2023/07/11 Tuesday: game of tag? / ashtray coin / collections / cat pounce

[Richard Silk]

In the "primary dream" of the evening, the dreamer was viewing a type of exoskeletal armor, most likely defensive in nature: It was mostly like a clear shell, which one wore much like pulling over a sweater (I seem to recall someone taking it *off* prior to anyone putting it *on*) that had a peculiar type of clear-view diving helmet (cowl?) that fit over the head & neck, sort of as how one could use it to go underwater if necessary, yet see and be seen from all directions. (Note: *"clear"*.)

The thought that anyone wearing this outfit might likely sweat to death, and "behold," a tube was visible that ran up the front of the suit (never quite spotted the back end of the suit) of about ¾"–1" diameter (closer to ¾") that also had something of a fan-like function to it, apparently, up into the visor-helmet, so as to provide something akin to air-conditioning (fresh air) to the person in the suit.

The legs of the outfit were padded along the front, somewhat like leather leggings, which would have been most useful for someone doing things like rock climbing, although I hesitate to think of anyone using such an outfit for rock climbing!

The dreamer seems to be "game" to wear the outfit then play a campus-level game of "hide & seek" although it's more like for some higher stakes, such as either ownership of the suit, or possibly something even more significant. (If it were a life-or-death level stakes, such were not *clearly* heard within the dialogue, which was rather "quiet" / background type information.) There was, however, some type of time frame established, such that the present time had to be reckoned (somewhere around 3:40 PM?) and that the dreamer (in the suit) had until the top of the hour to go hide (being around 4 PM) with the hunters having 1 hour to search (ending the game at 5 PM.)

Now, all I can say from my own perspective is, affixing a concept such as clock time within a dream *may* be a "tricky matter." I think the clock / time frame of the game had to be repeated / clarified at *least* twice, seeming more like 3 times before it was "set" to "Go."

There were two other details involved in this dream, of having to do with at least 3 cellphones and also a car and a set of keys. It is *possible* that these elements were a function of watching a TV episode of "Psych" last night that was particularly entertaining: "Last Night Gus" (S6E2): imdb.com/title/tt2025155 (apparently, one of *the best* user-rated episodes of the series.)

Two cellphones were of golden-brass (likely brushed metal) in appearance and a third was dark, similar to a blackberry model, but all 3 seemed to be *basically* flip phones (rather than "smart phones," which are like telecommunicative tablets) and *none* of them seemed like the dreamer's actual phone, which felt as if someone else had possibly held it while the dreamer was putting on the suit, and either consciously or subconsciously failed to return it.

There was also a matter of the dreamer's car and car keys, *both* of which appeared to be missing. (Again, *much* of that cars, keys, and cellphones routine *may well likely* have been the consequence of S6E2 of the TV series, "Psych" that was watched last night.)

Regardless, the dreamer had it in mind to somehow aim for a particular "hiding spot," having somewhere to do with the north-eastern border of MTSU in Murfreesboro (along East Main Street) — an area that is *somewhat* collegiate in appearance, yet has, in places, a full block of quiet homes and small shops, as well as a wooded area near the Cope Admin building and the President's home.

Here is where things get a bit awkward: it seems that since the dreamer's car was unavailable, [he] may have accepted a ride from someone else. The driver (and possibly another passenger in the front right seat) were heading along a road, *possibly* US 231 South (toward Shelbyville) although precisely where they were, or headed, seems a bit fuzzy, although the dreamer realized that to get back to where he had previously mapped out as a hiding place, the driver needed to do a U-turn at that moment, where the road type would allow it rather easily.

The driver of the car, however, either didn't "hear" the dreamer, or was ignoring him, or had something else on his mind, or was possibly of *no* mind to speak of. Regardless, the dreamer looked ahead and saw a left turn approaching, that would lead (back) to the pre-planned spot.

No go. The driver just kept on keeping on, as if he were alone in the car.

For whatever reason, the process of "astral combat" occurred, and the dreamer wrapped his right arm around the driver's head & neck and grabbed with a kind of twisting/squeezing motion that somehow slipped off the head & neck of the driver, with the result being that yes, the car came to a stop, but the driver was traumatically crying / sobbing / weeping, as if from a *deep* hurt, and the dreamer apologized for having to use such a (strong?) approach / method, but that was where that particular dream segment ended, and I have no idea of whatever happened to the suit, nor to any of the characters in that dream.

The "ashtray coin" was someone showing the dreamer a round, silver-ish astray of about a 4" diameter (± around ½") that had a clearly visible image of a U.S. coin, such as a silver dollar, circa late 1800s to early-mid 1900s, that was presumably around 1 ounce of .9999 pure silver. Of course, in a dream, it *could* have represented 1 ounce of "pure" silver, but that's a tad beside the point: The coin had been pressed / flattened, and shaped so as to present as a (shallow rimmed) ash tray.

