Home w/colored, foam pellets, bedroom w/vines/tree growth in floor along wall: The dreamer was in a structure as if in one's home, or perhaps a newly moved-in apartment, and there has been some type of content blowing through the ventilation system. There's an area were a large fan is mounted up on a wall, yet the protective grill-cover-vent has been removed, revealing the large fan (of about 3' diameter, giving a 2π(1.5') circumference) yet it looks like perhaps the vent cover *may* be totally transparent (as if it weren't there) revealing a kind of polka-dotted wall of colored foam pellets as if they were spit balls shot upon where the vent would be.

This gave the impression that someone had piped the pellets into the ventilation system, and many had been accumulating on the inside of the output grill.

A glance throughout the living area revealed that those colored pellets (light blue, orange, yellow, green, like the colors of a child's toy Nerf gun or colored marshmallows) were scattered about throughout the home, on anything that had a surface space. Clarity 9- (would've helped to have had some idea from within the dream itself as to what all that was about.)

I have a *hunch* this represents an IRL event wherein someone may have trolled / spammed a space online of which I admin. Clarity 9.

The dreamer is standing in what *seemed* like a law enforcement-type building, and was viewing a Law Enforcement Organization-type receipt tape, LONG list, pre-signed, like a CVS receipt: it was as if the tape contained a list of charges (possibly violations of the law) that a perp had (allegedly) made. For whatever reason, I saw what *looked* like my own handwritten signature *and* some basic contact info (or such) after each printed section, so whether the charges were being accused *of* or accused *by* the (handwritten) name after each section is unclear. All I *can* tell you, as I write this up, is what Jesus Himself teaches in Matthew 7:1, John 7:24, Luke 6:37 (et al.) and that is to "Judge NOT—" (and for the following reason, from Matthew 7:1–2,
1 Judge NOT that ye be not judged.
[which simply states that one avoids judgment by NOT judging, just as one avoids the act of speeding by NOT speeding.]
2 For with the same judgment you pronounce, you will be judged; and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.

At any rate, the clarity of the dream was around 9-, as there was little understand of what was going on or why.

Visiting a University, long list tape, some (female) teacher's home, playing around w/numeric control pad, there was another CVS-type paper list (or receipt— if you've never been to a CVS, even buying a stick of gum can produce a paper receipt of about 3" wide and maybe 3' to 4' in length— they're *LONG!*) only this one was likely involving class curricula (content regarding various subjects for various *types* of classes) at a collegiate level (it *felt* like college-level study, rather than high school rote learning type stuff.)

The dreamer was fiddling around with some type of control pad, perhaps 3" tall by 4" wide, mounted at about shoulder level, *perhaps* on a type of knick-knack shelf or possibly a bookshelf-type structure along a wall, at a section of the house that was a "transition point" between a living/dining area (toward the left) and a bedroom area (toward the immediate right.) The dreamer had the impression of it being some type of climate control / thermostat, although it *could* have also been a type of smart-hub for home lighting/security, etc. Again, a clarity 9-, as it would've helped *tremendously* to understand why anything was anything there in that situation.

Missing car, missing cordless drill, looking for a ride (full car), walking around campus, in search of (?)

So the dreamer starts out discovering (his) car is missing, and starts to walk around looking for it, as if he couldn't remember where he'd left it. (Please note, for kids of college age, there's a *distinct* difference between looking for something you can't remember where you left it, as contrasted with the stark realization that something has been stolen, which occurs when you know *exactly* where you left your bicycle, yet it disappears during the night and is not there the next day.)

While the dreamer is looking for his car, there's also the feeling of looking for a missing cordless drill, as there is the distinct memory of what the tool looks and feels like, yet the dreamer's hands are empty, so now (he's) looking for a car *and* a drill, walking around an area *similar* to the north-east area of MTSU, *near* the area where there are men's dorms as well as the Cope Administration Building.

As the dreamer is walking about, a car full of young adults drives by, as would a car in America, along the right lane, with a left-hand driver, perhaps 2 (*maybe* 3) young adults in the front seat, definitely 3 in the back, with a type of mix, similar to male and female, with at *least* 1 black person, maybe more, with a feeling of something from the time of the 1960s youth period, as desegregation was ending and women's liberation was just starting.

