10:47 AM 5/2/2021
"The "KABLAH"— I know, that's a weird word. It was just as weird in the dream, and what you see here in writing is only an *approximation* of the word that was "heard" / felt / experienced within the dream: The dreamer's perspective was that of an individual looking at his right hand (and forearm) with thumb and fingers performing something akin to a "twist / snap" type move, except that rather than thumb snapping against fingers (in the hand position as if one were holding up a baseball, palm zenith, knuckles nadir) (as if "screwing in a light bulb" with the socket *above* the bulb) in *one motion* there was this *twist* with the sound, "KABLAH" (or something like that— NOT to be confused with the "Kaaba" or the "Kabbala"! —although it *could* represent a "marriage" of the two concepts!) which spawned forth a revealing (an apokalupsis, ἀποκάλυψις, apocalypse) (biblehub.com/greek/602.htm) of people, along with a ball in the background, symbolic of the Earth. It may well be "the aftermath" of "The Torah" meets "Jihad" in the sense that "life" meets "death" and the "KABLAH" is the consequence.

I feel it important to note the "difference" between one snapping one's fingers (in real life) which produces the sound of a *Snap!* as compared with this "twist" as if one were twisting an object of "nothing" into "existence" (using a "counter-clockwise spin." IF the hand had been pointing *downward* —which it was NOT— the spin would've been clockwise.) The "nothing" suddenly achieved a sense of "mass" as if *something* had been "snapped" / twisted resulting in the "KABLAH" sound.

11:04 AM 5/2/2021

11:01 AM 5/3/2021
Traffic flow
Diamond heist
House w/door jam issue
Swinging on rope / paintball game / first aid kit.

11:03 AM 5/3/2021
Traffic flow: The dreamer is either in or adjacent to a stalled and long line of cars, a "traffic jam"— a bit difficult to say, because my recollection begins at a point *outside* of a vehicle, and whether the dreamer *exited* the car or was already outside of it is unclear (but sure, the possibility exists for "exited" to be the case.)

The dreamer began to assess the problem, mainly, being a re-route of traffic (likely due to construction of a main thoroughfare, likely along TN Blvd. in front of MTSU) that was passing *through* a much older version (likely anywhere from the 1970s through the '80s— I did not catch any of the year / make / models of the cars in the dream) of the MTSU football field / stadium (Johnny "Red" Floyd Stadium and Horace Jones Field.) The dreamer seemed to have a *solution* as to *how* to make the traffic jam "flow" more efficiently, which involved having the "stoppage" occur on the SOUTH end of outside the stadium, rather than on the NORTH end, as the "Feng shui" ["fung shwee"] just seemed to "work better" that way. And no, the term "Feng shui" did NOT occur within the dream. It was just the "feeling of logical flow" ["geomancy," "divination by earth," "'ilm al-raml," "the science of the sand"] that seemed to be present.

The dreamer needed someone to help hold the traffic at the North end where the dreamer was, and got some slightly overweight guy (technically borderline obese, but what some might call "pudgy" whereas others might consider "stocky") with a very warm, friendly, helpful demeanor to assist. After addressing this guy, the dreamer "took off" towards the South end in order to put the remainder of the solution into place. This wasn't the feeling of "flying" but it DID occur VERY swiftly!

Meanwhile, there was this "segment" / scene / image of an outline of a map of the western (mostly residential) blocks (streets) whereby ALL this nonsense of driving THROUGH the stadium could be averted. Sure, it would require "detour signs" to guide people through the turns, but it *would* alleviate this straight-line traffic *through* the stadium! A point I nearly left out: this traffic *through* the (east side of the) stadium ran *along* the area between the field and the bleachers, the elevated area where the fans normally travel in order to get to / from their seats. In the dream, it seemed plausible for vehicles (cars) to travel one way along this corridor, and as such, the traffic control system (a guy with a HALT sign at each end) could permit oscillating traffic flow, but only in one direction at a time, not in full-two-way traffic flow.

I *suspect* it was during the review of the map of the western blocks that the dream ended. Funny condition, actual "stress" / frustration from the stagnant traffic, a very real sense of "having a solution" *as well as* a logical OTHER solution, but with a clarity of perhaps 8+.

Meanwhile, IRL, I did quite a bit of subsequent stuff online, which will explain the gap in this next timestamp:

12:20 PM 5/3/2021
Diamond heist: The dreamer was *very much* like a super-smooth thief: someone (like a law enforcement type) seemed to be "addressing him" as in the initial encounter that leads to search / seizure / arrest, but the guy just casually tossed out a cup full of large ice cubes along with the diamond and claimed something akin to, "Search me? Where do you think it might be?" with the underlying premise that no law enforcement dupe would *ever* think that a thief would *ever* toss out such a huge diamond (roughly larger than a walnut!) onto the ground with a sloshy cup of ice.

The "law enforcement" aspect of the dream seemed to go away, and the dreamer simply recovered the actual diamond as easily as scooping up an ice cube (as he had a *very* keen idea of where it had landed amongst the ice) and proceeded into the next segment, which appeared to involve a pillow inside a pillow cover, with the diamond between the pillow and the pillow cover, on board a jet during the passenger embarkation (loading) phase. Clarity 8-.

