2023/11/22 Wednesday: Playing for the other side???

[Richard Silk]

These following dreams go back to the evening/morning of the 20th, but I've been rather busy of late (with company coming for Thanksgiving, having to clean up the house, etc.) and the overall *unusual* nature of them caused me to think carefully about what they may be about before posting.

Going back to Monday morning of the 20th, one dream I'd had involved the dreamer doing the both hands cupping the chest maneuver, with a few unusual outcomes:

1) the dreamer realizing "herself" to be female (or at least, having mammaries, about a solid B or C cup) and that, contrary to the fantasies of young males, there was no "erotic" sensation to them whatsoever. I *suspect* that's because the body perceives its own flesh as "neutral" which is why things like ticks, chiggers, rashes, and the *opposite* sex are so noticeable in their own right. The dreamer (or at least the omniscient, narrative mind) even had a moment of:
<Huh— so *that's* what that feels like...>
(a bit "nonplussed" at feeling nothing particular, other than the presence of the tissue itself, similar to any person noticing the flesh of one's own buttock or triceps or such. There's more to notice in the bone structure of rubbing out / stretching one's own foot / toes / phalanges.)

2) the very next thought was in regards to the dreamers *other* area (of which teenage males have trouble (or in some cases, are incapable) of freeing their minds— this problem extends to many males of any age, by the way, but that's part of life, eh?) and the first thought the dreamer had was:
<I wonder what *that* feels like?>
(with the contemplation of what it might feel like to actually touch *that spot*)
to which the narrative, omniscient mind advised:
<Better not>
(and there seemed the foundational thoughts of freedom from sexual enslavement, freedom from carnal passion, etc., based upon "Lead us NOT INTO temptation, but deliver us FROM evil") so the dreamer *skipped* that particular "check" *BUT* was uniquely aware that the mind/soul *felt* *different* — and the best way I know how to explain this is by highlighting the *contrast* between the general "male" sensation of being, and the way the dreamer "felt" *following* the self-checking of the dreamer's own upper torso:

I've long been aware (since "The DaVinci Code" came out in 2006, at least) that the v downward triangle is often used to represent the female "chalice" / pelvis, sacrum, womb, whereas the ^ upward triangle is often used to represent the male "arch" (point, lance, spear, you get the picture).

However, during this dream, there was a *definite* **sense** of the v feeling, as if two "lines of thought" converged (downward, along the torso, one line to each side) to very focused "point" (the point where the dreamer had decided to *not* check by touching) and, upon waking afterwards, this gave me (the waking person, the conscious male) the opportunity to contrast how *I* feel (how I sense my own existence, internally, as per the soul as it were) in *contrast with* that "point" that had been *sensed* in the dream.

Here's what I've sorta come up with as a "working theory" / observation: The male has a general sense of a *parallel* structure of the torso, with an oval void *about* the border of / extending outward from the base of the pelvis, as if there's a perimeter with a vacuum (or void) that senses the need for fulfillment.

The sensation of the dreamer (who had apparently been female) sensed a *specific point* that felt nearly as clearly defined as a period (.) on a page.

So here's my hunch: In the Spiritual sense, the female point (.) is in search of the point's opposite, the male void (0) just as a photon is in search of a wavelength.

In the physical sense, the male sword searches for the female sheath, or possibly the sheath is in search of a sword, but that's largely based upon perspective, one would think.

Put them together, and you've got: *Light ☀️!* At any rate, this all seems to describe (in parallel, possibly in parabolic form) that which is written in Genesis 1:1–3, as well as through verse 5.

