Dreams – 1/7

1/7/25: I was with my grandfather (Haas) and he was backing up a semi-truck while I sat on the front hood. Then I was in a room with people stressed/panicked when another man stepped into the doorway holding a piece of glowing light green paper and read it. He said “If we are able to get the motorhome running, we’re leaving” and it was clear someone had left and that others were trying to get away as well.

1/7/24: I was standing on top of a giant shipping container made of concrete along with several other people. The container was in an amphitheater where the bleachers were set up like rolling waves so not everyone faced the center or could see the center. The arena was completely full of people. It was in the middle of a complex of softball diamonds and it was during some sort of tournament, so I had to wait to start volleyball until they were all gone. They were giving awards for “Best 7yr Olds” and kids were being crowdsurfed to the center to stand on the container. I started throwing medals randomly into the crowd and told the guy next to me “Youth sports are out of control but no one sees that.”

1/7/2023: I was in a casino in a basement of a bank. We were taking a tour and I thought the casino was susceptible to zombie attack since the only exit was an elevator. We started touring the bank and I knew zombies were now attacking the building as we reached the top floor and that we were trapped. We had big display monitors of the zombies and they were keeping score of how many zombies there were.

Then I was in the entrance of a 19th-century courthouse and my job was to make it to the top floor because that would stop the zombies. I knew the survivors were taking turns hitting zombies with shovels so they couldn’t come through the only door. There was a wide set of stairs heading up and next to it was a white metal panel. I opened it and there was a crank (like for phones circa 1910), some wires and fuses. I couldn’t tell if it was a phone or the fusebox. Then I heard voices and realized Abraham Lincoln demanded I receive divine assistance for my mission. This didn’t surprise me–it just meant I was in an Illinois courthouse.

1/7/2009: No details remembered, just that the dream tonight involved zombies.