On Friday, September 16, 2022 at 1:16:59 PM UTC-6, dick...@gmail.com wrote:
> In what may be something of two firsts for me, I had a dream involving Richard Gere, someone of whom I've *never* before (that I'm aware of) had any dream whatsoever. Sure, he's a relatively decent actor with a relatively handsome appearance, but other than having seen him in one or two scenes, I have no clue about the guy. For whatever reason, maybe personal? who knows? the more "handsome" a guy may be, the less interest I seem to have in him. (Personally, I *was* exceptionally handsome back in my 20s, but always thought I looked a bit "geeky" or "nerdy." Nowadays, I'm lucky to pass for "distinguished.")
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> At any rate, the dreamer is *as if* seated at a round table with a white tablecloth at a restaurant, also something of a very rare thing in my life, as I'm partial to booths and have a relatively strong aversion to restaurants in general, as the prices they charge run from exorbitant to *obscene* compared to what I can whip (or whisk) up at home.
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> Regardless, the dreamer is at this table and stands up (or is standing) for some introductions. IF I recall correctly, the dreamer introduced Richard Gere to someone else around the table, as it certainly seemed to be as if introducing person A to group C. So far, nothing remarkable, but why "I" would be at a swanky restaurant and introducing RG to a group is totally outside my present-day comprehension, as such simply is NOT in my circle of likely activity. (Sure, I got a lifetime Thespian qualification in high school, but so what?)
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> The kicker is what happened next: RG introduced me *by name* to someone as well, "... this is Richard Silk," at which point I'd like to say the dream ended, but somewhere during last night there is a segment where the dreamer was shaking hands with someone. Whether it was at this point in the RG dream appears unclear, but what I *do* recall of whomever's hand I was shaking, is that there was a general comment that the dreamer try not to crush the hand of the older gentleman, at which point, the dreamer suddenly became aware of what was thought to be just a "firm" handshake, but realized the other guy's hand / bone structure was getting <squished> so the dreamer *lightened up* and that segment ended.
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> IF the handshake was NOT a part of the prior RG section, then the RG section ended right after he mentioned my name, which brought me "back to body" as they say in the astral projection community. In plain language, it made me mindful of myself, and I awoke. I *suspect* the handshake segment may have been an element that *preceded* the RG scene at the restaurant.
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> Handshake squish / "return to body" was around clarity 8- /but ended as the dreamer "let up"/ on the handshake, which was taking a rapid, positive asymptotic curve as "I" *mindfully* "let up" on the grip.
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> The restaurant dream with RG introducing me *by name* (which seems, to me, to be of *far* more interest, that someone would call me *by my name* in a dream!) was around clarity 9+ yet went to waking consciousness afterward.
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> The "Fishing through Nissan" dream was rather odd, as the dreamer was puzzling over it even during the dream itself:
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> The dreamer was in a setting *much like* the front half-acre of my old property on Asbury Lane, which has a creek running west-to-east along the northern border of the property (IRL.) From that front-of-yard perspective, there appeared to be a fishing line running from the creek area to the south, which *should* have led across Medical Center Parkway and (at a southeasterly angle) eventually somewhere along the western side of the old, Murfreesboro Courthouse. Instead, the dreamer starts to follow the line (because, as some fishermen often do, they try to rescue a lure whenever possible) and finds the line has led (roughly Southeast) across Asbury lane into the northern end of the Nissan factory.
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> Now, anybody familiar with the geography of the area will spot the fact that, in real life (IRL) Nissan is actually NORTHeast of Asbury Lane, so apparently this may have had something to do with the line that travels through one's lifetime, rather than "just" a fishing line in a dream.
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> At any rate, the dreamer touched upon the line (which was straight *as well as* taught) at or above shoulder level, certainly *within the dreamer's grasp* so to speak, somewhere inside the building that seemed like Nissan (located in real life in Smyrna, TN— I've worked there IRL as a subcontractor on 3 separate occasions in 3 different areas) and as the dreamer followed the line, there arose a question in the dreamer's mind (or someone in the dream may have asked it aloud) as to "HOW did someone cast a fishing line all the way through the (Nissan) building?" (which, if thought of as simply a fishing line, would be impossible. The longest someone would be able to cast a fishing line IRL would be from outside the gates to somewhere in one of the parking lots. Even if casting indoors along a main aisle, it would not have stretched *through* the building, but simply fallen flat to the ground.) And yet, this line was going straight through the building, as if it were possibly "caught" somewhere further south (which, from the northern hemisphere, is traditionally "toward the light" of the sun) which is where the dreamer wanted to follow in order to free and recover the lure.
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> However, the dreamer came upon something of a *tangle* or *snarl* of line, very much akin to what a length of fishing line stretched out would look like if, for some reason, an area of slack had been introduced, and the line was a *mess.* However, the line appeared to continue traveling *past* the snarl, on out through the (southern) wall of the building (as if through one of the exit gates designed for vehicles to leave the factory.)