They had no idea as to the missing car or the missing drill, and they had no room for another rider, so even though they slowed down, they continued on and that dream ended, again clarity 9 (yet sunny!) although the lack of any sense of *reason or purpose* behind all that leaves me wondering "*What* was *THAT* all about?" (Why would anyone even have such a mundane dream in the first place?)

Vehicle designed for clearing large lane blockers, clearing path beside dorm rooms:

The dreamer is walking past a pair of dormitory-like buildings arranged from the perspective of *perpendicular* to the road (*back away from* the road, rather than *along* the path of the road) *similar* to dorms that used to exist at MTSU (only those dorms were parallel rather than perpendicular.) In the dream, *strictly* for general orientation purposes, let's say the dorms were aligned *toward* the east, and the view was as from a north-south road, facing east, with the west end of the first dorm in question (the next dorm was to the left, further north.)

There was at least one driveway that went (perpendicular from the road, leading east) along the "front" (long-side) of the first dorm, only it had some *large* objects, akin to a pair of propane tanks (maybe 7' long, 5' high, with maybe a 4' diameter, as they were mounted *above* ground, thus spanning about 14' wide across the road/driveway entrance) blocking the driveway. (WHY anyone would block a driveway with propane tanks? Well, that's just how it was in the dream, OK?)

The dreamer was wondering *just for a fraction of a second* as to why would those be there/how would one ever use the parking area, when a *large* heavy-equipment bulldozer just came in and plowed those two tanks out of the way and back down the driveway area, leaving a dirt path, as if just starting to build a new road. Clarity 9+.

Now, I've gotta take a moment to point out the obvious: this dream segment is *very similar* to that which is going on this week (IRL: In Real Life) in the Gaza Strip, wherein the Israeli government has notified the Palestinians living there to vacate. Following a 24 hour notification, the Israeli army sends in precision military air strikes (to take out Hamas operatives / strongholds) then sends in the dozers to clear the way for land forces to sweep the area clean and begin clearing the tunnels that the terrorists have been building and using for the purpose of sneak-attacking Israel.

There's a suggestion that, with two University-type dreams in a row, that the "looking for a car / drill" segment *may* be related to the bulldozer segment: That is, the "looking for a car / drill" segment *may* have been related to searching for Hamas operatives in Gaza.

Working on metaphor: God is to believers as gravity is to atheists, as matter is to space, as time is to eternity. And although that's not exactly a dream segment or clip of any kind, it was definitely coming to mind during the waking period. Believers believe and exist within God as atheists believe and exist within gravity, etc.

Meet&eat-type place, female playing content on CDs (or DVDs) *also* of the mini-size (rarely seen, rarely used IRL) ends up making faces:

The dreamer is at what seems like a lunch/cafeteria type area where there was a *feel* during the playback of some prerecorded content (on CDs or DVDs) that was *as if* it were mind-engrossing, sort of like the ideological rabbit holes that left-wing ideologues feed to young collegiate minds who simply have no training in objective reasoning whatsoever. (MUCH of today's school and educational networks (IRL) have been spoonfeeding communist / socialist pablum to children for over half a century now, and the grandchildren of those first students are starting to ripen in the manure that's been used as fertilizer.)

At any rate, the dreamer actually felt some type of lure towards the content and wanted to see the media that was being used to present the content, and saw two small, white *discs,* similar to the 2-or-3" CDs that used to be marketed (during a rather narrow window of history) back before the age of WiFi gone wild and smartphones downloading apps, streaming services, etc.

There is a somewhat attractive female (a bit like a better-looking version of Peppermint Patty, with reddish hair and greenish eyes) who seems involved with the content that was being played in the lunchroom, sort of like how a lunch lady "feeds the minds" of the bodies who go through the line.