The person presenting the coin-tray appeared much as a 50s-aged (yet dark haired) business type (Caucasian) yet the dreamer was pondering more along the lines of "What a shame" that a coin had been smashed into an ashtray, yet appreciative of the artistic effort that had been expressed as an ashtray.

Then there was the issue regarding A) the price of silver and B) the sales value of the ash tray. Regardless, the dreamer seemed to decline touching or accepting the tray, and the dream ended, clarity 9-ish.

Collections:
The dreamer was as if taking part in a church service (of sorts) regarding the paying of the tithe. Specifically, the dreamer folded two paper bills (currency) and, rather than dropping them into a passed plate, walked up an aisle to a location where the bills were dropped into / at a collection area.

There was a follow-up segment as if the dreamer were taking up someone else's tithe *for* them, much as a younger person might carry forth the tithe of a much older person, who has less mobility or some other issue, such that the (younger) dreamer could perform the service, much as an act of respect to one's elder(s.)

There was yet a third segment, only the previous collection area seemed to have gone away, so the dreamer went off toward the right wall of the "sanctuary" (the worship area where the pews are aligned) and through something like a gap / doorway an into a side room.

This room was far more "busy" in nature, with rather long lines of tables running in a fashion parallel to the wall/gap the dreamer had just passed through.

The (white-top) tables were like regular, modular tables laid end-to-end, much like how one lines up a pot-luck buffet, only these had LOTS and LOTS of "stuff" on them. There was *so much* little stuff (like the chachka / tchotchke one might encounter at a yard sale) that these tables were simply ignored, as the dreamer sought to find the place where the tithe was to be deposited. The dream ended, clarity 9-, although there was a scene *either in this dream or some other* wherein a person had an "over-sized" bill, similar to the size printed before the advent of the US Federal Reserve Note, similar to the size printed during the Civil War, which basically consisted of "certificates" of value of some sort. The dreamer had a distinct thought that this over-sized bill was a "newer" form of currency, and that included a thought that the "newer" sized bill would require people to buy new wallets to hold the new design, and along with that, different-sized clothes, etc., which brought to mind the "jizya" of "jihad", the extortion funds charged against non-Muslims ("Kafirs") for living.

"Cat pounce" was something of a short dream much later in the morning. I'd already let the dog out around 5:30-ish, and possibly even after 7 AM after having done something else and returned for a morning nap. Because of the time gap between when the dream occurred and now (11:53 AM-11:59) as I'm typing this up, editing, posting, there's really only one element that can be even vaguely remembered, that being, a person (at something like the camera's right) facing left, and something like a cat (from the left) pouncing upon the face on the right.

Rather than an action like a cat attack, it was more like a fun thing. It was around clarity 7+ / 8- when it first occurred, but at this point (after evaporation, etc.) it's more like a clarity 6.

[Richard Silk]

For the past *2 or 3 nights* now, I've been having peculiar dreams of small *piles* of powdered cocaine, *similar* in size to that of the pile shown near the opening of the movie "Babylon" when Manny is showing Nellie LaRoy the drugs in the mansion (before the elephant makes its entrance into the bacchanalia.) (Trailer: imdb.com/video/vi3219571993/?ref_=vp_rv_ap_0 )

In the latest dream, it was as if the powder had been watered into a slurry and spread all over the floor of a church (similar to the GLC structure in Murfreesboro.) I'm beginning to think that this intrusion of coke is a direct consequence of the drug being found in the White House (IRL) and the apparent cover-up to disguise *either*:
A) the incompetence (and security vulnerability) of those allowing it into the structure, much less onto the property, or
B) the identity of the person(s) responsible for its presence. All 3 of the recent dreams have been around clarity 9-.

The Naked Press: There was a female of about 20+ years of age, around 5' tall, on the athletic side of 110 lbs. with a figure skater's (brown) hair cut (bobbed short so as to avoid long tresses wrapping around one's face during a spin.)

This was something of an odd dream, because she wasn't exactly "enticing" (trying to seduce) the dreamer, nor was the dreamer attracted to or repulsed by her muscular (well-defined, "ripped") form. She was simply observed for the figure that she was, then the dream ended, around clarity 9-. (Oh yes, apparently she was a reporter, and also was standing nude, legs apart, shoulder width, although whatever dialogue may have occurred was "muted" to the point that I can recall something having been said, but having no recollection of what was said.)

