11:13 6/5/2021 Dream of Jesus!

Sorry (not really) to put the "good stuff" off until the end, but if I were to just "jump to it" I'd likely not type up all this other stuff:

11:17 6/5/2021
motorcycle in glass elevator?

The dreamer was in something like a glass elevator with an exterior view (outside of the building) of something like a multi-level parking garage, although there did appear to be daylight outside, of the overcast/cloudy/possibly rainy day look to it. The dreamer *also* appeared to be standing beside a small motorcycle, about half-way between a mini-bike and a typical, small motorcycle. The dreamer had both hands on the handle-grips, and used the right grip to rev the engine. The rear wheel was either elevated as if on a kick-stand, or *possibly* the gear was simply in neutral, but the dreamer had the impression of the rear wheel being "off the ground" so that IF the rear wheel were spinning, the bike clearly wasn't going anywhere inside the glass elevator. Dream clarity 8+ to 9, although it ended with the dreamer pondering "What next?"

11:24 6/5/2021
dream of self in bed:

This was such a high clarity (10-) that afterward, I had to go back and determine that it HAD been a dream. I "was myself" in my bed in my bedroom, where there was plenty of light (I have a westward-facing window that fairly well illuminates the whole room most of the day.) Sadly, what is about to be described is largely exactly how I "interact" with my bed: As a single guy, I have no real "need" to "make it" every day. About the only time I *do* make it up is after the sheets come back from the dryer, and even then, only if I'm in a particularly "good" mood. The idea is that by simply fluffing the sheets over the mattress, and keeping the "leading edges" aligned / together, I've got the cover sheet and a top quilt (heavier sheet) all free and flowing for me to "wrap up" in them "as the Spirit moves me," so to speak.

In real life, fortunately, my elderly mother is a late sleeper, typically getting up around 11-ish, which means (like today) I typically have my breakfast and morning comics & crossword puzzle & Sudoku (& toilet process) finished before she gets up, although I may be eating breakfast or still working the paper on occasion, but that's just to help understand that the "embarrassment" of an EMHO is practically non-existent. Even IF such a thing were to occur, I would take steps to ensure that it was NOT obvious before getting out of bed, like saying "good morning" to my dog, or thinking of things to do later in the day, etc., things designed to help that early morning "tumescence" disappear, or even use the elastic of my underwear to "hold it firmly in place" in an upright manner, so that the T-shirt "covers" the condition until after I can get to the toilet to let the overnight's bladder accumulation drain.

Now sure, you (the reader) likely do not care about such biological issues and personal habits, but it helps to understand the nature of the "dream of self in bed"— The dreamer's bedroom door was wide open, meaning anyone walking down the hallway (typically north to south, in order to get to the living room) could *easily* turn one's head to the right, catching a passing glance of the bedroom, especially the bed laid out in front of the western-facing window. And in the dream, such a thing occurred. It was my mother, only she appeared as if in her 40s or 50s, whereas I felt as if I were in my teens, and sure enough, the EMHO was a factor, as only a top sheet was present (not the covering quilt) and the dreamer was very much concerned that an emho may have been creating a "tent effect", which again, some guys would likely be "proud of" but for me, it was more of a sense of *possible* personal embarrassment. Fortunately, mothers just move on down the halls and don't bring up such matters, and the dream ended.

11:42 6/5/2021
someone pointing to smoke (house alarm)

This was *again* a VERY realistic type dream, wherein the dreamer (again, in the "feel" of "myself") was outside in the front yard, facing (eastward) the street (which runs basically north-south) basically "minding my own business," when some guy interrupts the dreamer's thought(s) with a word or two of alarm, regarding "smoke" as in [coming from the kitchen] (or something like that.) This did alarm the dreamer, and "I" turned toward the house, half expecting to see smoke coming from the kitchen area. And although there was a rather dull, low-sounding, repetitive klaxon (nearly gong-like) going off, the dreamer did NOT notice any flames, and only "half-way" imagined there being any smoke, as the dream suddenly ended. Clarity 9+.

