There were a *number* of dreams *clearly* remembered after waking. Unfortunately, the day has been *so busy* that by now, most of them have evaporated, and what remains may have issues with remembering any of the details:

One dream in particular involved my first son, Charles, at an age where he was around 8-ish, perhaps younger, as he was *drawing* something like pencil/crayon level art, similar to a large, crescent moon, with animation similar to soldiers (or simply "things") dripping downward from the top of the crescent towards the bottom.

Later, there was some kind of scene in which he (Charles) was being belligerent, to the point where the dreamer was taking action to spank him, when the dream ended. Clarity "mixed."

Another dream involved something like a mobile home in transport, that phase when the mobile home gets moved into place where it sits, typically until it falls apart or is hauled off as garbage.

The dreamer seemed to have something to do with picking or suggesting or mapping where a "floor" (a single wide unit, typically between 14'–18' wide) might be located. There was also some type of alternative condition, wherein someone else indicated that the floor was already set (in a particular location) leaving the dreamer with a feeling *similar* to: "Oh. Then forget it." (Clarity 8-)

Just about everything else is already "evaporated," so *if* anything returns to mind, I'll try to get it logged down here. (Not holding my breath.)

There were a number of *slightly* macabre dreams. While there was a lack of emotional (guttural) response felt by the narrative mind of the dreamer, there was, on the other hand, some visual items that may cause more visceral reactions in others. I suppose it's purely a matter of personal taste, but:

The Body at the Office (followed by the Trick-or-Treaters)
The Amoral Idiot? (and the gal who ended him)
The Tarantula (on a web?) (and the bats)
Normal (?) dream: The Password (and what it meant)

So in "The Body at the Office", the dreamer somehow becomes aware of / discovers a body in an upstairs office. While there's very little (if any) sense of "guilt" regarding the body, still, the dreamer *is* aware that regardless of who calls in the notification, the dreamer will be *likely* be considered as a *likely* suspect, signs of a fearful conscience rather than a guilty one.

For whatever reason, the dreamer seemingly goes on to some other activity, with the idea of eventually notifying the police at a later point in time (but more like simply "later in the day.")

Yet to the dreamer's "trepidation" (tremulous agitation, first time I can recall ever having felt led to use that word, so I had to look it up to confirm its usage accuracy) a female (such as either a spouse, girlfriend, or office mate) went out front to call in a group of kids who'd been passing along on the sidewalk, who seemed much like trick-or-treaters.

Either way, the dreamer was upstairs (in a room *other* than where the body lay) as if looking for a urinal.

This particular sequence is infrequent yet still a common theme within dreams (well, I'm male, so I can really only speak from my own perspective / experience, but): sometimes the search is for a well-defined men's room (like with rows of urinals or toilets along a wall) but sometimes (as in this dream) the dreamer is looking for *any* suitable receptacle (such as a drain hole of some sort) that will suffice as a place in which to "drain a kidney," so to speak. (Again, a familiar dream concept, yet occurring maybe only once a year or decade, if that much.)

The dreamer had *just found* something similar to a hole in plastic wrap of some sort, as if that would suffice as a "make-do" type of location, when the kids start coming up the stairway, so the dreamer backs up into a kind of hole, not unlike how a moray eel slithers back into a crevice, yet without the eel's hungry element. It seems as if the dreamer's main objective is simply to hide from the kids. In fact, the dreamer is *between mixed emotions,* that being disturbed (internally) over *being* disturbed (externally) just before taking a leak, along with [["How *could* she have done something like that?"] / ["WHAT was she *thinking?!?"*]] with respect to the female inviting kids upstairs while there's a body in another room, along *with* the genuine joy of providing trick-or-treaters with either a trick or a treat, so when the first kid comes up, maybe around 4 years old, the dreamer simply uses both hands to give the kid a full rib-tickler (about 5 quick moments of the "gitchy-gitchy-goo" action) as the child laughs and giggles in response, and the kid turns away (clockwise) and returns to the other kids.

At that particular moment, the dream ended, and I have no idea what this was all about or how the "upstairs body" got there, or how the situation was resolved. One can only imagine that the kids left the building in search of other candy-rich targets. Clarity 8+/9-, despite all the unresolved elements.

