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Dream Interpretation
Front-Ranger:
I dreamed I was playing poker with Pence.
"I have three," says he. Of course, thought I. You have three knaves.
"I'll call you back," says I.
Now, what does this dream mean? My conscious mind has forgotten how to play poker, but my subconscious mind obviously still knows.
Sometimes I scare myself. :P
Front-Ranger:
Just one more post before I go to the class where I'm teaching sewing to refugees.
Earlier last night, I dreamed that I had to organize a rather complicated presentation that involved two screens and several presenters who had to interact. I knew instantly how to do it, because I'd just seen a George Takai play a few days before. Not Allegiance but a different play also set in WWII. Some people from my past were the players. The success of the play depended on perfect synchronization of the two screens.
Jeff, I feel for you and for all of us in these United States, as Auden would say. It's no wonder we are afraid we'll look out and see shadowy figures dragging bodies away and we wish we could go back to the days of our parents, or our grandparents.
Front-Ranger:
--- Quote from: Front-Ranger on January 14, 2017, 10:56:15 am ---
"I'll call you back," says I.
Now, what does this dream mean? My conscious mind has forgotten how to play poker, but my subconscious mind obviously still knows.
--- End quote ---
Okay, I looked it up and to call means to match the bet on the table. So, it means I have 3 Jacks (knaves) or better. But, who are they?
Jeff Wrangler:
Did I ever have a lulu last night!
It seemed like I was in some sort of Western or pioneer days movie, or something.
I was with a group a people, and we were hiding out in some sort of really skanky "sanitation facility" (which, of course, doesn't fit the part of being in a Western), and we were waiting for the arrival of a wagonload of supplies. I remember thinking that our hide-out was so gross that I said that if we were attacked by Indians, I'd rather surrender than stay in our hide-out!
Front-Ranger:
I had a scary dream last night (surprise, huh) and woke up with my heart pounding. I was at some kind of convention center and I looked across the way and saw a colleague of mine, who is Chinese-American, being bullied and berated by his boss. The boss pushed my colleague into an elevator that was going up. I went over to the elevator and pushed the up button but of course, nothing happened. I looked to the side and noticed a smaller elevator. I went to get in it but it turned into a covered slide. I slipped myself into it and a suction thing came down on the top of my head and started pulling me up. There were many twists and turns and the elevator was like a tight tube around me and very dark, but I told myself to relax and breathe normally. At the top it came out at a dizzying height and I realized that, instead of an elevator, it was some kind of roller coaster ride.
The suction thing was still pulling me slowly and then it came to a stop. I looked up and was terrified that I was still a good 50 ft up in the air! I looked down and saw some people down below cleaning a small area of ground and in the middle was a puffy pillow about the size of a twin mattress. I was supposed to jump onto this?! I was near to panic and yelled to get the people's attention but since they were so far away from me, they didn't hear me. After what seemed like forever they started to notice me and look up, gesturing that I should jump. But I remained riveted to the little stand and its two arm holds. As I was waking up, I think they were starting to lash together several ladders so that I could climb down.
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