When I awoke from this, with a startle, I considered immediately that it may have been a reference to my mother's future (planned) cremation (she's got a plan on file with the local funeral home.) I debated acting out of concern for her, and getting my "day" started early, but decided instead to go back to bed (as I often feel "sleepy" as if a dream blanket is descending upon me.) I figured, it was likely better to sleep soundly than to wake furtively. Speaking of which, I feel the need for a mid-morning nap coming on... 11:49 6/5/2021

13:30 6/5/2021
purchase at a store / poor customer service / *very* angered customer

The dreamer was in a checkout line at a store, similar to a large ticket item store, such as either Wal*Mart or Home Depot or Lowe's, where larger items could be brought through the checkout lanes. Not entirely sure *what* was being bought, but it had a *high* price tag. The only catch was, the dreamer could *buy* the item full price (let's say, $2000 for example, although the exact prices in the dream eluded me in the dream itself, so this recall is even a bit hazier, but the principle is being expressed) but had the option of only paying $1000 now, which the dreamer [*basically*] thought, "Hey, why not?" and went ahead and paid the $1000 down. Before the dreamer had fully exited the checkout lane, but as the next customer was approaching to address the cashier, the dreamer basically spoke up to confirm when the balance would be due, to which the cashier replied something to the effect that the later payment would be (roughly) $1500 rather than the $1000 expected.

Needless to say, this "triggered" the customer (dreamer) and rightly so, as the cashier had NOT made any of this clear at the time of checkout. So the customer (dreamer) said (something to the effect of) "Well then, I'll just pay the remaining $1000 right now," to which the cashier told (and here I get the SLIGHT impression that the dreamer was a "her" in this case!) [her] that it was "too late," that the remaining balance was now $1500, rather than $1000.

Again, understandably, the customer began to get *really* irritated, and began to *demand* that the situation be cleared up *right now* to which the cashier kept putting up resistance, that "it can't be done", or at least someone failed to consider simply "reversing the purchase" and then making an entire, one-time purchase at the $2000 "retail" price.

This has to be the angriest I've ever experienced anger *within a dream!* and the customer's (dreamer's) voice dropped into a rather deep growl and demanded to talk to the supervisor / store manager (someone who understands the value of a customer relationship) which seemed to flat-out SPOOK the cashier. And not just in the "oh no, I'm gonna catch heat from my boss" kinda spooked out, but was overheard talking to the superior in a near-panicked manner, as if "I've never *heard* her get this way before!" as if the customer / dreamer had somehow just become demonically possessed. "I left" the dream at that point (the dream ended) and I was somewhat chuckling to myself as well as surprised at how things had "turned" within that scenario. (Clarity 9,) but I really enjoyed the "feel" of getting "righteously" ("demonically") angry. It is *also* possible that the item being purchased was the motorcycle-like vehicle from the glass elevator dream.

14:47 6/5/2021
path along street / baby buggy?

Brief scene wherein the dreamer "feels" a bit more male, like a middle-aged, male Brit! although there is a "feel" of pushing some sort of black, rolling object *like a pram* (baby carriage) southward on S. Tennessee Blvd, on the west side of the street. At this point, there is enough evaporation to just move on rather than try to make any sense out of it, other than there was a definite sense of urgency, whether to get somewhere or to avoid someone (or both!) is unclear. Clarity 8.

15:00 6/5/2021
I realize there is some time passage between these time stamps. My day has been interrupted at points, namely by that afternoon nap, and just now by the circling of what was likely an Osprey or some type of VTOL aircraft around the area. "The Great Tennessee Airshow" is going on this weekend in Smyrna, and often times the larger craft make it this far south of Smyrna in order to execute their 180° turns and head *back* northward toward the Smyrna airport, formerly the Smyrna Airbase. (I just heard another one go by while typing that previous sentence.) The "giveaway" that it *may* have been an Osprey / VTOL is the *sound* it makes, like that of a double-rotor (egg beater) helicopter, yet it *looks* **like** a plane. This photo confirms it: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e3/MV-22_mcas_Miramar_2014.JPG (Yup, that's what I saw). When it was flying by (to the west, headed south) it appeared the rotors will still in the upright (vertical) position, but as it circled around (out of view) over MTSU, it came back around (to the east) headed north, and the rotors *appeared* to be in the horizontal position. Wish I'd had some binoculars on that one. The double tail rudder, however, was distinctive and easily determined, which is what made finding that image possible to confirm. I am expecting the Thunderbirds to shoost (a term from "Green Acres") on by between 4:30 and 5:30 PM later today (that's 16:30-17:30 local, add about 5 or 6 hours to get "Zulu".)

