From Newsgroup: alt.dreams

(Posted Monday, 7/22)
Shogun horse message:
The dreamer / omniscient, narrative mind, what have you, was viewing something that looked a bit like either a horse *or* a person, yet in full, traditional Shogun warrior armor.

The idea being shared in the scene was that in order for people of [a specific ethnic group] to respect you (the individual) one needed to dress in a manner that [such people] respect. Clarity 8-, simply for lack of much of any other kind of detail in the scene. That I was unable to determine if it was a person
or a horse should say a lot about the lack of clarity as well.

Skip-Hop car technology (involving interior discussion on screen positions): The dreamer's perspective was the inside of a vehicle, *similar* in arrangement
to that of a *double-length* hansom style cab (https://d1red3q7jhuy4m.cloudfront.net/72/7e/b7ef-1b74-585c-b377-19172efc5bb7.jpg)
- that is, there was forward-facing seating at the rear, and rearward-facing seating at the fore. There *may* have been inward-facing seating at the sides.

Something about the way the vehicle traveled involved being able to span bumps and gaps by floating in a low arc (of perhaps 5'-10' above the ground) in order
to help traverse bumpy, irregular surfaces (such as out in nature, with gullies
or crevasses, or a seriously bombed-out road, etc.) I *think* it was referred to as a "Skip-Hop transmission" (or something to that effect.)

The dreamer was being given a bit of a "show and tell" by the other person in the dream, who was showing how a video screen could simply be pulled down from position A (inside the cab) or position B, and was contemplating on where best to situate the screen. The dreamer was suggesting an idea to the effect of: "Why not both? Why not simply put a screen in both locations, and the occupant(s) can pull it down wherever needed?"

However, at that point, the dream began to end. Clarity 8+/9-.

Church-based sport:

The dreamer was either hosting or showing up to host a type of gathering of church-oriented collegiate-level folk, who seemed to be gathering for the purpose of playing an outdoor, field-related sport (possibly Frisbee-golf, possibly tag football, possibly soccer, who knows?) and there was *something* involving a uniform, as if someone may have brought one for the dreamer (that part was / is *very* vague as of the time of this writing.)

A few unusual elements involved the dreamer, now on the outside of the building,
looking about the area, and noting a trash dumpster with low-enough sides that viewing the container's contents was obvious, as the container was open-top from
wall-to-wall. *Much* of the interior had a brass-like color to it, even a plastic gallon jug, only it was plastic (like a milk jug) rather than actual brass. Yet the dreamer was considering how much the value of all those *other*
(brass / gold?) contents may actually amount to, if one were to take them to a scrap metal recycling center.

*Beside* the dumpster was a large, plastic container of cooking oil, similar to
those 5-gallon (nearly square) jugs used in the restaurant industry, only this one looked more like 10 gallons, rather than merely 5. The dreamer picked it up, and there was *perhaps* about a quart of cooking oil still in the container,
as if someone had taken it out to the dumpster *before* it was completely used up.

Well, the dreamer was thinking, "This should be poured out before trashing" so,
as there was an odd little building beside the dumpster, that had a wall opening
(perhaps 4'x4') facing the dreamer, the dreamer poured the oil into the opening.

A moment later, the dreamer realizes that the building is meant as a type of "laundromat," such that people could just dump clothes into one end, and get them out clean on the other.

This gave the dreamer a "pang" of "*Oops!*" but figured, whatever happened next
would resolve the issue, one way or another.

At any rate, the people who had showed up for the sporting event had all apparently come up with "better things to do" and simply wandered away / left the scene, *except* for this one guy, who came up to the dreamer, apparently complaining that his *one* key fit *every* lock in the building. This was heard
in the form of a question:

"How come this key opens every door of the building?" (as if to say: [I only need access to a *part* of the building.]

The dreamer began explaining how the person was likely issued a "master key," possibly by mistake, and was in the process of taking the person to the closet where all the building's keys were kept on a peg board, so as to exchange it for
an appropriate key, when the dream ended, clarity 9-ish.

About this time (somewhere between 5 AM and 7:30-ish) I went from my bed to the
living room couch (which makes for a *great* 30-minute nap spot) at which point
this dream occurred:

Doc with fouled sclera:
The dreamer was as if in a small private practice office suite of a specialist-type physician. The other person to the dreamer's right looked *similar* to JAT (an ex-domestic partner of mine from real life) only she seemed
"smarter" and more "office oriented" than JAT ever was (or *possibly* ever will
be.)

The doctor (who looked like a mid-40s type Caucasian, perhaps with professionally barbered, gray hair) was saying something to the receptionist that she needed to go be tested immediately for something, as a routine panel (test of some sort) had indicated the need for her to immediately be tested further (both for her own health as well as that of anyone in the office, employee or patient.)

Well, the doctor had an *awkward* look to the sclera (the white part that surrounds the iris) of one of his eyes, something that *looked like* wall-panel-shaped, blood red shingles/planks.

The dreamer mentioned this to the doc, that the doc needed to go see for himself
by looking in the mirror, and the doc retorted with *something* like: "Oh heck-
I've got [X condition.]"

"What's that?" asked the dreamer.

"It's when the kidneys stop functioning and begin to pollute the body with deterioration." (While that is *other than* an exact quote, it's fairly close to the phrase used.)

