Dreams – 1/23

1/23/25: I was driving in Norway when my car broke down at night in snow. I had papers that I couldn’t read, so I didn’t know what to do. I walked and found a man named Bäd who was a mechanic. He took me to his house and I explained I was driving up Norway to see elite Norwegian military biathletes because the competition involved firing over people below them who were dancing or ice skating. Bäd told me I could get a rental but the rental place would close shortly. I didn’t know how to make a call, so Bäd went to do that for me and I wondered if I was going to have trouble with my air flight because no one told me if it was heading to Bremen or Hamburg.

1/23/24: [fragment only] It involved the battleship New Jersey–we were playing Battleship on the deck but the New Jersey was also firing–it’s own game of ‘Battleship’

1/23/23 #1: I was in my ‘house’ in Rock Island. I went outside, crossed the street, and saw a big building that I thought could be a warehouse for my business. I peaked in the first window and it looked abandoned. I looked in the next one and saw a basketball court–that suddenly ended in a dropoff just out of bounds and after a 10-ft or so gap, there was a patio with people drinking coffee. Instead of hoops, the court had shelving units with trash bins acting as baskets. I found a doorway and went in and found that the building had lots of floors and it wasn’t vacant. It had apartments in every nook and cranny and that you had to take narrow stairways or climb twisting ladders to get to all of them. In one apartment, a woman was laying down while watering her plants and in another, it was so small, that the guy there had to stick his guitar out the window to have room to play it.

1/23/23 #2: I was on a country road and out hunting. I was carrying a gun but had had no luck. Then I ran across Morgan Freeman. He was carrying a refrigerator full of venison. He said it kept the meat nice and tender but that since it was full, the next time he shot a deer, he was going to have use two black backpacks issued to him by the “Wildlife Government.” He narrated all of this which made me realize it all made sense and that this was the way hunting regulations always worked.

1/23/23 #3: I was in bed. Julie was moving around, getting dressed. She was in her underwear. I tried to convince her to come back to bed but noticed three strange things. First, she was in black and white while everything else was in color. Second, she wouldn’t talk no matter what. Third, her clothing was ‘part of her’. The underwear wasn’t being worn, it wasn’t painted on–it was actually part of her body.

1/23/11: I was playing basketball for Iowa State. When the game was done, I went home and changed the oil in my car–in my living room where I had a hydraulic lift and everything. After that, I took a nap–commuting to Ames from Sigel to play ball puts a lot of mileage on a car