2024/09/23 Monday:

[Richard Carl Silk]

Yesterday was the Autumnal Equinox, and I noticed that by standing on the
northern tip of the back bottom step and looking westward (which appears a hair
left due to the physical orientation of the property, house, etc.) the sun may
be seen as "setting" (through the trees along the horizon) directly over the
northernmost gatepost along the back property line. Earlier, it was viewed
rising in the east (again, viewed as a hair to the left due to orientation) from
the kitchen window across the front yard, directly over the lamp post, but
again, through the trees along the horizon.

But that was "yesterday," IRL. (Posting this on 9/24.)

Last night, I had several dreams, mainly in 3 sections of the night.

The first dream ended around just before 12:35 AM. It involved the dreamer in an
area similar to being outside, in an area similar to where authorized vehicles
could maneuver between buildings (where normally the area is reserved for
bicycles and pedestrians) similar to the courtyard between the KUC and the Davis
Science Building.

The dreamer was making efforts to maintain close enough proximity so as to be
able to communicate face-to-face with a female, who *felt* very much like my
soulmate / other-half (Gina, in real life) only there was some other guy
(believe it or not, named "Anthony," which also happens to be the name of her
first ex-husband) who was somehow present, and somehow distracting the dreamer's
attention from the female ("Gina.")

While quoting the words verbatim is a bit beyond the evaporation level of the
dream, the gist of the conversation went *something* like this:

(Anthony): Why are you bothering me?
(Dreamer): I'm trying to communicate with Gina.
(Anthony): If you want to talk with Gina, why are you talking with me?"

The dreamer realized "I need to be talking with Gina" and switched his attention
to her, where she seemed to be in the driver's seat (American, left side) of
something like a U-Haul truck, of perhaps around a 14-footer, possibly 16',
although it didn't *quite* feel like the size of an 18 footer or larger.

The dreamer mentioned how "I've been trying to marry you for the past *40
years*..." and I'm fairly certain the phrase "40 years" was mentioned *twice*
before the dream ended. Clarity 9- / 8+ (as the setting of the dream seemed
more like evening dusk than daytime.)

The second major dream from last night came around before 5:30 AM, possibly
around 4:30 AM, and involved another outdoor scene, only this was in a setting
*similar* to my home, only the backfield IRL was more like a small lake, with
the driveway/back yard amounting to the land forming the shoreline, which was a
gradual slope directly into the water, no sandy beach.

The dreamer spotted something rather large, green, and eel-like, possibly a
giant (*GIANT*) sea slug, snake, or eel of some sort.

On taking another look, the creeping thing was sliding in a motion very much
like a worm going into the soil, or a sea slug moving directly over a horizontal
bar. (It was smooth motion, without wriggling or zig-zagging of any kind.)

The dreamer was actually *excited* at seeing the creature, in the sense of
"WOW!! DID YOU SEE THAT???" (He) turned (his) attention into the house,
calling others to come out and *see* this thing, however, when the dreamer
turned back to look at the critter, the dream ended. Clarity 9- (as again, the
background was darker rather than sunnier.)

The third dream section actually took place on the (longer) living room couch,
as I'd moved there from the bed, likely during a morning routine of having let
the dog out.

Sadly, the only thing I can remember about that last dream was that it ended at
the end of the last second with Britney Spears for some reason. She *could*
have been Taylor Swift for a brief flash before turning into Britney, and I'm
*fairly certain* "she" was some other person prior to that, during the normal
interaction section of the dream, although I'm unable to recall what that
interaction was about at this moment, while typing this up. Clarity: nearly all
but evaporated.

[Richard Carl Silk]

Had a rather "well-lit" dream just now, from around between 7:30 AM and 10:30
AM, as I was rather sleepy following breakfast so I took a couch-nap, which led
to:

The dreamer's attention was caught by the presence of a hot-air balloon (gondola
and all) floating barely a foot above ground level as it went floating along the
back field (south to north) behind Reeves-Rogers School behind my childhood home
on Scottland Drive.

There was at least one person associated possibly *in* the gondola, *or* somehow
hanging from the edge of the basket (somewhat difficult to remember precisely)
although the dreamer had a sense that there must've been a support team who
*helped* the dreamer get the balloon set up and launched from somewhere further
south, closer to the actual school.

