2023/08/15 Tuesday:

[Richard Silk]

Had a few curious dreams, one starting with the dreamer and at least one other person (seemed more like two people) walking along a road *similar* to walking southward, along the middle stretch of the westward side of Whitehall Road (37130) except there was something like a deep ditch there (in the dream, as there is no ditch there IRL) in which two or more golf balls were seen, as if the ditch were simply an area where golfers routinely lost their balls for some reason.

I *think* it was the dreamer who first spotted one, then someone else did likewise, and it was as if people were finding their lost golf balls even though this had been more of a walk along a road rather than a typical outing at a golf course.

The dreamer was contemplating whacking a golf ball further south along the road, except there was a *group* of kids (and perhaps a mom or two) filing into a home, as if a birthday party gang had been out, possibly at the nearby school playground, and were heading back to the house hosting the party. (The house they were headed into had a distinctly "Catholic" vibe to it, curiously enough.)

So rather than drive a ball that could well possibly whack into a group of elementary school-aged children, the dreamer looked back at the ditch, to discover someone had also buried a box in the ditch (one that was basically uncovered, yet set down into the ground, in such a way that, if it *had* been buried/covered, for whatever reason, it was partially *uncovered* at the moment, and the dreamer was wondering why someone would bury such a thing, unless it had been as some sort of "time capsule" for future discovery, as simply burying one item in a ditch along a road seemed like a rather awkward way of burying "trash."

The dreamer took a few moments to investigate the contents of the box, and found at least one type of pop-up book, only rather than the simple, cheap pop-ups that normally come to mind, this one had finely cut elements, such that one of the scenes appeared much like a photo of an evergreen stand of trees, rising about ¼"–½" off the paper (closer to ¼".)

There were other things in the box, likely mostly books of a childhood age appropriate nature, and the dreamer was really wondering why those things had been buried, without much in the way of an explanation, although they *did* have a "little girl" quality about them, and I was thinking that perhaps somewhere a little girl had maybe grown up, and wanted to bury her childhood memories behind her?? Overall clarity, 9, as it had been a sunny day scene.

At any rate, there was another dream wherein the dreamer entered a room and, at the moment, the recall of that room has simply *blanked* although I had an idea of it a moment ago. I *think* it also had to do with elementary school-aged children, except there were likely more adults present, not unlike a gathering of students and teachers at some type of assembly function. (Clarity 8-, due to loss of context.)

I can remember (IRL) when every morning, we would stand, salute the Flag, and say the Pledge of Allegiance. Seems there was a little Muslim boy there who would sit, and even at that age, I was wondering what that little boy's problem was, and the teacher explained that his religion did not allow him to do so. Somebody Ourdabadian, but his first name escapes me at the moment. ("David"?? (I think that may have been a brother's name) ?) Then my class would have a devotional with a Christian prayer, and both the Muslim *and* the Jewish boy (Harry Friedman?) would abstain. The Jewish boy I could understand, as the Jewish faith has/had no belief in Jesus. Still blows my mind a bit, even to this day. That's like denying that there is oxygen in the air we breathe.

Think of it this way: if worse ideas lead to worse consequences (like Islam) and better ideas lead to better consequences (like Judaism) then Perfect ("Sinless") ideas lead to Perfect ("Sinless") consequences, such as Jesus. (Clarity "Perfect" even though that's a waking observation rather than a "dream.")

Oh well.

[Richard Silk]

Of particular interest was a dream involving a property, one involving traffic, one involving– (the arts?) and one of Gina!

In the property dream, the dreamer was surveying about a half-acre or so of somewhat rugged land containing something like a type of muddy pit. Now, *in* a heavy rain, sure, it might have been a level surface of mud or water, but in the dream, it was more pit-like, and the bottom was mostly of a type of mud-clay-like surface.

What caught the dreamer's attention was a *sizable* turtle. (IRL, the average turtle size that I may come across in Tennessee is likely 1 foot / 12" from head to tail, closer to 9". The turtle seen in the dream was *well* over a foot in *width*, maybe 15"–18", and possibly up to 2' long, measuring only the shell, which was seen on the upper right "edge" of the pit, with the pit having a *roughly* linear edge (from right to left) in that area, similar to a "bank" of a river. As the dreamer's attention focused upon the turtle shell, there were also noticed *six total* shells, counting from right-to-left. (I seem to recall the dreamer having *counted* them as if "aloud" at that point in the dream.)