....AND... there was so much going on (what with the annular eclipse and all those dreams and it being Sunday and all) it is only right to point out that October 15 has a *number* of significant associations (for me) in it:
#1, it is the anniversary of the "spiritual union" of Gina and myself, in 1981, in her dorm room. 42 years ago. That was the night I thanked God for sending me the mother of my children. Funny thing about that, how it turned out, which resonates with the other two significant moments regarding October 15ᵗʰ:
#2, it was the day of the birth of the mother of my son Charles— Helen Bigelow Heath was born on 10/15 in 1960.
#3, it was the day of the birth of the mother of my son Logan— Joyce Ann (Vining, birth father's name) Thomson was born on 10/15/1987.
(Yeah, big spread there.) Joyce is also the mother of Landon and Alyssa, but only Logan (of those 3) was DNA tested to the level of being considered my biological offspring.

So this morning, 10/16, I was pondering to myself why this date (10/16) seemed so familiar.... it's the day and night that Gina and I were, for whatever reason(s) >separated< from the path of "happily ever after" that I had hoped we were on. And yes, the reason(s) for the division were all my fault, even though I blamed her for *awhile* until I finally came to my senses.

At any rate, I'll pick this back up in the post for last night's dreams.

Last night / very early this morning, I had a moment to let the dog out around 4 AM or so. For whatever reason(s) I was unable to simply get back to sleep, so I meditated instead (it's *great* for 4 AM moments when the mind is alert and active, rather than gravity-drained and tired.)

The primary meditation was on "Resist NOT evil" (from Matthew 5:39) and it's application to fears and troubles in general, by following "Resist NOT" with "Love the enemies of you" (verse 44) aka 1❤️0— so when you "Resist NOT" the value of R becomes 0 (as that which *was* in a state of resistance, R=1, becomes NOT 1, thus 0) and 0 times *anything* = 0, thus, whatever it was that was being resisted no longer exists. All resistance, conflict, struggle, it all simply no longer exists. It's gone.. Peace. So by applying the 1❤️0 ("Love thine enemies") teaching, whatever it was that is no longer resisted becomes loved.

For example: [Resist NOT gravity] becomes 0G thus 1❤️0 brings one to the 0-gravity condition, which some folk may consider to be non-physical, aka "out of body," but for me, it's just a meditative state of mind.

This state of meditation lasted a *good* 2 hours or so. Getting back to sleep was really not even a concern, but it did happen, nonetheless, and that led to a few interesting dream events, starting with "the back door entrance."

Starting with some "backstory"— on October 16ᵗʰ, 1981, I pulled something of a psychological no-no on Gina, leading her to *think* I was off somewhere, likely severely injured and dying (pretty much not so easy to do *these* days, as phones have caller ID and GPS and all that stuff) because I wanted to *hear* as to whether or not she cared for me, if any, if at all, checking to see *if* she loved me.

What I got was more of a response in the form of {worry / concern} but simply at a standard level of response, nothing elevated beyond the sense of being helpless to do anything.

Well, that was Fall of '81, and even though things failed to fully repair during that time period (as I was dealing with a *tremendous* load of guilt, shame, insecurity and the plain stupidity of youth at the time) I found myself suspended from MTSU from the end of Spring Semester '82 until the Fall semester of '84, and was prohibited from even stepping foot on campus during that suspension. Consequently, I couldn't find Gina's phone number, and it *never occurred to me* to *write* to her and resume communication. Just ignorant. Stupid, ignorant, the amount of negative adjectives I could dish out could not amount to the depth of despair to which I had sunk.

When Fall of '84 came around and I *still* couldn't bring myself to deliver a complete sentence to her, things even got worse. I'd been distracted by a "sweet, young thang" during those 2 years, and Gina had apparently developed something with a visiting Canadian in her home town of Pulaski. Apparently, she married him around August of '85 (which I somehow discovered around the Spring of '86) and so I (reluctantly) married Beth (Stone) in December of '86.

So then it dawned on me, that if I *ever* wanted to be married to Gina, *no matter what,* that was NOT possible as long as I was married to Beth, so I asked Beth to divorce me (around the summer, possibly June of '87) and the divorce was final around August of '87. She later had the marriage annulled by the Catholic Church (which she had joined) so technically, I was divorced once, logically never married / still single (as the State considered it a marriage, 1, yet the Church considered it null and void, 0, thus 1 AND 0 = 0.)