The dreamer was interested to see such a thing, considering that maybe the
reason the balloon wasn't up in the sky may have been because the idea may have
had something to do with low-level flight-rides, making landing / recovery /
reset an easier task, however, when the dreamer went out to see it all closer
up, the dreamer found the balloon team further back in the direction from which
they'd come, a bit to the left (further south) within the field, rather than off
to the the right (north) which is where they'd been traveling, with the balloon
on the ground, deflated, being packed up for travel back to wherever they store
it.

Someone came out with a medium-sized remote control (fixed wing) airplane
(similar to a Cessna model, overhead wing) but had it landed in the back yard
proper of my home, rather than out in the field.

As the dreamer neared the model plane, a friend of mine (IRL, Larry D.) was
approaching from behind my position, and he said something *just a hair sharp*
towards the kid with the airplane, similar to (but not verbatim) "Be careful
with that thing— ya coulda ripped the balloon's air bag" (which would've
destroyed the balloon, or created such a rip in the fabric that it would've been
unable to fly.)

Whatever was said, the kid (perhaps around 10 or 11 years old?) "fought back" in
the only way he could at that point— he launched the plane *directly at* Larry,
veered just enough to the left of Larry's face (Larry's right) that the plane
missed hitting him, then as the plane was pulling up, it skimmed the shingles of
the roof on the house and took off.

The plane circled back and landed right next to the kid, much like a trained
falcon or a boomerang, and the dreamer kneeled down beside the kid and placed a
(right) hand upon the kid's (left) shoulder, said in something of a parental
tone: "First, that was some great flying, but second, you barely missed hitting
Larry in the face, so you might want to be careful as to where you aim that
thing. Third, and this is something you really may want to consider, that's a
new roof on that house, and it costs upwards of 20 thousdand dollars. If you'd
damaged it, do you have $20 thousand dollars to replace it?"

(The idea being to help the kid consider personal responsibility for his
actions.)

The kid's father (or a father figure) was standing a few feet away, and the
dreamer felt that the words were of value to the father as well, seeing as how
the dad should've had better control over his own son.

The reason the guy was likely the kid's father is because they looked just
alike, only the father being some 20+ years older than the son.

Now this is just a hunch, but I have the feeling that the father/son combination
*could* be the *same* person, as seen from two different perspectives in time,
being addressed at a "common" point in time by the dreamer's perspective.
Regardless....

The father said something along the lines of, "Now only if you could talk some
sense into" [the people living behind them.]

The guy pointed the dreamer's view in the direction of Raleigh Court, which runs
north off of Hanover Street (maps.app.goo.gl/eYgWfB22tWQKhrT87) and the dreamer
sees a line of 3-story apartment blocks running along the western side of
Raleigh Court.

This view was surprising to the dreamer, as (even today) that street has always
been lined with single residence, single story homes. So the dreamer took a
*good* look, and noticed at least two, possibly three distinct blocks of 3-story
apartment buildings (where before there'd been only houses) and was thinking
something along the lines of: "I must've been away longer than I thought!" (a
bit of the Rip Van Winkle syndrome?)

The guy was telling the dreamer something about how the landlord lived in the
second building (running south-to-north) on the second floor, and that they had
a kid (possibly a brat daughter) who was a real menace, and likely the source of
a bad influence upon the man's son (who had flown the model airplane.)

The dreamer had half an idea to go investigate the claim when the dream ended,
clarity 9+ overall, but *possibly* dealing with the elements of the perception
of "time."

[Richard Carl Silk]

So much content, here are just some of the elements:

Older house with older women, who look like they've been through the "dumpier"
side of life, one or two of them starting to disrobe, dreamer averts gaze (has
no desire to see what's going on) although catches a *glimpse* of what may be an
exposed tampon string (ugh!)

However, while looking away (towards a hallway?) dreamer sees younger women,
maybe in their adult teens or twenties? and at least one of them looks to be
naked as well, as if being brought down the hallway as a servant / slave of some
type.

