entrance of a grander motel or possibly a hospital (a   
   "portico") where people can pull in, and drop off someone under the covered   
   porch area, then drive off to park elsewhere.  It may have actually been a   
   hospital, because an ambulance was seen there (from the perspective of being on   
   the entrance-side of the portico, seeing the backside of the ambulance that's   
   aimed to go out the exit side) but it could also have been any building with a   
   portico that just happened to have an ambulance outside the entrance (which was   
   to the right of the ambulance and the dreamer's perspective.)   
      
   There's also a female present, with the aura of a doctor / medical professional   
   (or a nurse with greater authority than the typical nurse) and she looks   
   similar   
   to Gina (from my real life past, my "soulmate," someone who actually exists in   
   real life) yet her identity in the dream is somehow not the issue.  (Later in   
   the day, it became apparent that this dream may well have been regarding a   
   theological debate / banter of words with a female member of the JW cult, who   
   actually does a good job of defending her cult, but has no actual reasoning   
   ability of her own.)   
      
   She's facing the dreamer, the dreamer facing her, with a distance of perhaps   
   10'–20' between them, and she *also* has a (pale but differently colored   
   reddish/orangish?) balloon in her hands, in the sense of "she's also armed with   
   a balloon."   
      
   The dreamer (barely) hears something, possibly just a thought, possibly the   
   female, saying, "Do you want to fight or..." (with the choice being between   
   romance or battle) and the dreamer apparently chooses battle, and closes in as   
   they start comically whacking away at each other with their balloons.   
      
   It only takes 2 or 3 whacks before the dreamer's mind shifts to being enamored   
   of the woman, and the dream immediately slows to a halt and stops, clarity   
   9–9+.   
      
   In the dream before waking, the dreamer is at something like an apartment   
   complex, where the rooms are identical in layout, even though one apartment may   
   be a floor above another.   
      
   The dreamer is in the perspective of myself back when I was a father to   
   Charles,   
   who is in the dream as in his 6-year-old self (or thereabouts.)  The discussion   
   focuses on how "in the past," something "woulda been" [this way rather than   
   that   
   way] (like on the first floor apartment rather than the second, or possibly   
   vice-versa) and someone (Charles??  The narrative mind of the dream?) brings   
   out   
   how the dreamer had spoken a sentence that edits to a more precise focus by   
   omitting an unnecessary word (like "just" or "coulda"— some type of filler   
   word.)   
      
   IF I had typed this one up *first* the actual wording could've been recorded   
   "verbatim," rather than generalized (as it has been.)  However, after typing up   
   the first two, along with taking a break for breakfast & hygiene, it has   
   evaporated to the point I was barely able to remember this much.  Clarity   
   (originally) 9–9+.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)