There was a bit of insanity that I had to deal with during the breakup, divorce and aftermath of dealing with Beth. Coming *out* of that insanity, I had *THE VISION* of visions, an astral body time-bridge that spanned a number of decades (and in some ways is "still counting/continuing" starting from around the time period of the spring or summer of 1988:)

The journey involved: driving northward along Cason Lane *back BEFORE* it was developed into a neighborhood: back then, all it had were farm fields. There was a tornado off in the distance to the left, only it was stationary. (That tornado later turned out to be from a *period* of my relationship with Joyce, circa 2011~13, when she decided to move into her grandmother's home at 1716 Kaitlyn Court, maps.app.goo.gl/nBAo2anuSBD7xbaW9 . The tornado had been hovering in the dream *precisely* over the spot *in the field* where Granny's house was *later* located at that *future* address.)

The (astral) dreamer (in this case, my autobiographical self) kept driving, but everything went totally black, then came into a scene (as if flying, like a light on a current of air, being pulled along a string or thread) wherein I passed by a young boy who had been bouncing on a bed but stopped to look straight at me (years later, that boy would turn out to be Charles) and I *think* the dreamer said to the boy, "I love you," then everything went back to black, then in another scene, I was driving, and there were 3 children (two boys and a girl) in the back seat and the narrative mind told me they were my children, which alarmed me to some extent, but the voice told me not to worry— they were going to be given up for adoption (which they later were IRL, circa 2014) then back to black again, and by this time, my dreamer-mind had come to expect that there would be yet another scene, coming into light, and sure enough, this is where the dreamer was in the *front, right, passenger seat* of a vehicle (aka "shotgun") likely either a 2-door or 4-door, and the car was pulling into the driveway at 1103 Scottland Drive (my childhood home) and here's where things get *really* interesting:

The dreamer hopped *out* of the passenger side as the car was turning left to enter the driveway, as if the driver had braked to let the dreamer hop out. Funny thing is, I can remember the *feel* of braking the car (from the driver's side) an instant before the dreamer hopped out on the right.

There was at least one, possibly two trashcans at the curb, awaiting pickup.. At the time of around 1988, it would've been two cans, put out for either a Tuesday or possibly Friday (or Saturday?) morning pickup, yet in today's timeline, it's only 1 rather large, specialized can (on wheels) put out for pickup on Tuesday mornings.

At this point, the dreamer was nearly running (westward) up the side of the driveway through the front yard, when the dreamer ("I") saw a guy whom "I" at *first* thought was my older brother, walking (eastward) towards the dreamer (who was heading up the driveway.) The dreamer slowed *for a half an instant* to encounter the guy, who said, "There's someone inside who's been waiting to meet you."

"I" (the dreamer) had Gina on my mind, and eagerly anticipated finding out *"who"* was waiting "inside," and so continued to nearly "fly" along the driveway, around to the back (***primary***) entrance to the house.

And yes, there *was* another moment of black-out, but by this time, the dreamer's mind had come to expect those, and so simply continued *as if* traveling up the driveway, and turning around the (SW) corner to approach the back door, when the view of the rear of the house came back into view, just as expected by the dreamer.

In 1987, the back "wall" (containing double windows) behind the kitchen table had *already* been knocked out (*years* before) so as to put in a sliding glass door, and the sunroom had not yet even been considered. In other words, the "back door" was *already* a well-established, sliding glass door (where the double windows were originally located— In the decades since, there has been a sunroom built beyond that door, and a short deck wraps around the southern and western walls of the sunroom. But these elements were *not* in the 1988 astral dream event.)

So the dreamer rushes (practically "flies") to the (1988 era) sliding back door, and pull-slides it open (in a southward-sliding direction) and steps (in an eastward direction) in to the kitchen, and looks (north-eastward) toward the person standing in the living room, who was facing the black couch that sets along the southern, east-west-directional dividing wall between the living room and the kitchen. (That couch has been there all these years, facing north. The black leather seat cushions were recovered within the past 3–8 years, and I did some light carpentry repair on the frame somewhere within the past 2 years.)

The person standing in the living room (facing the person seated on the couch) appears entirely as luminous white, and is speaking to the person seated on the couch, who appears as a much dimmer figure, as one would perceive a living figure as luminous in contrast to the inanimate structure of the surrounding building & furniture.