12:26 PM 5/3/2021
House w/door jam issue:
The dreamer was inside a home much like the mobile home in my past at 3050 Asbury Lane, except that it seemed to be nearly a story above the ground (the mobile home was nearly 2' above ground level IRL, but this seemed much higher than that, at LEAST 4', possibly as much as 8'!) The dreamer was at the "back door" (the main method of entry IRL to the mobile home on Asbury Lane) looking outside, specifically, AT the door jam on the left, noting that it appeared rather "rotten," made of a wooden beam, but the dreamer simply applied pressure (with a foot, perhaps?) to the practically shredded fibers of the beam and it straightened up nicely. Not a *perfect* repair, but one that seemed to return some sense of sturdiness to the structure. It was as if this repair function could be repeated as necessary, OR the beam actually replaced, but that would require more energy / cost / labor in order to accomplish.

12:31 PM 5/3/2021
Swinging on rope / paintball game / first aid kit:
AS IF the dreamer had somehow exited the location in the "house w/door jam issue," "he" (this seemed very much like a "he" in this clip) found himself out in the southern area of the property on Asbury Lane, only this was a bit more level, flat, and open than it was IRL back in the 1990s, yet relatively *close to* the same ground elevation as the home (in the dream— Somewhere post 2001 IRL, the guy who bought the property illegally FILLED that area and MADE it flat, but at a higher elevation than was evident within the dream.)

The dreamer was attracted to a length of rope hanging in the middle of the field, *as if* it were hanging from the SKY— however, the dreamer seemed *almost totally* uninterested in the SOURCE from which that rope was hanging! He merely enjoyed the idea of latching onto it and swinging around as if in a gym setting (or outdoor park, which was far more like what this felt like. IRL, I can remember using rope swings in order to go out over water and "drop in," a VERY fun / exciting / wonderful experience!) The rope had a slight elasticity to it, such that the weight of the dreamer ON the rope felt something like a slight "tug" on the rope. He was contemplating climbing the rope (something I personally have never been very good at! Even as a kid, I found pole climbing to be rather difficult, although I *could* do it up until my sense of weight began to present itself as something I was not quite strong enough to overcome, physically.) So the dreamer is casually enjoying the swinging on this rope (from the sky!) when he sees teens / young adults (he focused in on one of them) further to the south, emerging from sheds / buildings, etc. in a stealthy, creep-type mode, holding what appeared to be a gun, only the dreamer immediately suspected, "I hope that's a PAINT gun!" and sure enough, paint balls could then be seen near the top rear of the barrel, as if it were a gravity-fed magazine of yellow paint balls. He (?) was headed east (to the left) whereupon the dreamer spotted this rather attractive, young female with brown hair, a bit of the slender, collegiate type, but with a sense of intelligence which just about perfectly balanced her foxiness. It was as if one were thinking "intelligence," then such was her major quality. But IF one had thought otherwise, well, here's how the rest of this dream played out:

The female approached the dreamer / the dreamer addressed the female, along the lines of "Is this a paintball field?" to which she replied something along the lines of "Yes— but you need to have one of these, just in case" and handed me her own, personal "first aid kit," which was about the size of an oversized bandage, maybe 1" wide and 2" long, and ¼" thick. I thanked her and put it in my right pocket, then became concerned as to *her* well-being. Personally, I couldn't imagine any actual damage from a paintball, other than the mess of cleaning off the paint and a slight sting at being hit (ok, perhaps more than slight, but something that would only leave a red mark that would likely go away in *less than* a day, or two at the *most.*)

There was also some kind of physical book involved, one that looked *similar* to my maternal family Bible (IRL) but perhaps smaller. The family Bible IRL is BIG: possibly 3" width at the spine, and over a foot in height, and nearly a foot in width, and even THOSE dimensions may be a tad shy! There was some unanswered question as to why that book was there, or why it appeared to be in "my" possession, *as if* it had come from *her* somehow, and suddenly the thought of repaying her for the first aid kit came to mind: "How much does the kit cost?"
"Five thousand dollars," she replied, as if she meant 50¢.
"FIVE - THOUSAND - DOLLARS?" The amount hit me like a ton of bricks, *let alone* her selflessness at just *giving* it to me, *let alone* what it must have COST her personally to obtain it! Somehow the item ("gift") seemed too much. I felt obliged to (sadly) return it to her. I *appreciated* that she was giving me (the dreamer) such a phenomenal gift, but it simply seemed "too much" for me to process. Further, I began to explain, that was simply FAR too much for something that a dab of rubbing alcohol and a band aid could cover. I was contemplating the value of the book, even though it seemed more like a library loan than a permanent acquisition, when the dream ended.
13:07 PM 5/3/2021

May the 4th be with you :-) (Star Wars Day) :-)

Mark:31 AM 5/4/2021 This is being written up at 31 minutes after the hour on 5/5, but is FOR the dreams of the morning of 5/4, so the only point in keeping track of the minutes in this post is to indicate the time spent typing, not that it really matters that much, but to continue....