On Saturday, June 5, 2021 at 3:40:35 PM UTC-6, dick...@gmail.com wrote:
> 11:13 6/5/2021 Dream of Jesus!
>
> Sorry (not really) to put the "good stuff" off until the end, but if I were to just "jump to it" I'd likely not type up all this other stuff:
>
> 11:17 6/5/2021
> motorcycle in glass elevator?
>
> The dreamer was in something like a glass elevator with an exterior view (outside of the building) of something like a multi-level parking garage, although there did appear to be daylight outside, of the overcast/cloudy/possibly rainy day look to it. The dreamer *also* appeared to be standing beside a small motorcycle, about half-way between a mini-bike and a typical, small motorcycle. The dreamer had both hands on the handle-grips, and used the right grip to rev the engine. The rear wheel was either elevated as if on a kick-stand, or *possibly* the gear was simply in neutral, but the dreamer had the impression of the rear wheel being "off the ground" so that IF the rear wheel were spinning, the bike clearly wasn't going anywhere inside the glass elevator. Dream clarity 8+ to 9, although it ended with the dreamer pondering "What next?"
>
> 11:24 6/5/2021
> dream of self in bed:
>
> This was such a high clarity (10-) that afterward, I had to go back and determine that it HAD been a dream. I "was myself" in my bed in my bedroom, where there was plenty of light (I have a westward-facing window that fairly well illuminates the whole room most of the day.) Sadly, what is about to be described is largely exactly how I "interact" with my bed: As a single guy, I have no real "need" to "make it" every day. About the only time I *do* make it up is after the sheets come back from the dryer, and even then, only if I'm in a particularly "good" mood. The idea is that by simply fluffing the sheets over the mattress, and keeping the "leading edges" aligned / together, I've got the cover sheet and a top quilt (heavier sheet) all free and flowing for me to "wrap up" in them "as the Spirit moves me," so to speak.
>
> In real life, fortunately, my elderly mother is a late sleeper, typically getting up around 11-ish, which means (like today) I typically have my breakfast and morning comics & crossword puzzle & Sudoku (& toilet process) finished before she gets up, although I may be eating breakfast or still working the paper on occasion, but that's just to help understand that the "embarrassment" of an EMHO is practically non-existent. Even IF such a thing were to occur, I would take steps to ensure that it was NOT obvious before getting out of bed, like saying "good morning" to my dog, or thinking of things to do later in the day, etc., things designed to help that early morning "tumescence" disappear, or even use the elastic of my underwear to "hold it firmly in place" in an upright manner, so that the T-shirt "covers" the condition until after I can get to the toilet to let the overnight's bladder accumulation drain.
>
> Now sure, you (the reader) likely do not care about such biological issues and personal habits, but it helps to understand the nature of the "dream of self in bed"— The dreamer's bedroom door was wide open, meaning anyone walking down the hallway (typically north to south, in order to get to the living room) could *easily* turn one's head to the right, catching a passing glance of the bedroom, especially the bed laid out in front of the western-facing window. And in the dream, such a thing occurred. It was my mother, only she appeared as if in her 40s or 50s, whereas I felt as if I were in my teens, and sure enough, the EMHO was a factor, as only a top sheet was present (not the covering quilt) and the dreamer was very much concerned that an emho may have been creating a "tent effect", which again, some guys would likely be "proud of" but for me, it was more of a sense of *possible* personal embarrassment. Fortunately, mothers just move on down the halls and don't bring up such matters, and the dream ended.
>
> 11:42 6/5/2021
> someone pointing to smoke (house alarm)
>
> This was *again* a VERY realistic type dream, wherein the dreamer (again, in the "feel" of "myself") was outside in the front yard, facing (eastward) the street (which runs basically north-south) basically "minding my own business," when some guy interrupts the dreamer's thought(s) with a word or two of alarm, regarding "smoke" as in [coming from the kitchen] (or something like that.) This did alarm the dreamer, and "I" turned toward the house, half expecting to see smoke coming from the kitchen area. And although there was a rather dull, low-sounding, repetitive klaxon (nearly gong-like) going off, the dreamer did NOT notice any flames, and only "half-way" imagined there being any smoke, as the dream suddenly ended. Clarity 9+.
>
> When I awoke from this, with a startle, I considered immediately that it may have been a reference to my mother's future (planned) cremation (she's got a plan on file with the local funeral home.) I debated acting out of concern for her, and getting my "day" started early, but decided instead to go back to bed (as I often feel "sleepy" as if a dream blanket is descending upon me.) I figured, it was likely better to sleep soundly than to wake furtively. Speaking of which, I feel the need for a mid-morning nap coming on.... 11:49 6/5/2021