And while there was certainly an interest in the turtles themselves, there was, however, no desire to get near the muddy pit, so that dream pretty much *ended* right there, clarity *very likely* a 7 (symbolic) although otherwise, about an 8+ (the lighting was as if overcast, rather than sunny.)

There was also some other dream content involving a home, not unlike the mobile home I used to live in at 3050 Asbury Lane (the mud pit in the dream was similar to the southeastern area of the property, south of the driveway, had it been IRL) but more like a built-foundation home, rather than a mobile ("modular") home ("trailer.")

In the dream-home, there was all sorts of "stuff" (some might say "junk") all over the floors, as if either A) the home had been ransacked, or B) the home owner had no sense of organization, cleaning, or even shelves / hampers / closets / dressers, nada. Just junk ("stuff") all over the floor.

The dreamer was thinking (for a brief moment) about how *some* of that "stuff" may be of value, yet the overall "clutter" of the environment was nearly mind-repelling. There was also a view of a single shelf of about maybe 4'–6' along one wall, but the "stuff" on *it* was practically buried in soil, as if erosion or possibly millennia had turned the contents into practically potting soil quality dirt (although it had a *hint* of red to it, as if maybe the shelf content had at some time been of iron, long since rusted away.)

In another segment, the dreamer found himself hanging (grasping with forward crooked finger tips) from the underside of an overpass *high* above a highway. (Second perspective description): Imagine an interstate or possibly California-width highway (6 lanes?) laid out along a flat terrain, running (from the dreamer's perspective, suspended way above the surface) forward (as if northward) and behind (as if under the dreamer's perspective, continuing southward.) Curiously, there is no traffic visible on the road surface.

Now imagine that there's a *cross over* bridge (an "overpass") only it's *way up* over the surface of the road, from the dreamer's perspective, running left-to-right (west to east) over the roadway below.

Now *somehow* (and there's no preface to this segment, so anyone's guess is as good as mine) the dreamer has ended up hanging from the bottom of that overpass.

The dreamer is hanging there, long enough to ponder the choice between "flying" out of the scene, vs. "dropping" to the ground. It seems, however, that the "gravity of the situation" is such that there is no sense of "flying" out of it. Also, as I personally (in real life) have never had any remarkable upper arm strength (I was lucky to get 3 or 4 chin-ups as a kid) there was practically *zero* thought of trying to pull myself up to climb out of the situation. This resulted in the dreamer pondering what might happen if one were to drop from such a height.

The original impression was that it was *way* too high to consider, yet the dreamer was thinking (while hanging there) that the typical height of an overpass only needed to be enough to allow the cargo of an 18-wheeler to get through, and that as "I" (in real life) am 6' tall, along with the length of hang from the extended arms (thus being 8'–9') the drop would only be around that same distance, 8'–9'. And sure enough, the "view" seemed to adjust to that perspective, so feeling "safe in the arms of God," so to speak, the dreamer let go.

There was the *sense* of landing, and thanking God for the landing, but the dream ended immediately at that point, clarity 9-ish–9+, as it was a fairly well-lit scene, despite being in the shadow of an overpass.

There's a dream segment, of sorts, involving a vehicle being used to transport an environment, similar to maybe an 18-wheeler (or possibly a shade smaller) being used to carry a rear cargo container, in which there was a long sort of narrow hallway, similar to that which one might encounter on a passenger train with sleeper cars, like you might see in a movie. (Do they even still have train cars like that anymore??)

The point is, that the truck was starting to leave a dark area, as if it were either A) at night or B) inside a darkened garage, but even so, the truck was leaving in a direction headed *away from* the perspective of the dreamer, and the dreamer made something of a hurried dash to get into the rear of the truck, even though there was a sense that the truck's cargo area / trailer may have been for the purpose of transporting mentally ill or criminally insane individuals. The dreamer felt something like, the purpose of the vehicle was of less importance than being *within* the vehicle in order to get to the next destination. End of segment, clarity 8-.

