2024/08/26 Monday: LIGHT!

[Richard Carl Silk]

Had a slew of various dreams, most of which I had no motivation to share in this
dream journal, however, there was one "snip" that was simply LIGHT, pure, all,
white LIGHT. Only lasted a second, if that much, more like a split second.


Similar yet likely *much shorter* and less impactful than the report given by
Bach, Richard: The Bridge Across Forever (pgs 145-147)

http://openlibrary.org/works/OL16028317W/The_Bridge_Across_Forever?edition=ia%3ABridgeAcrossFore1984bach

[Richard Carl Silk]

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 Πto ? 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 2œ'–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+.

[Richard Carl Silk]

So again, many dreams, yet again, not too much worth writing about, *except*
for:

In this one dream, the dreamer is in an area similar to a room without walls, if
that makes sense, meaning it could well likely have something to do with an
online encounter later in the day (or days) following the dream.

In the "center" of the area is a rather disgustingly porcine (let's face it:
obese) female (perhaps in the 300 lb+ range) who, on second look, appears to be
topless, although it really wasn't all too noticeable due to the overall disgust
factor, so it was actually more natural / attractive than repulsive, yet still,
she was clearly disgustingly fat.

There may have been a word (or words) exchanged on a civil level, however, the
next thing observed is that the female appears to also be bottomless, and at the
same time, manually "pleasuring herself" which, while the dreamer could
understand she was probably suffering from an extreme lack of attention, only
added to the overall disgusting nature of the scene, so the dreamer turned away
and went on (end of dream, clarity 9-, unfortunately.)

Later, the dreamer is in the process of exiting a building, this time, the
Northwest Corner of the Murphy Center (upper left corner in the map view: ) but
rather than going down the unique steps, instead, the dreamer stood upon a
smooth yet exceptionally slippery slope, as if the ground were covered with a
thin (yet sturdy) layer of moss. This allowed for the force of gravity to bring
the dreamer down the slope at something of an increased speed (faster than
running, maybe at the speed of a bicycle rolling downhill) yet in a *standing,
upright position* as if sliding directly upon the dreamer's feet, from toes to
heels, almost as if on "Skeds," those tennis shoes that had wheels mounted in
the heels, yet more like as if the feet themselves were as skiis (going straight
downhill, rather than in a slolum S-pattern.)

At the bottom of the slope of the Murphy Center, the dreamer (still zipping
along) make a right curved turn, and headed due east, wondering how far the
momentum would carry before having to resume walking.

It was at about that same time that the dreamer also was considering what might
be the destination. After all, if someone is traveling from point A to point B,
and point A was the top start of the slope, then where might point B end up?

Pondering a possible destination as well as the question regarding duration of
momentum, the dream ended, clarity 9 (possibly 7 / symbolic, but of what????)

[Richard Carl Silk]

The first dream was likely *before* early dawn, and involved a type of
(literal!) underground railroad system, where the rails ran perhaps 1 level
*below surface* (in a subterranean environment) yet the rails carried aircraft
whose wings tucked & folded up tightly into a somewhat rectangular / squarish
cube in order to fit through the tunnel/rail system. Clarity 8- due to lack of
any explanation as to what it was about whatsoever, and it *may* have actually
been a 7 (symbolic, which often lacks explanation.)

The next dream *may* have been shortly after dawn (sorry, no actual recollection
of any closer time frames) where the dreamer was out and about in the
neighborhood, *similar* to my own home neighborhood, *similar* to the back area
near where Glasgow Drive intersects with Whitehall Road, where Whitehall starts
going uphill and bends left (southward.)

There were seen a number of rather large geese. Sure, geese in real life are
rather large to begin with (they're larger than ducks, for instance) but these
geese seemed a bit larger than life, enough to "catch" the dreamer's attention.
The dreamer was even prompting Ginger (my dog, in dream construct) in a manner
similar to: "Ginger! Why aren't you chasing after those big geese??" So there
was no notable chasing of any geese in the dream, although there was a memory of
what her usual pursuit / chase is like in real life, similar to the way she
chases after squirrels, only she usually has a much larger field to run through
IRL :-)

But in the dream, the dreamer simply kept moving southward along Whitehall Road,
whereupon the dreamer had a glimpse into something of an exposed back yard, as
if getting an oblique view into a yard where there was no physical house to
obstruct the view.

In the yard was something rather sizable, *pale* gray, and about the size of a
massive, giant squid, only it was laid out as if it were stretching *towards* a
ground pool, yet there was none visible.

The dreamer simply took a passing view, as if to determine what it may have
actually been, then continued onward and the dream ended.

NOTE: After waking, one of the first things I did this morning was to upload
*yesterday* morning's dreams to the group (alt.dreams) and part of the *other*
things I do when engaged in this activity is to check out another newsgroup or
two.

In one group, there was a reply to something I'd written in defense of Donald
Trump (in defense of anyone accused of the sins of another) which had received a
reply from someone with obviously nothing better to do with their time (IE: An
actual internet troll) to which I wrote a curt reply.

While writing up these dream notes, it occurred to me that the Cthulhu-type
monster I'd seen in search of water was likely the internet troll I'd just
encountered in the time span *between* having the dream, posting yesterday's
dreams, reading the troll-content, then coming to write this part up.

Clarity 9-ish, as the geese (likely people in those other usenet groups, all out
honking their own opinions) were rather life-like.