>
> 13:30 6/5/2021
> purchase at a store / poor customer service / *very* angered customer
>
> The dreamer was in a checkout line at a store, similar to a large ticket item store, such as either Wal*Mart or Home Depot or Lowe's, where larger items could be brought through the checkout lanes. Not entirely sure *what* was being bought, but it had a *high* price tag. The only catch was, the dreamer could *buy* the item full price (let's say, $2000 for example, although the exact prices in the dream eluded me in the dream itself, so this recall is even a bit hazier, but the principle is being expressed) but had the option of only paying $1000 now, which the dreamer [*basically*] thought, "Hey, why not?" and went ahead and paid the $1000 down. Before the dreamer had fully exited the checkout lane, but as the next customer was approaching to address the cashier, the dreamer basically spoke up to confirm when the balance would be due, to which the cashier replied something to the effect that the later payment would be (roughly) $1500 rather than the $1000 expected.
>
> Needless to say, this "triggered" the customer (dreamer) and rightly so, as the cashier had NOT made any of this clear at the time of checkout. So the customer (dreamer) said (something to the effect of) "Well then, I'll just pay the remaining $1000 right now," to which the cashier told (and here I get the SLIGHT impression that the dreamer was a "her" in this case!) [her] that it was "too late," that the remaining balance was now $1500, rather than $1000.
>
> Again, understandably, the customer began to get *really* irritated, and began to *demand* that the situation be cleared up *right now* to which the cashier kept putting up resistance, that "it can't be done", or at least someone failed to consider simply "reversing the purchase" and then making an entire, one-time purchase at the $2000 "retail" price.
>
> This has to be the angriest I've ever experienced anger *within a dream!* and the customer's (dreamer's) voice dropped into a rather deep growl and demanded to talk to the supervisor / store manager (someone who understands the value of a customer relationship) which seemed to flat-out SPOOK the cashier. And not just in the "oh no, I'm gonna catch heat from my boss" kinda spooked out, but was overheard talking to the superior in a near-panicked manner, as if "I've never *heard* her get this way before!" as if the customer / dreamer had somehow just become demonically possessed. "I left" the dream at that point (the dream ended) and I was somewhat chuckling to myself as well as surprised at how things had "turned" within that scenario. (Clarity 9,) but I really enjoyed the "feel" of getting "righteously" ("demonically") angry. It is *also* possible that the item being purchased was the motorcycle-like vehicle from the glass elevator dream.
>
> 14:47 6/5/2021
> path along street / baby buggy?
>
> Brief scene wherein the dreamer "feels" a bit more male, like a middle-aged, male Brit! although there is a "feel" of pushing some sort of black, rolling object *like a pram* (baby carriage) southward on S. Tennessee Blvd, on the west side of the street. At this point, there is enough evaporation to just move on rather than try to make any sense out of it, other than there was a definite sense of urgency, whether to get somewhere or to avoid someone (or both!) is unclear. Clarity 8.
>
> 15:00 6/5/2021
> I realize there is some time passage between these time stamps. My day has been interrupted at points, namely by that afternoon nap, and just now by the circling of what was likely an Osprey or some type of VTOL aircraft around the area. "The Great Tennessee Airshow" is going on this weekend in Smyrna, and often times the larger craft make it this far south of Smyrna in order to execute their 180° turns and head *back* northward toward the Smyrna airport, formerly the Smyrna Airbase. (I just heard another one go by while typing that previous sentence.) The "giveaway" that it *may* have been an Osprey / VTOL is the *sound* it makes, like that of a double-rotor (egg beater) helicopter, yet it *looks* **like** a plane. This photo confirms it: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e3/MV-22_mcas_Miramar_2014.JPG (Yup, that's what I saw). When it was flying by (to the west, headed south) it appeared the rotors will still in the upright (vertical) position, but as it circled around (out of view) over MTSU, it came back around (to the east) headed north, and the rotors *appeared* to be in the horizontal position. Wish I'd had some binoculars on that one. The double tail rudder, however, was distinctive and easily determined, which is what made finding that image possible to confirm. I am expecting the Thunderbirds to shoost (a term from "Green Acres") on by between 4:30 and 5:30 PM later today (that's 16:30-17:30 local, add about 5 or 6 hours to get "Zulu".)
>
>
> Meeting Jesus:
> (being written up starting at 15:09 6/5/2021)
>