In "The Amoral Idiot? (and the gal who ended him)" there's a scene of 3 people: Female (about 40? slightly heavyset, slightly upstage left) the amoralist, just left of center) and a guy (seated slightly slightly downstage right) who gets immediately shot dead (by the amoralist) who I *think* fired with his left arm outstretched towards the victim. The shot was nearly immediate, with no rhyme nor reason given leading up to it. The amoralist simply shot the victim.

The gal seated to the amoralist's right (slightly upstage left) asks the idiot something nearly as inane, such as "Did you just shoot that guy?" or possibly "WHY did you just shoot that guy?" (or possibly both. Sometimes, a "feel" of more than a few discrete thoughts may come across as *one* thought in a dream.)

The idiot gives some kind of non-defensive reply, such as something *akin to* [he was a waste of space] (or air, etc.) or [he was offensive just sitting there.] The point being, the idiot gave *no* defensible reason (justification) for having murdered another person.

The gal with whom the idiot had been answering took a gun in her right hand, aimed it at her right ear (as her left ear was towards the idiot, such that he could not see what was happening on the right side of the gal's head) and pulled the trigger. The shot not only went *through* the gal's head, but also then *into* the head of the idiot to her left.

Believe it or not, there was some type of discussion that took place with the gal, as if the fact that she'd just blown her own body away was irrelevant to the moment.

The narrative mind of the dreamer asked something *like* "Why did you just do that?" and her response was *something* like, "the world is better off without someone like that," as if taking herself out to accomplish the act was simply the cost of the clean-up.

I *think* there was some type of comment from the idiot as well, something *like*: "You *could* have just warned me...." Clarity 9-. The lighting was as if dusk, or possibly in a darkened bar or lounge.

The Tarantula (on a web?) (and the bats):
The dreamer was in an area, not unlike the large, open, interior space such as Wal*Mart, however, all of the floor space was open, whereas the walls may have been lined with content. The view of where there would normally be a high ceiling was *dark* overhead, as well as *not-well-lit* at *all* "on the floor," either.

However, the dreamer was aware of having walked beneath something overhead: if the reader considers oneself to be the camera perspective of the view, located due south, facing due north, the dreamer was walking *towards* the camera perspective, as if from 15° East of due north, as if heading 15° west of due south.

There's a kind of "zoom" (trolley?) effect, where the view closes in rapidly towards the dreamer (the one walking across the floor) as the dreamer looks back to double-check that what had been noticed was, indeed, a tarantula (ON a web, basically a wire thread, running horizontally about 5'–6' above the dreamer's head) and the dreamer began walking at an increasingly rapid pace *away* from the tarantula.

At about this point, the camera perspective is basically "first person," as the dreamer warns someone else in the floor space that there's a tarantula back a tad, up overhead, on a web.

Meanwhile, by looking upward at the pathway of the wire-web overhead, the dreamer *also* happens to notice what appear to be two jet-shaped, whitish objects, flying further up in the air, as if there were no actual roof above the floor space, as if it was an open view of the sky, which appeared mostly overcast-grayish-white.

One of the jets was headed rightish, another leftish, and they appeared to cross paths with at a distance of around one to two jet-lengths between them. (☯?)

While the tarantula on the web was by now a bit further "behind" the dreamer's location (as the dreamer had been moving, whereas the arachnid had remained relatively still) the jets appeared more directly "overhead" by contrast.

So now the dreamer is heading due "camera-stage left" (westish) and appears to be approaching a wall ahead, wondering what's beyond the wall, when a MASSIVE amount of bats just poured forth from a point in the wall (as if emerging from a cave at dusk.)

And although they swarmed past the dreamer (and kept on going, much like a swarm of flies in a steady wind) the dreamer was relatively unscathed, although certainly a bit conscientious of desiring a more peaceful environment. Clarity 9, despite the darkness and the possibly symbology of the two jets.

Normal (?) dream: The Password (and what it meant):

The dreamer is seated at a desk in a room *similar* to a computer center, such as a "NOC" (pronounced "knock", for Network Operations Center) *similar* to the one that *used* to be along the northern side of the east-west hallway along the basement level of the Cope Administration Building at MTSU.