Now for an interesting "real life" event that *followed* that Monday morning dream/vision (that was basically a clarity 7+ / 8-, except for the noted sensations, that were clearly 10/11!)—

I spend most of my daytime hours answering questions and sharing understanding (aka "teaching") at DiscussingJesus.Quora.Com although there comes into my email inbox a LOT of Quora-associated content, a bit like targeted advertising, so I caught this one question and answered it:
https://www.quora.com/Together-for-2-yrs-I-m-16-and-so-is-he-Both-Christian-but-he-now-wants-to-convert-to-Islam-Yesterday-he-was-fine-and-today-I-can-t-even-touch-him-I-m-confused-What-do-I-do-He-keeps-changing-his-mind-every-month/answer/Richard-Carl-Silk

Now *in case* you may be wondering: "What does that article have to do with the dream?"— it's that the dream preceded the discovery of the question and the writing of the answer. It was during that process that I was dealing with (an anonymous) 16 year-old's love story in/on Quora.
— WARNING: Converting to Islam gives a jihadist the belief that he has the religious obligation to rape the kafir (non-Muslim.)

Having dug all that back out and shared it, I'm a bit unclear as to when this next bit occurred, but I *think* it was yesterday morning (11/21) where I awoke after having a female ask me to wash her back. While this wasn't much to remark about, it *started* with an interesting scene:

The dreamer was seated in the right hand (passenger) front seat of a car, and a female with a black blouse (about the neck, sleeveless or perhaps with spaghetti straps?) and nearly the same color black (dark) hair (boyish cut length, *very* similar to the wiki photo of Dorothy Hamill) got into the driver's (front left) seat, whereupon the dreamer remarked that her top looked "just like mine" (as the dreamer seemed to be wearing something remarkably similar, as if from the same designer.)

The girl said to the dreamer: "Wash my back—" — and whether it was a suggestion or question or command, it was mostly just matter-of-fact, so as she turned her then bare back to the dreamer, the dreamer reached forward as if in a general massage approach, whereupon the dream immediately ended. I'm a bit uncertain as to whether the female in the dream was actually touched or not. Again, all I can think of is: "and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us *from* evil...." (in conjunction with the 1st Commandment, Exodus 20:3.)

There were so many dreams last night / this morning, it would likely take me another hour or more to type them up.

However, there was one that was of particular interest: the dreamer was looking at something *like* a 3-D model (practically holographic!) of a building, similar to a motel laid out in a rectangular shape (with the long side facing a parking lot area, big enough to "square" the property) and the view was *initially* as if looking at a photograph (similar to seeing a cad-cam drawing on a computer screen) yet for some reason, the view was slowly in motion. (If you've ever studied a holographic image in detail, you may understand that, if it were in the center of room, one could view it as if looking at a physical statue, only it is possible to see *through* it, much like looking through a ghost.)

As the dreamer's perspective moved slowly, slightly to the right, the view of the holographic building was as if remaining still, yet the dreamer's changing perspective gave the impression as if the model were on a lazy-Susan / round robin tray, rotating slowly clockwise (and viewed from the base.)

The "rooms" (or whatever!) were all perfectly laid out cubes, of perhaps 3 deep, 3 or 4 tall, and several cubes in length, of perhaps 10 or so. The interesting thing is there were no obvious hallways within the structure, as if it were some type of "cubic memory storage" (similar to how digital devices store data in an array.)

The background was dark, nearly blackish-bluish, but the array of the structure was in fine lines of sparkling gold (with a crimson tinge.) Remember, it was of a "holographic" quality, as well as if seen on a computer screen, so exactly *what* was being viewed and how was never actually discussed within the dream. Clarity: in parts, 7 (symbolic) yet in effect, 10 (exceptionally life-like.)

FYI: today, "Hamas" is allegedly returning some of the Jewish hostages from October 7th, 2023. On that date, I posted a dream regarding a golden/crimson western sky, and the *very* fine lines of the holographic vision were of that same golden/crimson color / light.

[Richard Silk]

Just a slight catch-up on the "cubic-motel" with gold-crimson lines... as of today (11/24/23) some of the hostages are being transferred out of Gaza to Egypt (to freedom) — As of the time of this editing, they have arrived back in Israel.