What is heard is a question, as if from the seated person, asking the standing person, something akin to: "What changed your mind about Richard?" to which the standing person, who is being recognized by the dreamer's perspective as Gina, is telling the seated person, being recognized as my mother, "I had a dream that he was {originally indistinguishable in the vision} going around, telling everyone about Jesus—" and at *that moment* she turned (roughly a quarter to a half-turn, clockwise) and faced the dreamer (direct eye-to-eye contact) and "I" (the mind of the dreamer) exclaimed: "GINA!" and I awoke (this was somewhere back in the 1988-ish period, definitely *after* the divorce from Beth.)

There was one dream wherein the dreamer was as if sitting in a theater, in the audience section, floor level, right side, at *least* half-way back, closer to the rear.

The view was of a pair of actors on the stage (at least one guy and one gal, possibly as a romantic couple) who were performing their roles in an unusual stage set: The *view* was of the guy almost falling off a bridge, and I *think* the female helped pull him back up onto the bridge. (That part wasn't exactly "clearly seen," much less recalled, but *something* akin to him nearly falling over the edge and possbly being assisted back up to safety seemed to be the gist of the action within that scene.)

Now about the "bridge"— the dreamer became more interested in the structure of the *set* than anything else, and noticed that the "bridge" was *only* a portion of the width of the stage! It was like it extended from stage left, elevated about half-way up the proscenium (merriam-webster.com/dictionary/proscenium) and extending half-way to stage center, so that to the people seated "audience right" it looked as if the bridge covered the entire stage, left to right, half-way up, between the surface of the stage and the top of the arch.

It *also* looked like the bridge (elevated walkway) was designed with a naval/rib cage-height wall, so that it would take a heck-uv-an event for a person to topple over that edge. The dreamer was wondering if it was built for safety or for appearance, as the lower torsos of the actors (except *maybe* the feet) were obscured by that wall.

The dreamer *did* "shift left" towards the center of whatever row the dreamer was perceiving this from, and that's how the width of the bridge was noticed, that it really *only* extended from stage left to stage center. Apparently, by reducing the length of the bridge to something less than 50% of the actual distance (from stage left to stage center) the weight of the bridge was therefore *also* reduced, along with any (hidden) necessary underside support needed to keep it (and the actors) suspended above ground. If you've ever seen one of those *nice* intersections where there's a pole on the right corner (American traffic) that goes straight up, then holds an arm to the left in order to support the traffic lights, *without* crossing all the way across the road to the left corner, then you have an idea of how this particular bridge (stage set element) may have been shaped.

To be clear, the dreamer never actually viewed any *possible* support element to the bridge. *Most* of the above 3 paragraphs relates to how it possibly *could* have been built (IRL) in order to promote the illusion of two actors crossing a bridge during a play. Overall clarity, 9, although if some of the actors' dialogue had been better heard / understood, it would easily have made it to 9+. A close-up on the actors themselves could have brought it up to a 10-, as the dreamer actually felt as if (he) were in the auditorium / seating area of a play that was being performed up on stage, up on a bridge.

In another dream, the dreamer was delivering pizzas (a job I used to have for the better part of 20 years, part time, except for a short stretch or two of *nearly* full time employment.) The dreamer is en route to deliver a pie (what the biz refers to as a single pizza, at any point from pre-ordering to delivery) when the driver is looking at the price to be collected on the data strip of paper on the edge of the box (stuff gets written, usually via a carbonless copy, then that strip of paper gets applied to an edge of the box, and that is what the driver uses to make sure that delivery X gets to destination Y) when the price suddenly came into focus, that being somewhere in the 3 figure range, over $100.oo (like around $112 or $120-something?) indicating that this was likely *more* than just one pizza. The data label seemed to indicate that it was one of a 10-pie order, so that the driver had just come so far without the full quantity that had been ordered, and was *almost* at the point of delivery when the error had been detected. This is where things get a bit "wonky" in the dream world.

*In the real world,* the driver would've gotten to a pay phone (in the days before the ubiquitous cell phone) and called the store, to speak with a manager, as to what to do next. That way, no matter what the manager ordered done, the driver would do, and there would be no further problem (other than possibly a review / possible lecture on how the error had occurred in the first place.)