> The dreamer was headed toward a location, *much as* a pizza driver approaching a destination. There was the general sense of "I need to get there" without any sense of whyfor associated with the need. There was a fellow, possibly mid-30s, with a "kind" or certainly "unremarkable" feel, who looked quite a bit like that Barry Manilow-type picture of Jesus (www.nairaland.com/attachments/12534693_smartselect20201018140519firefox_jpeg673511a43b599714202c1f029dd01d17) except that it looked more like the full middle-eastern-Greek style (1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZL8dXMWn-XU/VJsCHSLlY8I/AAAAAAAAL8Q/fcpMurxe-PU/s1600/JesusChrist-portrait_Akiane-artist_MakeupUniversity.jpg) (aka "Akiane's Jesus") the point being, it wasn't about "Him" so much as He was *there* to help direct the "travel path" of the dreamer. (He stood off to the right, and ushered the dreamer to continue along the path, which took the dreamer toward the RIGHT side of where Jesus was facing.) Again, this wasn't even remotely considered consciously during the dream, as the dreamer seemed to be in a hurry to get to the destination point.
>
> As the dreamer approached the destination (something like a house, set in an open area such as a large yard or possibly an estate) a woman came out to view the approaching dreamer. She was seen at more of a distance, and appeared somewhat like a cross between Martha Stewart and Gina's mother.
>
> About this point, I'm slightly regretting taking so long to get around to typing this up, as the precise phrase she spoke has become a bit blurred through the passage of waking consciousness, but it SEEMED to go something like this:
>
> "You're [ ] [Hillman's] daughter"—
> "Yes, I am." [End of Dream!]
>
> But just to fill out that (somewhat blurry) section— Did the woman presume, "You're here to see [her] daughter"— OR was the woman IDENTIFYING the dreamer AS [ ] Hillman's daughter? The [ ] section is because the first name is where a lot of this gets blurry. It was something LIKE "Amanda" or "Margaret" or even "Mary", but it had a longer 2-syllable sound to it ["marry", perhaps?]— ALSO, the "Hillman" is a rough approximation: it *sounded* like "Hellmond" or, *more* accurately, "Hellman's daughter"— which is in its own way a rather cool way of saying "Satan's daughter". For all I know, the woman *could* have been presuming, "You're here to marry Satan's daughter"— which, in its own way, makes a LOT of sense, from a reviewer's perspective!
>
> The point that "I" (the dreamer) said "Yes, I am" easily within ear-shot of the Jesus character certainly has a sense of gravitas to it, from my perspective. I understand that any random reader could be seeing this and scoffing, "Yeah, sure." Hey, I'm just journaling what was dreamt as accurately as possible, so— Clarity— possibly a future scenario? The "Yes, I am" were 3 VERY clearly understood ("spoken") words (even if "spoken" within the setting of a dream.)
>
> 15:33 6/5/2021
> That last dream got me "up" for awhile: I made breakfast, coffee, did some newspaper work (comics, Sudoku, crossword) (on the john) enjoyed the breakfast at some point (shredded fried chicken breast, made into a quiche with 2 eggs and some shredded cheddar) and started (eventuallY) typing up these dreams.
>
> Outside Reeves-Rogers School:
> Then the "mid-afternoon nap" during which I had at least one more dream, wherein the dreamer was outside of the north (back) end of the Reeves-Rogers school building, where there had been some middle-school to high-school age kids playing out in the field. What is odd about this is that, in real life, the school is for grades 1 through 6, and these kids typically all enjoy "unstructured" playtime, whereas once kids get into 7th & 8th grades on up, the recreation period seems quite a bit more "structured," as in "gym CLASS" rather than "play time." I remember thinking (likely the dreamer was thinking) that the kids appeared slightly older than the "regular" (real life) elementary-school level students. At any rate, I heard someone from the school building call, "Ms. Silk—" to which I (being a guy) thought I was likely hearing things, or possibly "mis-hearing things", yet the dreamer responded with acknowledgement, such as "Yes?—" at which point the dream ended. Clarity 9. I remember awaking from that with the perception of awkwardness, as the kids appeared to be the wrong age for the school (it was ORIGINALLY a 1-8 grade school, but that was back in the LATE 1950s / early 60s! My older brother, Bob, actually "graduated" (IRL) from the 8th grade there!) I was also struck by the sound of "Ms. Silk?" (which could've been "Miss" or a very slurred form of "Mrs.") but I felt the "me" portion of that somewhat "pull back" to the left. Go figure.
> 15:47 6/5/2021
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Dream of self in bed
Hello Dick,
I probably would not make my bed either if I were not a perfectionist. I never bother putting my bedspread on anymore. Why bother since I would have to take it off the bed every night. Since I live by myself and no one ever see's my bedroom. I can't stand not putting my top sheet and thin blanket on properly, maybe it is just habit?
Sandy$