The dreamer was hanging on to the *outside* front of a bus, the kind with a mostly "flat" front, but for some reason, there was the *sense* of a "ledge" such that an external rider could *hang onto* a handle bolted (welded, perhaps?) to the outside skin (right front) of the bus. The dreamer was NOT using the hand hold, but someone suggested that it should be done (at least for safety) so the dreamer used (I *think*) the left hand in order to hold onto that handle. This lasted only a moment, as then the next scene involved being *inside* either the bus OR a room, and one of the persons *in* that room was Carolyn M., looking about 18 to 20 years of age (she's likely 60 OR 61 this year!) who was my *first* crush as a very young kid (that I can remember.) There is one of those heart-emotional feelings (empathy, perhaps?) but that was likely the end of the dream. Clarity 6+, maybe. Sure, the bus and handhold *could* be symbolism, or *perhaps* a mental construct, but other than expressing my feelings *from the past* for Carolyn, I really am unable to find much other meaning or sense within the dream, *unless* **perhaps** it was akin to the thumbing of a gong, getting me prepared with respect to an upcoming dream that *might* make more sense? Pure speculation here. At any rate:

X:39 AM In a *large* area room, perhaps 20'x20'? maybe more? open floor, as if meant *for* dining, possibly as a den / kitchen area, such that recreational activities might be possible. I remember the floor being of a light white & tan pattern, certainly "earth toned," such that IF someone from Arizona or the mid-south-west were to track outside dirt on it, such would be more difficult to immediately spot. There were two rooms "further back" (to the left?) presumably for adult sleepers (parents? adult teens?) And there seemed to be a kind of squeeze-trigger-bottle spray for insect / bug control. Clarity 8+-ish.

X:44 AM Note that I am typing this up from hand-scratched notes I took this morning, after waking, rather than doing Sudoku puzzles while on the john. I'm *slightly* impressed that some of these details are noted, whereas I only *barely* remember them FROM reading the notes!

*Something* about a guy with possible vision issue, and the dreamer offering him *my* reading glasses to possibly assist. He seemed very pleased with the result :-)

*Something* about a guy *straight punching me* in the *face!* Never been punched in the nose (in real life)— at least, not that I can consciously recall! So this guy punching me in the face IN A DREAM was really interesting as well! I felt the impact, but little pain to speak of. It was almost as if being punched by a shadow person, very little light outlining his features. Clarity 4, but the impact was clarity 9+! :-)

X:50 AM Sideways motion of vehicle: the dreamer was *inside* a car, which was moving neither "forward" NOR "backward" but *sideways*, as if pushed from the right, sliding left. There was a feeling as if the car had collided with something to its left as well, such as another car body. Dream ended, clarity 7-.

There's this person / figure who reminds me of a classic clown in the middle of an area, sort of like a rodeo clown, in the center of a demolition derby (possibly having something to do with the sideways moving car!) only there was some kind of spray (like the bug spray mentioned earlier) in a bottle, only this spray was a type of acid, meant to dissolve the clown, but *why* is unclear. It's also unclear as to whether or not any actual harm ever came to the clown, but it was *as if* it was *customary* to spray the clown with acid. Unsettling, for sure. Clarity 8-.

X:54 One *or two* people using an "older" computer system (larger CRT monitor, NOT a flat screen!) in the "educational wing" of Grace Lutheran Church, near where the original kitchen is located, but along the north wall (that runs west-east) (the kitchen is along the southern wall) and the dreamer seems to be finding something near the "back door" (easternmost side door exit of the building) where the dreamer notices a few things: 1, that there's a young gal there in a white dress with earth-toned floral patterns (this scene was likely from my late teens / early 20s) who has my interest (*possibly* Melissa Bellantoni) as a crush (she and Carolyn were my first *2* crushes) then 2, there was this guy there, Jim K., who had his right hand on this other (?) gal's back left side, possibly her left shoulder, as if to "connect" with her, but the dreamer was *clearly* wondering, "I wonder what your wife would think of that, James?" (although this was an internal thought, rather than something JK could actually hear) and 3) perhaps most interestingly, the dreamer was naked. Although "I" did not "look" at my body, "I" felt like a naked *male* rather than a female. The interesting thing about this is that for whatever reason, no one had seemed to notice this during the time during which the scene had been going on (which had a sense of at least 5 minutes' in that time scape, but perhaps 5 seconds relative to "our reality") no one had seemed concerned enough to remark or otherwise point out that the dreamer was stark naked! And yet "I" had the feeling that, sure, this could possibly get past at the "youth group level," but would NEVER be something deemed "acceptible" at the adult level inside the narthex / during a regular service. Clarity 8-, but the fact that the dreamer was "naked" was more like 9. There's also a note jotted down about some type of message on the screen saver of the computer(s) in question: it was a black screen with white text, and the dreamer offered a suggestion (possibly instruction?) as to how to effectively change the text of the message. The last bit was the filling up of shopping sacks, the kind of plastic bags one gets at a grocery store (or used to, if one is not along a coastal state) with newspapers, akin to the method of using an inverted bag in order to grab its bottom center to the bottom center of an object, then peel the bag upwards (kinda like putting a pillow in a pillow case.)

X+1:08