In "School Work"(?) the dreamer was inside a "modern day" school building, the kind with tall, white, cinder-brick walls painted with colorful murals, and some other person (a youngish guy, maybe in his 20s) standing in an area similar to a *large* lobby, sort of like for a building where the front wall is mostly glass, with glass doors inset, and a large "gallery" type (roomy) space for people to gather, such as before going into a theater, yet the sense was *definitely* scholastic in nature.

The guy was apparently in the process of having set an alarm, the kind that uses a timer to enable, and that has to be disabled within so many seconds before tripping.

As the dreamer's presence became known (I *think* the dreamer said something aloud to the guy setting the alarm) the guy did *something* like step on a small square set into the floor, so as to signal a disarming process, and possibly punched something into something, like disabling an alarm from an app on a tablet or smart phone.

There were some words of an informative nature, and the guy tells the dreamer to be sure to stand on "*this* side of" the floor space.

The dreamer looks, and sees that the floor has an area that's half carpeted (like outdoor rug carpeting, good for high traffic indoors as well) and half tiled (like linoleum, suitable for high traffic and industrial buffing to remove scuff marks every night.) The idea is, as long as you step on the X-half, it's OK, but stepping on the Y-half sets off the intruder alarm.

In the background of this dream, there's an idea, as if some folding tables (or possibly room dividers?) need to be moved from point A to point B (for whatever reason(s.))

There's the sense that the dreamer is there to help the guy to move the objects, but there's a moment where it's as if the dreamer has accidentally stepped on the wrong half of the floor space, and the disarming timer starts to count down while the guy fidgets with the deactivation device, then the alarm *starts* to wail, then the guy successfully deactivates the alarm and responds to a question (on the device) in the manner of: "Was this a false alarm?" / "Are you OK?" to which the guy answers with the "Yes" option, although the dreamer wanted to re-read that screen carefully to make sure it was answered properly, although I'm fairly certain that was where the dream ended. Clarity 9.

In another dream, there were *about* a half-dozen, small "critters," all immobile, as if they'd been slowed to stiffened condition from cold (or some form of sleep hibernation / drug-induced stasis.) The idea was *perhaps something* along the lines of the critters being in that condition for the purpose of transporting them to different locations.

I've spent the better part of an hour now, searching through the online images of various types of simians, primates, etc., looking for a "close match" to what I saw in the dream, although the closest thing I've come up with (for the time being) is a *relative* of the Lemur, although the one in the dream had a bit of a "regal" bearing to it, although it was crouched in a sitting position *very much* like that of a cat: two legs in front, down to the ground, two legs in back, tucked up under, upon which the critter was sitting (as on "haunches.")

The dreamer seemingly "toppled" the lemur-like critter in such a manner that it rolled slightly along the floor (from camera right to just beyond stage center) not in any harsh way so as to damage it, but more in the manner of a child's stuffed toy as it rolls along the floor and comes to a stop, lying upon its side rather than upright.

The dreamer addressed the critter in such a manner as to set it upright, and *possibly* apologized for its rough journey, although that's a bit of a stretch, as that was not specifically heard, but more along the lines of "felt" or possibly "intuited." The critter *somewhat* became reanimated, as if "warmed up" from the activity, although had yet to fully animate before the dream ended, clarity 7 to 9. (The background was simply "dark," whereas the critters were "lit" in contrast.)

The "Others" include dreams I may have forgotten, elements I may have forgotten / evaporated, as well as two snippets regarding my elderly mother:

In one snippet, I heard her voice in its happy, lilting tone, fairly clear, without the raggedy sounds of age about it.

In another visual snippet, I saw the back of her as she was walking away, using her rollator walker (like handlebars on a seat with 4 wheels.) That view was entirely dim, as she was like a *slightly illuminated*, bluish image, contrasted against a dark background. I only mention this, because it's perhaps the first time I've had a dream of someone's back *directly* toward me, as if they were walking forward to their own destination.

[Richard Silk]

Shortly after waking this morning, with nothing to remember in the way of any dream content, I was sitting on the edge of my bed, picking up a small trash bin and observed a small *blip* of light as if *from within* the bucket! (Although, thinking in two separate dimensions, it could have been a mental / dream image *superimposed with* a physically perceived image....)

The slightly bluish-white "blip" was about 3" in diameter, and totally circular, although since it was perceived as *within* the tissues in the trash can (light is easily visible through tissue) it *could* have been 3-dimensional (globular) in shape.

And no, I did not go digging through the trash bucket. Still, all I could think of was the Scripture from Genesis 1:3 (Let there be light / let light be) so whatever it was, I feel it was interesting enough to make an entry here in the alt.dreams forum.