Richard Carl Silk
2024-06-07 14:13:17 UTC
At the start of an afternoon couch nap, my mind began "seeing" text items,
similar to views one might have on a smartphone or laptop. The views were too
brief to actually "read" anything of them, however, the mind was at just the
right stage to have thought I was actually viewing something, rather than seeing
images in a near-dream-like state.
After 2 or 3 of these incidents, I relaxed my mind just a bit more (drifting
deeper into sleep) and the dream I remember (what's left of it, surviving
evaporation) involved the dreamer having a type of interaction with some other
guy, perhaps mid-40s or possibly even mid-50s (I'd say mid-60s at the latest,
but I'm often a really poor judge of age regarding others, *especially* in
dreams! They're either birth-thru-toddler age, young teens, mature teens, young
adults, adults, or elderly, typically.)
The point of view / perspective of the dreamer was located in some manner around
the south-western area of my home, except it was like that of my childhood home,
at the time before the construction of the sunroom, where the patio area was
simply a covered, concrete slab patio, capable of sheltering two vehicles parked
beneath the aluminum/corrugated sheet metal roofing from hail and sun.
There was a sound within the dream, readily identifiable, as that of a
helicopter flying over the house.
The guy was as if on alert, wanting to know what the sound was, and the dreamer
was informing him it was only a helicopter (and only of a moderate size, not one
of those huge egg beaters or heavy Hueys (The Bell UH-1 Iroquois) of the U.S.
Army or Air Force) yet the guy was apparently disoriented, apparently anxious to
go eastward, when the sound was clearly going westward (in a track just barely a
few points south of east, towards a few points barely north of west.)
The dreamer moved towards the western side of the patio, out to where the
dreamer could look upward, and indeed saw a moderate-sized helicopter heading
westward-ish across the sky, where the dreamer was saying something to the other
guy, like, "See? There it goes."
What was more interesting (at least to the dreamer) was the view of a number of
people with telescopes of various types and sizes (from refractors, the
narrow-tube-like type, to reflectors, the fat, short, open-ended type) and there
were at least, say, 3 reflectors, and at least one refractor, possibly more, and
they were *all* aimed skyward towards the west, aligned along the western edge
of the property, which abuts a rather large field (behind Reeves-Rogers School)
thus giving them all a fairly *good* view of the western horizon.
Only in the dream, it wasn't even sunset. It was more like somewhere in the
afternoon, *possibly* early evening, but there wasn't even a *hint* of sunset in
the dream.
The dreamer was intent upon going over to them to see what the event was all
about, when the dream ended, clarity 10-. (There was nothing to suggest any
symbolic or dream-like distortions of reality in any way, yet it lacked the
"crisp as day"-like feel of waking reality.)
similar to views one might have on a smartphone or laptop. The views were too
brief to actually "read" anything of them, however, the mind was at just the
right stage to have thought I was actually viewing something, rather than seeing
images in a near-dream-like state.
After 2 or 3 of these incidents, I relaxed my mind just a bit more (drifting
deeper into sleep) and the dream I remember (what's left of it, surviving
evaporation) involved the dreamer having a type of interaction with some other
guy, perhaps mid-40s or possibly even mid-50s (I'd say mid-60s at the latest,
but I'm often a really poor judge of age regarding others, *especially* in
dreams! They're either birth-thru-toddler age, young teens, mature teens, young
adults, adults, or elderly, typically.)
The point of view / perspective of the dreamer was located in some manner around
the south-western area of my home, except it was like that of my childhood home,
at the time before the construction of the sunroom, where the patio area was
simply a covered, concrete slab patio, capable of sheltering two vehicles parked
beneath the aluminum/corrugated sheet metal roofing from hail and sun.
There was a sound within the dream, readily identifiable, as that of a
helicopter flying over the house.
The guy was as if on alert, wanting to know what the sound was, and the dreamer
was informing him it was only a helicopter (and only of a moderate size, not one
of those huge egg beaters or heavy Hueys (The Bell UH-1 Iroquois) of the U.S.
Army or Air Force) yet the guy was apparently disoriented, apparently anxious to
go eastward, when the sound was clearly going westward (in a track just barely a
few points south of east, towards a few points barely north of west.)
The dreamer moved towards the western side of the patio, out to where the
dreamer could look upward, and indeed saw a moderate-sized helicopter heading
westward-ish across the sky, where the dreamer was saying something to the other
guy, like, "See? There it goes."
What was more interesting (at least to the dreamer) was the view of a number of
people with telescopes of various types and sizes (from refractors, the
narrow-tube-like type, to reflectors, the fat, short, open-ended type) and there
were at least, say, 3 reflectors, and at least one refractor, possibly more, and
they were *all* aimed skyward towards the west, aligned along the western edge
of the property, which abuts a rather large field (behind Reeves-Rogers School)
thus giving them all a fairly *good* view of the western horizon.
Only in the dream, it wasn't even sunset. It was more like somewhere in the
afternoon, *possibly* early evening, but there wasn't even a *hint* of sunset in
the dream.
The dreamer was intent upon going over to them to see what the event was all
about, when the dream ended, clarity 10-. (There was nothing to suggest any
symbolic or dream-like distortions of reality in any way, yet it lacked the
"crisp as day"-like feel of waking reality.)