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> Now, personally, I have a "first instinct" to untangle a snarled line if at all possible. I've often done this successfully, yet at times had to "splice" the line in order to remove the tangle and preserve the majority of the string, cord, whatever. Splicing preserves the line, sure, but "weakens" the overall integrity of the line.
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> And although you may never see this in an instruction manual, but when splicing any kind of electrical cord, it greatly behooves the individual to splice both lines of the cord at significantly different places, like this....
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> ...so as to help prevent short circuiting / electrical shock / severe damage if ANY of the insulated area around the splice of either part of the cord should happen to wear thin.
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> While the dreamer was seriously contemplating splicing out the snarl in order to continue searching for the lure, the dream ended.
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> While this seemed like an overall clarity 9, that line itself was of *absolute* clarity 10 (it had the tactile sensation of being *taught* within the dream!) I feel this whole dream is like a symbolic synopsis (or even parable!) of my life (clarity 7) and that fishing line is akin to what may be considered my "astral cord" or "lifeline." It is far better to simply "forgive" the snarled zone and continue following the line to find the lure. The snarled / tangled line could *certainly* be analogous to a period in my (past) life during which I was *seriously* "messed up."
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> And although the directions listed in the text of this writing indicate the direction of the line would end up roughly to the west of the courthouse, still headed southeast, I have a *very* strong suspicion that it actually leads "through" a scene from real life of myself with Gina in her dorm room, or in general at MTSU (*east* of the courthouse, but then again, the Nissan plant is NORTH of Asbury Lane) or possibly even to the home of her youth in Pulaski, Tennessee.
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> IF one could think of "south" as "in the past," then it begins to make *perfect* sense. Any scene from *any* point in the past (such as my trip in 1995 to Canada) would be seen as "south" of this location today (very near the exact center of the State of Tennessee.) In the infinite, present moment of "NOW," there would be no "direction," akin to a rapidly spinning compass needle.
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> But hey, that's all "speculation" at this point, and was not visually a part of the dream scene in this journal entry. I'm just VERY curious to know what might be the "lure" and where might it be "caught" if the dreamer had continued (literally!) "along that line."
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> PILE of checks!:
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> I have a hunch this dream was actually before or possibly between the other two dreams, but here goes:
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> The dream begins in what *may* have been an auto-repair shop, with what *may* have been a few of the mechanics who worked there, which is akin to something from my past (real life) work history, wherein I was akin to an "office manager" / "bookkeeper" but with a very meagerly paycheck (only $10.oo/hr, but that was "above minimum wage" in those days, which was between $5 to $7 something an hour.)
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> The thing is, the dreamer *and* at least one other guy (possibly two others) ended up on (or the scene migrated to) a type of wooden platform, as if built at a significant height above ground, somewhere high enough, say, to bungee jump or possibly base jump with a parachute, seemingly in a wooded area (as if trees could grow to such a height.) To be clear, the dreamer did not actually "check" to see how high above ground the platform was, but was merely content that it seemed stable enough that it could be stood upon, reasonably. (IF this had been a "real life" platform, one would have been naturally cautious around the edges(!) which, in the dream, seemed to have a barrister of sorts, similar in shape and appearance to the ropes around a boxing ring, but with an appearance similar to wood. The platform *seemed* as if located in the eastern (front) half acre of the property I owned back on Asbury Lane, just like the fishing line through Nissan dream.)
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> One (if not both) of the other guys "took a dive" off the support structure into the (apparent) "jungle" below. Left behind, on a (NE) corner of the platform, perhaps a foot or two south of the corner, along the eastern edge, was a *stack* of checks, maybe three stacks wide, mostly of the size of personal checks, which are roughly the size of a dollar bill.
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> The "sense" felt by this stack of checks is that they represented (assumed valid) payments for services rendered, *likely* for the automotive repair from the half-remembered fog of a dream that preceded the platform scene.
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> The dreamer had a natural curiosity as to how much all those checks came to, and actually began adding a few of them up, starting from the top of one of the stacks, when perhaps 2 checks "fluttered" off the platform, down below, as if by a wind gust, and the dreamer was suddenly mindful of the necessity of preventing further flutters, and actually felt a sense of responsibility in recovering those two wind-blown checks.
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> Someone returned to the platform, and the dreamer remarked on those two checks that had fluttered down and the need to recover/retrieve them. The dreamer also wanted to be sure to present the "air" of responsibility for the assets, *rather* than that of a thief, who would've absconded with the stacks of checks for personal gain.
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> The preceding section of the repair shop was around clarity 3 or 4, as it was *barely* rememberable as the following platform scene significantly "upstaged" the preceding content.
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> The platform scene was more of a clarity 7 (symbolic of the past) to 8+ or 9- (overall. Good, full color, texture of background and foreground, plot device being the stack of checks, moral quandary, etc.)
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Hello Richard,
Do you think your dream about Richard Gere would of been different if the actor had been a beautiful woman?
Sandy$