There are at least two other guys around, one seeming to be in authority (such as a director of the center) and another seeming to be a lackey of some sort, whereas it is unclear what type of status the dreamer happens to have, other than by simply being there, *some* sort of clearance or status had to be in effect, even if only a student, employee, or consultant/analyst.

Someone is speaking aloud a password, and while this is *VERY close* to what was heard, yet by now lacks any confidence as to accuracy, I recall it sounding like: "October 28th, 1973 IE" (but *please note* it may have been more like: [102873IE]. Also, it could have been "IT" or "OE" but it definitely had a "Microsoft" sense to it.)

The dreamer remarks aloud that "I have a hunch as to what it may mean" (or "references," etc.) when the guys start to come towards the dreamer as if to listen to what the idea might involve, when the dream ends. Clarity 9+. IF I'd been able to write this up *immediately after* waking, I could likely have provided the password precisely, as the "meaning" of the password *may* have had some type of reference to something of significance to the computer center director's son. I'm *fairly* sure the month referenced was / is October, and that the decade was in the '70s, such as '73 or '77, and that the two letters at the end were either IT, IE, or OE, but as to *how* the password date related to the son is unclear. There's also the lack of any connection (yea or nay) as to whether the lackey was the son, or not, but I'm *thinking* the lackey was more of a servant than a son.

I realize this is being posted a day late (on Thursday, the 25th) but it's for yesterday morning, Wednesday the 24th:

"Last night/this morning" (from Wednesday's perspective) I had one curious yet memorable dream, wherein the primary preacher of the church I attend was the main character recognized in a *group* of around 2 dozen (or so) people, some of whom were jogging, others running, others cycling, all dressed appropriate for that type of activity in Spring (relatively, conformfortably, pleasantly cool-to-warm) weather (except for the preacher, who was identifiably dressed as I've always seen him, in casual clothing, such as one might wear about the house if expecting friends over for company.)

They were *all* coming down "Medical Center Parkway" (that *used* to be called "Manson Pike"/"Lokey") headed from west to east, approaching the intersection of US-41, that heads "northwest" as "Nashville Highway" (or NW Broad) and "southeast" as "SE Broad" that later becomes "Manchester Highway."

Now please keep in mind that the lane they were traveling in is designed for motorized traffic. One would expect to see any individual or small group using the right shoulder as a bike lane, but in this case, the entire group was fully occupying the lane, and they all came to a halt as if stopped at the (red) traffic light at that intersection.

Clarity 9, although I have *NO* idea what the dream may have been referencing, other than sometimes, a group of people can do something for one nebulous reason (such as "exercise") yet have no other main thought in mind.

It may be noted that the group was acting in a "lawful" behavior, as they all appeared to be observing the traffic signal (even though that particular signal was not directly seen in the scene.)

____On Thursday, May 25, 2023 at 7:45:50 AM UTC-6, Richard Silk wrote:
> I realize this is being posted a day late (on Thursday, the 25th) but it's for yesterday morning, Wednesday the 24th:
>
> "Last night/this morning" (from Wednesday's perspective) I had one curious yet memorable dream, wherein the primary preacher of the church I attend was the main character recognized in a *group* of around 2 dozen (or so) people, some of whom were jogging, others running, others cycling, all dressed appropriate for that type of activity in Spring (relatively, conformfortably, pleasantly cool-to-warm) weather (except for the preacher, who was identifiably dressed as I've always seen him, in casual clothing, such as one might wear about the house if expecting friends over for company.)
>
> They were *all* coming down "Medical Center Parkway" (that *used* to be called "Manson Pike"/"Lokey") headed from west to east, approaching the intersection of US-41, that heads "northwest" as "Nashville Highway" (or NW Broad) and "southeast" as "SE Broad" that later becomes "Manchester Highway."
>
> Now please keep in mind that the lane they were traveling in is designed for motorized traffic. One would expect to see any individual or small group using the right shoulder as a bike lane, but in this case, the entire group was fully occupying the lane, and they all came to a halt as if stopped at the (red) traffic light at that intersection.
>
> Clarity 9, although I have *NO* idea what the dream may have been referencing, other than sometimes, a group of people can do something for one nebulous reason (such as "exercise") yet have no other main thought in mind.
>
> It may be noted that the group was acting in a "lawful" behavior, as they all appeared to be observing the traffic signal (even though that particular signal was not directly seen in the scene.)
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Hello Dick,
When that person was shot, did you hear the noise of the gunshot or was it silent? At least you are dreaming where nothing is happening in that area of my sleep.