On Sunday, June 6, 2021 at 8:39:07 AM UTC-5, sandy$ wrote:

> I probably would not make my bed either if I were not a perfectionist. I never bother putting my bedspread on anymore. Why bother since I would have to take it off the bed every night. Since I live by myself and no one ever see's my bedroom. I can't stand not putting my top sheet and thin blanket on properly, maybe it is just habit?

Right: the foundation needs to be "smooth" / "even" possibly even "perfect," but the daily fluctuations, well, "they come and they go" :-)

10:57 6/9/2021
The Job?

The dreamer was working at parking a vehicle along the outside perimeter of a squarish building. The dreamer was only viewing the parking area and as such never bothered to look at how tall the building was. However, one side of the building seemed about the size of another, leading to a footprint of possibly between 25 and 50 yards in length, feeling more like between 30-40. At any rate, the area *around* the building was *like green lawn!* Grassy! There was no sense of "artificial turf" but more like sure, *some* people *may* park around the building on occasion. There appeared to be no prohibition *against* it, but one may surmise it was only for VIPs and visitors who were less aware of more secluded areas to park. One of the clearer impressions I had was "this sure is a NICE place to park!!" even though the dreamer was being a bit picky about *where* to park "on/in the grass."

There was a *bit* of confusion regarding the vehicle itself, as if it needed to be returned home for some reason, as well as keys, and possibly some other item, but the thing that caught the dreamer's attention is that [he] was barefoot! Not even socks! And HOW did such a thing occur? There was the image of a pair of reptile-skin boots, but those "did not belong" to the dreamer (or such was sensed) and the dreamer began looking around for [his] shoes, or even tennis shoes of some sort, to put on his feet. I bring this up because, at some later point, someone remarked "Nice shoes—" and the dreamer noticed he was wearing some light greenish-yellowish reptile skin shoes, and had the distinct impression he had borrowed a pair from the *owner* of the business (aka "the Father", if one wishes to put this into a "religious" setting.) Interestingly enough, there's quite a bit regarding shoes and bare feet in the Bible, as wearing shoes (or sandals) has to deal with a son having rights bestowed upon him by his father. But to continue—

There was a scene *inside* the building, wherein some type of bureaucratic record-keeping (likely of business transactions) was being conducted. One may make the analogy that by going "to work" for an individual or company / organization is in some way akin to "serving the Father" or in another turn of phrase, serving one's higher [purpose or sense of self, one's "Being".] Somehow, the "inside work" seemed an undesirable "fit" for the individual.

There was a segment wherein the dreamer was trying to find [his] way OUT of the building, and this was one of those dreams that nearly has the feel of a fun house house-of-mirrors, such that working his way in a clockwise direction, searching left exits, somehow he finally gets out of the building. I *suspect* there *may* have been a change of direction, like a U-turn, which would have put the exit to the dreamer's right, but in either event, *somehow* he made it outside the building.