This last bit was of the more interesting level from a social perspective, as it involved other people in close proximity to the dreamer:

The dreamer was *as if* walking out of {his or her} home, *as if* the front door opened up directly onto the sidewalk of a busy city street at night, and directly to the dreamer's left was a small group of 3 or 4 people also emerging from an area *as if* from a theater to the left of where the dreamer had just emerged. (I know, that sentence may seem redundant / in need of editing, but the chiasmus seems applicable for some reason.)

Of the group that was emerging from the left, at least two were females, although there's a chance they were *all* females. The dreamer seemed to recognize at least two of them, as if from some younger days back when "I" was a teenager in high school, or very early 20s, and seeing these folk as if decades later, as if at a high school reunion or something, only this was more like "bumping into them" on the street, in a nearly literal fashion.

And while at least one of the females was clearly recognized during the dream, as of the time of journaling (writing this down before posting) I find myself unable to clearly recall who she was (or may have been) although I do get a strong sense of "theater," as if the female were in some way associated with the dramatic arts, possibly a fellow Thespian.

There was some *very brief* chit chat, sort of a *very* short version of "Oh! How are you!? *My* home is right next door..." (as in "would you like to come visit?") although the females (back then IRL as well as within the dream) seemed to have nothing otherwise in common with the dreamer, and the dream ended, clarity 8-ish (as it was a night scene, even if on a brightly-lit city street, much like Broadway in NYC.)

This next bit is rather vague. *Usually* whenever there's a Gina-involved dream, there's usually a good deal of recollection. This one, however? *VERY* vague:

The dreamer was *as if* in a room with / in the home of Ray Pascoal, although Ray was NOT mentioned by name in the dream. In fact, the guy *seemed* more like a version of myself than of someone else whom I've never met nor spoken to, personally, to the best of my knowledge, at least not as of the time of this writing (who knows what the future may bring???) (FYI: as of the last I was aware, Gina had divorced her first husband, Anthony Marzilli, in real life, and was last detected as being in a second marriage to Ray Pascoal. What her *actual* present-day status may be is anybody's guess, although I have reason to believe her last-known residence was in the Toronto area, possibly Mississauga, although I'm *expecting* her to possibly "move in with" her mother (Evelyn) and Evelyn's 3rd husband, Gene, as a "next logical step" following a divorce between Gina and Ray, which would bring Gina *back* into the US, hopefully, to reclaim and/or resume her US citizenship.)

At any rate, the dreamer was *as if* in discussion with "the other guy" as if having some type of discussion regarding Gina, who appeared a tad more clearly than the other guy, yet both were "seen" more as figures, than as solid entities.

While the dreamer had a longing desire to embrace Gina, there was also a sense of "respect for" another man's wife, thus, the dream ended, clarity 6 (like I said, "vague.")

[Richard Silk]

I recall being very much engaged in some form of dream activity around 8:15-ish AM when the dog woke me up (as usual, or at least was sitting up well before I was!) and yet whatever was being dreamt about has *totally* evaporated. I'm like, sitting here, typing, hoping that some form of clue will just *bing!* pop back into my head.

I've got a suspicion that there was either some form of female companion (friend, wife, sister or daughter) involved (one or the other, but only the "friend" description would pair with any of the others) so at least one could say "there was a friendly female involved," likely in her mid 20s or 30s.

There was no *immediately apparent* criminal element involved (not that I can recall, at any rate.) I'm trying to figure out what (if anything) could have possibly been the central theme (plot device) and between the choices of undeveloped landscape or developed property, the developed setting seems more likely, although distinguishing between an indoors or outdoors setting is part of the evaporated content.

Meanwhile, I'll working on finishing up a section of the book (it's being "edited / ironed out" in the cloud, so to speak, prior to getting re-spun into hardcover/paperback) that you can find at:
https://discussingjesus.quora.com/THY-KINGDOM-COME-Transcending-the-Duality-of-Sin-Through-the-Unity-of-Solum-Dei-Amor-Topic-The-Voice-of-a-series

(Short form: tinyurl.com/Q-DJ-TKC-TheVoice )

Sorry. Thought I could "pull a rabbit out of my hat" so to speak by working around the edges of the evaporated content, but apparently, it's simply "gone" (for now. Sometimes dream content has a way of just "popping back into mind" later during the day's activity. If it does, I'll make an effort to get it journaled in here.)