When the doc looked back at the dreamer, the *lower* parts of his eyeballs were
as if they were filled with very loose fecal matter, floating in a bowl, with his eyeballs functioning as bowls. It was a very awkward sight. End of dream,
clarity 8-ish, although it could've run from 7 (symbolic) up through 9.


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Dream before dawn was rather extended as well as bizarre:

Although much of the finer detail has already evaporated, the main action is still relatively clear:

The dreamer was involved with perhaps 2 or 3 others (could've been only one, but
it had the sense of a small group) dealing with the need to relocate a vehicle,
*as well as* a mobile home.

Part of the action involved another one of those large, square-like plastic jugs
used by restaurants, containing possibly 5 to 8 gallons of cooking oil for the fryers, only this jug had the bottom cut flat off, making it like a rather large
bilge scoop (as it still had a handle formed out of the plastic itself, much like a gallon jug of OJ (orange juice) or milk.

Something about the lower portion of the structure (like between the flooring and support rails of a mobile home and the ground, which can be of practically *any* clearance / height, only this seemed to be around 4' *or less*) seemed "flooded," and the dreamer used the jug/scoop to show how all that was needed was some bailing of the water (out from under the home, onto the surrounding yard/grass.)

There was only one scoop observed (for some reason) and the activity switched focus to a scene regarding a female (kneeling?) at a wooden tree stump (or block
of some kind) with her hands in cuffs, and those cuffs securely hammered down into the trunk (or block.)

She was clearly in pain, and something was going on regarding the removal of her
hands from those cuffs. It may have been the complaining (crying out in anguish) or it *could* have been the empathy of the dreamer for the pain she was
experiencing. (The dreamer did not experience the pain directly, but it sure made the dreamer feel a bit of squirmish empathy near the pit of the stomach.)

As the female (maybe 30-ish, # 10 years?) was (painfully) writing out of the cuffs, there was another action taken to remove the cuffs from the stump, and *that* appeared even more disturbing: The "tongue" of the manacles (at the start) had been driven into the stump. *Something* somehow was *as if* pounding
upon the tongue so as to mash it out of the stump, almost like using a sledge hammer (although there wasn't any sense of "weight" involved, although there was
*something* acting against the tongue-into-the-stump, causing it to draw further
out of the stump.

There was even a sense that a knife was used to slice the upper half of the tongue away from the part that was still inside the trunk.

This started causing the woman to *scream* in pain, as if she herself had been sliced apart from the tree stump.

What happened next was even more unusual:

Another woman (perhaps the same age, possibly a few years younger) with possibly
darker hair was standing behind the seated woman, and reached over the seated woman's head (somehow) and started slicing a few curvy lines across the woman's
left cheek, somehow drawing the blade across her face so as to *also* make a slice across the seated woman's forehead.

Now personally, I'd have thought that would make the woman scream even more (the
dreamer had that thought in the dream as well) only she suddenly seemed peaceful, and was actually smiling, and the dreamer heard *something* like the words: "White magic" being used to describe how the slicing of the face actually
eliminated the pain caused by the separation from the trunk.

Note: It *could* have been the woman standing in back (the one using the box cutter) who explained it as being "White magic" although it *could* have been the woman seated (who had been screaming) observing / exclaiming, "Oh! *White*
magic!"

Either way, that was the end of the dream, clarity 9- (as it had been a darkly backlit scene) *despite* all the screaming and the gut-wrenching empathy.

NOTE: I *think* this *may* be related to a *possible* "opening of the eyes" of
a female member of "the Watch Tower Bible and Tract Society of Pennsylvania" (better known as "The Jehovah's Witnesses" cult) IRL.

The after breakfast / before lunch nap on the couch had another unusual dream:

The dreamer was observing an area akin to a rural back yard, of the size that could be of a farm (open acreage, rather than a smaller, defined plot.)

"And on this farm there was a rabbit...." The dreamer's dog (who was just like my dog IRL, Ginger) went running after the rabbit, and for whatever reason, the
rabbit *slowed* to a stop near some tall grass, yet still exposed.

The dog approached the rabbit, then rather than biting to numb the spine, instead, began licking the rabbit's fur.

This intrigued the dreamer, who came closer to investigate, only to find the rabbit had become a calf, and as the dreamer contemplated petting the calf, instead, the dreamer was petting a relatively full-grown ostrich, who was lying
down upon the ground, and the dreamer was lying beside it, stroking the bird's plumage.

Now, I have *no* idea *what* that could relate to "In Real Life" (IRL) *other* than what's happening IRL in the political arena: Joe Biden (The Abomination of
Desolation, also possibly the 4?? Horseman of the Apocalypse (Death)) has dropped out of the USA Presidential race, the DNC *appears* to be rallying around Kamala Harris (although *none* of them voted for her in the primaries) and this will *likely* bring about a 2n? Trump administration in the White House, and *that* will (*very likely*) bring about world peace (if Biden has not
yet made that impossible) and *that* reminds me of biblehub.com/isaiah/11-6.htm
(Isaiah 11:6)u The wolf will live with the lamb, and the leopard will lie down with the goat; the calf and young lion and fatling will be together, and a little child will lead them.


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