The dreamer has some type of compassionate feeling towards one of them, and
somehow later the scene involves a folding up of a large, rectangular cloth
that's decorated with painted flowers, slightly larger than life-sized, aligned
as if the cloth represented a flower bed, and the flowers were arranged somewhat
like an encyclopedic display of various types, sizes, shapes, and colors.

As the cloth is being folded up, there's a mention that the one being last
visible (due to the way it was being folded) was of relevance as being the last
flower having to do with some event in the life of one of the women, likely the
younger, naked servant. Clarity 8- (as there was *so* much activity / symbology
involved, it was difficult to focus on any particular development.)

In another dream, the dreamer is either driving or directing the driving of
someone in a car, along a nearly rural section of road, *similar* to (yet
different from) a cross between Una-Antioch Pike (in Davidson County) and Asbury
Lane (in Rutherford County, both in Tennessee.)

The driver is heading northward, with a need to go to the right (eastward) to
his destination, and clearly misses the named street that would've led eastward.
The dreamer instructs the driver to turn right at the next intersection, and
make a simple T maneuver (more like this: ?) in order to back up (with the tail
of the vehicle pointed north, nose pointed south) then proceed a bit more
carefully, then making a left turn (eastward) onto a road with at least two
words / names on the sign, something like "Adriane Barbarosa Road," at which
point the dream ends. And although there's not much substance to this dream,
it was very clear, approaching a 9 to 9+ in clarity.

A house dream wherein people are congregating for some reason, with some action
in a larger front living room of sorts, and some action outside on the lawn.
Mostly evaporated. There'd been more to it, but all that detail is gone.
Clarity 6+ as a result.

A dream involving something like an old-fashioned date stamp, where you can roll
the elements to the tip in order to create a stamp, only this was involving
something like a beeper, where you could roll up some type of address or contact
info, possibly a name / phone number, displayed primarily as just a name, for
either a person or a business.

This item was then encased in an object similar to a car tire, but the tread was
being *re-fitted / replaced* and *glued* or otherwise *affixed* into place. The
dreamer was thinking the device needed to have a different contact being
displayed, but the tread was going into place (the way it "fit" was unique, as
if the jagged edges of the inner circumference of the tread were nearly
pixelated, in a pattern similar to that of a city skyline, where every building
differs in height from another one) and once it was "fit" into place, there was
no going back to set the device as was felt needed. Clarity 8-ish? (Possibly
7.)

In a somewhat similar dream, the central human figure was like a car mechanic,
only the "vehicle" was a metal frame, similar in shape to a bicycle, but more
like two bike frames side-by-side (making a 4-wheeler) and as the body / frame
was "all open architecture," the mechanic was able to simply reach back to the
right (he was seated on the left) and make an adjustment to an area of a wire,
similar to adjusting a break or gear shift cable. If this was symbolic, it was
a rather clear 7, but if otherwise, it was around clarity 9, as the vehicle
seemed *totally* believable.

In another dream, the dreamer is feeling emotionally/romantically concerned with
a female (I'm thinking they were both around their young 20s?) and he tells her,
"I love you." She replies bluntly, "We're through," as if to say "I'm done with
you."

The dreamer is a tad disheartened that her feelings were not reciprocated, but
instead said something like, "That's OK, I'm through with you too." Clarity
emotional, sure, but otherwise just an 8+.

In this rather peculiar dream, the dreamer seems to be clearly myself, as the
dreamer is addressing / observing another person, who clearly resembles my
(late) father (from real life) as he appeared in his 40s. (Even in his 50s, he
looked a bit like his 40s.)

What's so peculiar is he was wearing a diving mask and snorkel, and I *think*
SCUBA gear. He was first seen as his head came out of a kitchen sink *full* of
frothy bubbles, as if someone had been cleaning a *load* of kitchen grease out
of some pots & pans. (I just had the distinct impression that the soapy bubbles
were greasy somehow.)

He took off his facemask, cleared his mouth (of either the snorkel and/or the
SCUBA gear) and said something, to which the dreamer replied, but more in the
form of a question, perhaps along the lines of "HOW did you get IN there?"
although I really have no recollection of anything that was said. End of dream,
clarity around 9-ish.