There was an outside scene, wherein the dreamer was apparently in direct company of "the boss" (owner of the company) in which there were a collection of various items (wares) on display AND in use as a kind of "live demonstration." There was the sense that "He does this on occasion for the employees." The owner (whom the dreamer seemed to avoid making direct eye contact, but rather kept his eyes down upon the assorted materials) appeared to be "cooking on the grill" in some (smokeless, practically heatless manner) (there was SOME sort of "energy transformation" (cooking) going on) and there were two "lines" of product. One seemed to be pinkish-reddish plates and saucers, all stacked up, as one would see them prepared for shipping but without the box / packing materials around them, but what caught the dreamer's attention were the transparent set of containers: one may have been round with a flat bottom, like a cylinder about 1' tall, like a paint can, only a bit narrower in diameter. One may *roughly* estimate that this was about ⅔ to 3/4ths the size of a gallon of paint. Sorry to dwell on the pail, but it was perhaps the most easily recognizable of the set, although there was a quality to everything else, very much akin to Russian Nesting Dolls, and the immediate potential value of these items came to the dreamer as being for farm / agricultural usage. The guy at the grill, however, replied that they were for industrial purposes. OK, industry *includes* agriculture, whereas the agricultural industry seemingly *excludes* industrial manufacturing. But what caught the dreamer's attention next was the grill master's demonstration of some plastic-ware serving utensils, such as a thick, 4-pronged fork for the purpose of lifting sizzling meat off the grill and plating, such as one would use a spatula. Only these utensils appeared to be made of plastic and were (hopefully) heat resistant regarding the flames from the grill. The boss / grill-master / chef indicated those utensils had a price tag somewhere around the $540 (or $480?) price range (numbers have become a bit difficult in my head since the brain damage, but it was definitely over $400 and under $600.) The dreamer was a *bit* nonplussed (perhaps slightly judgmental?) over the price range. Either they had to've been developed using an extremely expensive R&D process, or someone was selling cheap plastic to the mindless masses for a fortune. In other words, buying [Brand X] merely conferred "status" from having [Brand X] utensils. Either way, I personally use plastic utensils (most of the time) that get rinsed / washed / reused, even in a dishwasher, because I prefer the lightweight feel of them, and that they do NOT chip against my teeth. "The value of value", or "The appearance of value" seemed to present its own lesson right there, which consciously reminds me of: Matthew 6:19-21 - Treasures in Heaven biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%206:19-21&version=KJV (The value in Baptism is Eternal Life, but that expression requires a LOT of unpacking....)

The dreamer concluded the scene with some comment regarding the need to prepare if he was going to attempt to hawk these things to the public.

Clarity 8 to 9. There was a LOT of "confusing" regarding the vehicle used to get there, the shoes, the employment status of the dreamer, the END status of the dreamer. All I can say is this: IF I were having to *personally* consider selling (thick) plastic forks as grilling utensils, I would want a *clear* understanding of the quality that went into the making of that fork. I would have to *believe* in what I was selling. Apparently, the grill-master did— either that, or he was making a fortune off the ignorance of the masses. This brings to mind the "belief" in the "quality" of Jesus. His logic, as recorded in the 4 Gospels of the New Testament, that I've analyzed to date appears to be "sinlessly perfect!" ("without sin", a "perfect bulls-eye"— see John 7:24. tinyurl.com/itta-topic-abbarabbi — The “Who, What, Where, When, Why and How” of Jesus) (I can understand how) The ultimate quality of perfection that the Father values is One's Only Son.

11:52 6/9/2021
The dreamer was in a small setting, akin to the living room-den / connected kitchen area of someone's dimly lit home. I (as the one recalling the dream) only "think" there "may" *possibly* have been a bed in the center of the den, in the usage of a couch, but ultimately not even noticed (like a clarity 3 or 4). However, there were some other characters involved, two of which were my nieces of my oldest sister. I'll refer to them as L1 (the eldest) and L2 (L1's younger sister.) In the dream, L1 was barely visible. She was more like a presence of darkness. L2, on the other hand, was very much apparent, and seemed to have a general look of anxiety upon her face, as if something was worrying her. (In real life, L2 is (secularly) "married" to another woman, and L2 is pregnant by virtue of some form of artificial insemination. I have zero information on the biological "father" / aka "sperm donor.") In the dream, L2 appears to be listening to the counseling of her "friend", who appears exactly as my sister did in her mid-to-late teens, except that the friend appears in the form of a black-and-white television image, say, from the '50s or early-to-mid '60s. The dreamer clearly perceived the resemblance between the "friend" and my sister, L2's mother, yet for some reason they seemed "separate" from each other, just as black-and-white differs from in-living-color. Clarity: odd.