Meanwhile, as yesterday was Thanksgiving, I was a bit too preoccupied to make a post, but here's the entry that should have been posted yesterday morning:

2023/11/23 Thursday (Thanksgiving):

One very peculiar dream-like (possibly astral?) experience stayed with me all day (as well as being relatively still fresh this morning, Friday) so here it is:

The dreamer had, for *some* reason that was relatively *so fast* that the intro to the sequence was nearly a blur of activity, gone out upon a ledge (approximately 2' "wide", that is, running the length of the outer wall of a building, away from the wall by about 2', some unknown distance above whatever was below) and was in a *primarily* supine position (on one's back) but possibly a touch rolled onto the right arm/side. It was *as if* the dreamer had awakened (in a night scene, rather dark outside!) *on the ledge.*

The "feeling" was as if the ledge were either 40 floors or possibly even 140 floors above the street below. The dreamer had the *distinct* feeling of gravity (*and* height!) such that if the dreamer were to fall asleep and roll further clockwise (onto the right side) the dreamer would roll *off* the ledge, and gravity would take the dreamer to whatever came next (like a *splat* with the sidewalk, etc.) so the dreamer was *very* mindful of *staying* mindful ("alert") so as to avoid possibly falling asleep and rolling off the ledge. (The mental state of the dreamer was such that it would have been *very* easy to release focus / mindfulness and fallen asleep.)

So as the dreamer was lying there, contemplating {his/her} position (the gender/sex of a dreamer is *often* unthought of) there was the thought of the outside temperature (at night) which was *considered* to be on the side of "cold" and there was even a hint of snowfall out across the city night.

At this point of contemplation *by the dreamer within the dream,* the dreamer looked across the dark sky towards a distant skyscraper that had something like a golden (bronze?) bell (similar to the "Liberty Bell") as something akin to a lit image (perhaps it was just a lit sign, perhaps it was a bell with a light on it, perhaps it was a bell of light itself, perhaps it was something else entirely?) and about that time, the dreamer considered the consequence of <just lying there (with no change)> in contrast/comparison with the idea of moving in any direction possible (either towards the feet or towards the head) in order to generate *some* form of "change" in the situation.

At the time of the dream, it was rather clear which way the dreamer went, but a day later, it's unclear as to whether the dreamer shuffled towards the feet, or towards the head (I *think* it was towards the feet) when the very next moment, the dreamer came onto a slightly wider platform, of perhaps 4' square in space, presumably there so that the disabled (those in wheel chairs) could "sit out" and enjoy the view. (Was it a "plank" for pushing old / infirm people off of tall buildings? Reminds me of the old Norse tradition as well as the Muslim / Shari'a / jihadist practice of tossing queers off of tall buildings, but that's an observation made while writing this up. In the dream, it was just an "access point" for the disabled.)

At any rate, the dreamer immediately arose / stood up, and sure enough, the door was *unlocked* and the dreamer went *right into* / inside the building, made a left turn (as if heading down a corridor) and was met by at least one face (that looked a bit like my younger self) heading towards the dreamer.

The dreamer was *beginning* to share something akin to [Guess what I just went through!] when the dream ended, feeling a bit like entering into the oncoming rush of energy/light that followed the face that had come down the corridor.

And while the night-view was *clearly* "dark," the "mental focus" of the dreamer was relatively strong, even though the dream itself *may* be some time of time-summary, wherein *numerous* events (throughout a period of time) have shaped a type of "corridor" through which an idea has traveled (with an "idea" being akin to a soul's existence) so I'm gonna give this a clarity of 10-/9+.

The other dream (from the evening/morning of the 23rd) was that of the dreamer *looking in* "Gina's diary."

While there was no overt effort to *read* her diary, there *was* a single observation (with some clarity) wherein she (specifically, *the writing*) mentioned a dislike for the name "Dick Silk" (written in cursive.) While I *could've* quoted it verbatim upon waking, the best I can do now is an approximate paraphrase: [I dislike the name "Dick Silk."] (Gina has always known me as "Richard" — as best I know myself.)

Incidentally, I *have* a sample of Gina's handwriting (IRL) and, like *many* women, it is (or at least "was") rather flowing and full, whereas the writing in the diary was more like my mother's handwriting, a bit sharper / masculine than most female handwriting. Another observation is that, while my elderly mother's handwriting is *very* light (and has been for a few years now) the writing in the diary was very dark, black ink on a white page, indicating some strength in the penmanship. Clarity 9-ish.