In the dream, the dreamer seemed to have some association with his own home *as well as* with a store— there was an "older woman" at the home, akin to the dreamer's mother, who was somehow able to put pies in the oven, as if to get the order caught up to 10 pies, but the dreamer was, for some reason, reluctant to call his home to get the order filled properly.

Then there was some type of dilemma regarding going to the customer's destination with *only* one pie out of the order, or to return to the store (or to the dreamer's home) in order to get the whole thing together, but that would delay the delivery of the fresh, hot, single pie that was nearly at the destination.

I mean, this dream was all about *frustration* and indecision / lack of order / lack of structure / failure in the chain of sequence, from the time the order was placed, put together, then dispatched. (If this were to occur in real life, the first issue would be with the driver failing to fully check the data strip on the box *before* leaving the store; the secondary error would be in the pie being allowed to leave *prior* to the full order being ready to go. If there was any third-level error, it could've been in the mis-marking of the order as a multi-pie order. The fact that the cost was over $100 for *one* delivery meant that either there was a HUGE mix-up, as just described, *OR* "Bidenomics" was really "doing a number" on the economy of the area. (I remember when a pizza could be bought for $5 as part of a promotion / carry-out only.)

IF this were somehow a recap of my former life, that would explain the middle-aged appearance of the mother-figure in the dream, as she would've been roughly in her 50s when I first started in the pizza delivery business. Clarity 8+ / 9. The frustration/indecision was *palpable!*

I have the impression that there were some other, significant type dreams, but they must've evaporated between morning and the time of posting. Will add them back in later *if* they come to mind.

Last night/this morning, there were many, *many* dreams, with *lots* of detail, so much that it would be better for me (time-wise/work-wise) to skip many of the details and simply stick to the *bare bones* of what they involved, which will get a bit easier as they tend to evaporate, however, one "peculiar" dream will be sticking around a bit....

Starting with a pet (dog) and a bear: The dreamer was in a rural-ish setting (such as in the past, as how Asbury Lane was *county*-country but *just* off the interstate) and the dreamer was viewing a stretch of land (similar to the "old lane" that had become overgrown through the decades and was now just "land" between two rows of bushes / trees) and as the dreamer spotted the dog, the dreamer *also* noticed a (*probably* black) bear off in the distance beyond the dog. The dreamer seemed focused on getting the dog to come to the dreamer (as one would call a dog "inside" the home, to safety) *rather* than noticing the bear, and possibly ending up dead (or eaten) as a result. The dream ended before resolution was concluded. Clarity 8+/9-. I seem to have noticed a *pattern* of my dreams ending before resolution was concluded. This may well be a sign of something I need to work on, personally.

There was a scene at something like a mall-type store (such as a Wal*Mart) with employees who seemed to include a line of dancing girls (similar to the Radio City Rockettes) that were traveling in an arc-path, through a main "action alley" of the store, as if there may have been on a narrow, flat, low train pulled by a tow motor, although that's just to describe their motion, rather than what was actually seen. I seem to recall there was a bit more to this dream, but it's one of those "mostly evaporated already" scenes, so moving on (clarity 8+/9-.)

There was some type of scenario involving a small church, similar to Grace Lutheran on East Clark Blvd, possibly involving a row of trees, similar to the line of the southern edge of Grace's property / parking area, and possibly something regarding a matter of perspectives, between the dreamer and one of the pastors of that church. What I can recall is that the dreamer was "in the right," so to speak, and left the property, which is very close to how things played out over time IRL, but that's another story. Clarity (mostly evaporated.)

Let's get into the "peculiar" dreams: There were perhaps two segments, but I'll put them together into a single plot-line, as that's how it tends to make the most "logical" reading order / sense:

The dreamer had apparently been shopping, or at least in the process of food preparation, as there were 5 brats in parts of the following scenes (a brat is a slightly larger, slightly plumper hot dog than a typical, average hot dog, but *smaller* in length than the classic foot-longs of baseball and football concession stand notoriety.)

The dreamer was in either an empty O.R. (operating room) or a just-vacated hospital room (possibly in an E.R. setting) wherein the patient who was no longer there had been Gina. There were blood-spatters here and there, as if someone who had been bleeding or recently come into contact with fresh blood had brushed up against the otherwise white patient bed in the room.