Sandy$

On Saturday, July 1, 2023 at 7:58:57 AM UTC-5, sandy$ wrote:
> ____On Thursday, May 25, 2023 at 7:45:50 AM UTC-6, Richard Silk wrote:
> > I realize this is being posted a day late (on Thursday, the 25th) but it's for yesterday morning, Wednesday the 24th:
<SNIP>
> **********************************************************************************************************
> Hello Dick,
> When that person was shot, did you hear the noise of the gunshot or was it silent?

So I had to review just a bit to find out what "shot" was being referenced. This is what I found "in the same block" of dreams:

*>In "The Amoral Idiot? (and the gal who ended him)" there's a scene of 3 people: Female (about 40? slightly heavyset, slightly upstage left) the amoralist, just left of center) and a guy (seated slightly slightly downstage right) who gets immediately shot dead (by the amoralist) who I *think* fired with his left arm outstretched towards the victim. The shot was nearly immediate, with no rhyme nor reason given leading up to it. The amoralist simply shot the victim.

The gal seated to the amoralist's right (slightly upstage left) asks the idiot something nearly as inane, such as "Did you just shoot that guy?" or possibly "WHY did you just shoot that guy?" (or possibly both. Sometimes, a "feel" of more than a few discrete thoughts may come across as *one* thought in a dream.)

The idiot gives some kind of non-defensive reply, such as something *akin to* [he was a waste of space] (or air, etc.) or [he was offensive just sitting there.] The point being, the idiot gave *no* defensible reason (justification) for having murdered another person.

The gal with whom the idiot had been answering took a gun in her right hand, aimed it at her right ear (as her left ear was towards the idiot, such that he could not see what was happening on the right side of the gal's head) and pulled the trigger. The shot not only went *through* the gal's head, but also then *into* the head of the idiot to her left.

Believe it or not, there was some type of discussion that took place with the gal, as if the fact that she'd just blown her own body away was irrelevant to the moment. <*

So as to the question raised:> "...did you hear the noise of the gunshot or was it silent?"

If this had been asked within a day or two of the dream, I'd likely be able to give you a "more accurate" answer. As it is, I can barely remember the dream itself, although the journaling of the dream (quoted above) is relatively accurate enough to bring the "blocking details" back to mind (who was where, did / said what.)

Now, if you've ever been to a "firing range," the sound of a gunshot (even with ear muffs) is fairly loud. Yet the *loudest* single gun shot I ever heard came from a "broom handled Mauser" fired by my brother-in-law at an outdoor shooting location.

In comparison to *those* examples, I've got *nearly* zero recollection of the sound of the gun shots. There was the "undeniable sense" that someone *had* been shot. If there *was* a "sound" component to the dream, it would've carried about as many decibels as the dialogue itself. At this point, the best I can recall would be "muted" in comparison to the sound a gunshot makes in reality.

> At least you are dreaming where nothing is happening in that area of my sleep.

When one is having difficulty sleeping or dreaming, here are a few tips:
1) (hard to practice, but *very* effective!):> "Early to bed, early to rise, makes [one] healthy, wealthy and wise." ([Ben Franklin] if I recall correctly.)
2) When the body is tired, exercise the mind; when the mind is tired, exercise the body. (My dad!)
-- when they are *both* tired, take a nap / go to bed. (...Addition mine.)
and of course, my favorite:
3) The Right Eye Technique: (GREAT for power naps as well!!!)
tinyurl.com/RightEyeFirstTechnique
(First posted in alt.dreams or similar USENET space--
the tinyurl alias (shortcut link) points to a "newer" publication online at Quora.com).

