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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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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 reasonu 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 untouchedu 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'u20') 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 2+" or less.) An "omniscient thought" crossed the mind of the dreamer, along the lines of "How am I expected to run barefoot across snakes?" /
"Be careful to avoid stepping on snakes. However, there was also the thought of
"Run fast enough, light enough, and they won't be an issue." Needless to say, that short section of the path (which was *very* dimly lit, by the way) was passed through quickly, and the scene opens up into the dogs running along an area *similar* to the front yard of an *old* manor or estate, a place with a sense of history, or at least antiquity.

Along the front area of the building, there was an area with a fountain / pool of some sort, and the dreamer half-expected "Pupper Dog" to romp through it, or
get a drink, however, the dog seemed more interested in finding the target of the hunt.

This led the dreamer to discover a small toddler (maybe 4 to 5 years old?) in some manner about the front of the manor, possibly on a porch, or *possibly* sitting on a wide railing. (This part was less clear.) The child had a blonde-haired/blue-eyed look about him, reminiscent of my first son, Charles, when he was that age. There was no *clear* communication with the child (in the
dream) and that's about where that dream ended, overall clarity, 8+ (possibly an
anecdotal "retrospective" of various paths I've traveled in my own life.)

Entrance to / exit from secure (bank?) room:
The dreamer was outside of an area *similar* to a locked amphitheater-type classroom (similar to the LRC mass media room at MTSU, but of a "brighter" interior, and with a "banking" feel to it, rather than "educational") that had a
"secure" feel to it (like that of the inside of a bank) and *this* was all felt
from being *outside* the locked / secure room.

The dreamer seemed interested in testing the security for some reason, although
*without* any overt feeling of wanting to rob it in any way.

The dreamer found a type of "port," that being a small, circular area on the wall, of about ?" diameter, and maybe 2"u3" depth. Now all the dreamer needed to do was to activate it, and somehow had an object similar to a pencil or pen (or stylus) and simply "pressed the button" as it were, using the pencil, placed
inside the cylindrical opening on the wall.

Sure enough, an arced door opened up (imagine a sheet of paper, standing vertically (upright) on a table, curved so that it remains standing up, rather than falling over) that had a thickness of around 1' in depth. The dreamer entered, then shut the door and it "secured" behind him, giving the immediate impression of "Well, I got in, NOW what?" and from there, the interior of that room appeared pretty much exactly as how the dreamer had imagined it, arched row
after row (like a classic amphitheater) of desks, all facing the center (lecture) pit of the room, which was located at the center of a flat wall, where
all the desks were focused to attention.

The thought in mind being to *get OUT* of that secured room, the dreamer saw something akin to an intercom panel on the wall, and simply pressed a button, and notified someone at the other end of the intercom that he'd like to exit, and a section of the back (arced) wall / door opened up, and the dreamer exited.
End of dream, clarity 9 (as the room was *well* lit, and *primarily* ALL white,
from the walls to the ceiling to the floor to the desks and the risers (steps/floor sections.))


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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 presentu 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 3+' in length, 2+' in width, and 1+' 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 1+' in length and 4"u5" in width, and perhaps +"u+" 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.


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