The dreamer was picking up some items of note, namely, one of those name-ID-bands they place around a patient's wrist, at it was jusy lying upon the floor, and there was possibly some other object or two that the dreamer gathered up, almost with the feeling as if collecting keepsakes / memorabilia, possibly even souvenirs. There was definitely a feeling of "cherished items" connected to the content picked up, the most notable of which was the ID band, and curiously, the 5 brats. The funny thing about the brats is that they were *not* in a single package, as one would pick up a package of perhaps 6 or 12 together from a store, but they were individually about, loosely, as a group in an area of the room.

There was another guy, around perhaps his early 20s to early 30s, with blondish-brownish ("sandy blonde"?) hair, who *looked* like he could have been one of my sons (*possibly* Logan, possibly someone else, but did not have the sense of "Charles," who would've been clearly identifiable, one would think) who was also in the room, collecting some other material(s) that was about the room— stuff having the appearance of colored (red and blue) noodles, only more of a plastic-like material than pasta-like, and there was a bit of it strewn about the room, which made basically zero sense.

But the guy was cleaning it up, and there was a kind of look/feel between the two, the guy and the dreamer, as if the guy was wondering about the dreamer, "What are *you* doing here?" at which point, the dreamer exited / that scene ended.

The next scene "picks up" with the dreamer standing in a graveyard, apparently alone on a well-lit (sunny?) day, at one of those areas where there are no standing tomb stones, but rather the flat, ground marker-type indicators.

The one directly in front of the downward view of the dreamer was one of those "eternal flame" gas pipes, similar to the one at the grave of JFK, with a burning flame coming out of it, flickering roughly 4"–6" in height, and the narrative, omniscient mind within the dream identified it as "Gina's grave." Curiously enough, the first thought of the dreamer was along the lines of: "If the {volume/feed/output} of that pipe were cut in half, it would cut the cost in half."

And just like that, the flame was reduced in height to only 2"–3" in height.

The next thought / question in mind was along the lines of: "I've always wondered how those things are controlled—"

To the right of the marker, there was a round, white, plastic disc, roughly 5" in diameter, mounted flush with the ground, and somehow seen down within, below that top lid, there was a pipe recessed straight down into the ground, with what looked like timer or possibly flow controls set within, so that *if* someone needed to reach down and manually adjust the flame, it was possible, although it was *likely ALSO* controlled automatically, like perhaps to automatically re-light the flame if, say, a surface temperature should drop below the expected temperature of the pipe being lit. End of dream, clarity 9+ / 10-, although what is "peculiar" about this dream is the lack of grief (or other concerned-type emotion) over seeing what was supposedly identified as her grave, following the scene of "absence" in the hospital environment just before.

As a *very REAL* possibility along the Quantum Universes philosophy (in *perfect* resonance with what Jesus teaches in Matthew 19:26, "...*with* God *all* things *are* possible") there's the time-meeting concept (of future meeting past at a "present" moment, a moment "in common") that the young man *may* have been the son of Gina and myself, and that the hospital room *could* have been a scene wherein she died giving birth to the young man (my future son) seen gathering stuff from the room.

Now, there happens to be *something* of a parallel theme running through this "peculiar" dream with that of the storyline in the book "One" by Richard Bach— (http://openlibrary.org/works/OL62106W/One?edition=ia%3Aonenovel00bach)— wherein he (R. Bach) is having an astral-type dream scene involving his grieving at the grave of his wife, Leslie Parish Bach, in which he awakens *from* that dream into a "higher shell/perspective" (if you will) that eventually leads Richard and Leslie back to "reality." (It's a *tremendously* good book, and I *heartily* recommend it for people who have interest in dreams and astral-related phenomenon.)

But for now, at this point in my personal timeline, without making any "future" predictions or prophecies, the "clear" message I got through all that is that Gina *is* (from birth) an American. Somehow, I *suspect* the rapidly deteriorating conditions in Canada will lead her to return to America, as it will begin to feel *safer* in comparison to god-forsaken Toronto, Ontario (under the son-of-Castro dictatorship.)