On Monday, July 3, 2023 at 10:47:36 AM UTC-6, Richard Silk wrote:
> On Saturday, July 1, 2023 at 7:58:57 AM UTC-5, sandy$ wrote:
> > ____On Thursday, May 25, 2023 at 7:45:50 AM UTC-6, Richard Silk wrote:
> > > I realize this is being posted a day late (on Thursday, the 25th) but it's for yesterday morning, Wednesday the 24th:
> <SNIP>
> > **********************************************************************************************************
> > Hello Dick,
> > When that person was shot, did you hear the noise of the gunshot or was it silent?
> So I had to review just a bit to find out what "shot" was being referenced. This is what I found "in the same block" of dreams:
>
> *>In "The Amoral Idiot? (and the gal who ended him)" there's a scene of 3 people: Female (about 40? slightly heavyset, slightly upstage left) the amoralist, just left of center) and a guy (seated slightly slightly downstage right) who gets immediately shot dead (by the amoralist) who I *think* fired with his left arm outstretched towards the victim. The shot was nearly immediate, with no rhyme nor reason given leading up to it. The amoralist simply shot the victim.
> The gal seated to the amoralist's right (slightly upstage left) asks the idiot something nearly as inane, such as "Did you just shoot that guy?" or possibly "WHY did you just shoot that guy?" (or possibly both. Sometimes, a "feel" of more than a few discrete thoughts may come across as *one* thought in a dream.)
>
> The idiot gives some kind of non-defensive reply, such as something *akin to* [he was a waste of space] (or air, etc.) or [he was offensive just sitting there.] The point being, the idiot gave *no* defensible reason (justification) for having murdered another person.
>
> The gal with whom the idiot had been answering took a gun in her right hand, aimed it at her right ear (as her left ear was towards the idiot, such that he could not see what was happening on the right side of the gal's head) and pulled the trigger. The shot not only went *through* the gal's head, but also then *into* the head of the idiot to her left.
> Believe it or not, there was some type of discussion that took place with the gal, as if the fact that she'd just blown her own body away was irrelevant to the moment. <*
>
> So as to the question raised:> "...did you hear the noise of the gunshot or was it silent?"
>
> If this had been asked within a day or two of the dream, I'd likely be able to give you a "more accurate" answer. As it is, I can barely remember the dream itself, although the journaling of the dream (quoted above) is relatively accurate enough to bring the "blocking details" back to mind (who was where, did / said what.)
>
> Now, if you've ever been to a "firing range," the sound of a gunshot (even with ear muffs) is fairly loud. Yet the *loudest* single gun shot I ever heard came from a "broom handled Mauser" fired by my brother-in-law at an outdoor shooting location.
>
> In comparison to *those* examples, I've got *nearly* zero recollection of the sound of the gun shots. There was the "undeniable sense" that someone *had* been shot. If there *was* a "sound" component to the dream, it would've carried about as many decibels as the dialogue itself. At this point, the best I can recall would be "muted" in comparison to the sound a gunshot makes in reality.
> > At least you are dreaming where nothing is happening in that area of my sleep.
> When one is having difficulty sleeping or dreaming, here are a few tips:
> 1) (hard to practice, but *very* effective!):> "Early to bed, early to rise, makes [one] healthy, wealthy and wise." ([Ben Franklin] if I recall correctly.)
> 2) When the body is tired, exercise the mind; when the mind is tired, exercise the body. (My dad!)
> -- when they are *both* tired, take a nap / go to bed. (...Addition mine.)
> and of course, my favorite:
> 3) The Right Eye Technique: (GREAT for power naps as well!!!)
> tinyurl.com/RightEyeFirstTechnique
> (First posted in alt.dreams or similar USENET space--
> the tinyurl alias (shortcut link) points to a "newer" publication online at Quora.com).
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The reason you had to go back and look for the shot post dream is because I had to go though several days of your dreams to find a reply post. Sandy$

On Tuesday, July 4, 2023 at 8:16:19 AM UTC-5, sandy$ wrote:
RC Silk wrote:
<snip>
> > 3) The Right Eye Technique: (GREAT for power naps as well!!!)
> > tinyurl.com/RightEyeFirstTechnique
<snip>
> ******************************************************************************************
> The reason you had to go back and look for the shot post dream is because I had to go though several days of your dreams to find a reply post. Sandy$

Yeah, I got that. While the questions of "what?" or "why?" tend to pop up now, the "answer" to *those* questions is that perhaps there was something on *your* mind, and *maybe* that "right eye technique" may be what you may be in need of trying (with respect to your reported period of no dreams lately.)