Dreams – 10/15

10/15/24 #1: I was in a crowded train car with Mike in Casey so we were near home. I got up but Mike wouldn’t move. I ‘thought’ at him and he finally started moving–then we were on a flatbed car that was at a 90-degree angle from the passenger car in the middle of some woods. 10/15/24 #2: I was trailing a football play where the quarterback had run the ball towards the left-hand sidelines. The QB stepped out of bounds and then immediately threw the football at someone on the sidelines and knocked them over. I stood over the person and knew it was Brad Pitt even though he had a bushy goatee and face scruff.

10/15/23:

I was in a bowling contest where everyone had different sized balls and we were rolling/throwing them down streets and wound up at Harrison St. in Davenport and everyone was having to dodge wait for cars/dodge them crossing Locust St. and wanting to rush because their balls were rolling down Harrison (even though we were going away from the hill down to the Mississippi). Harrison transformed into a 19th century alley with wood staircases, junk, trashcans. Someone else found my ball wedged against a wall. I toed it out and someone said that was a foul and they would get the judge. Then I was in a room with a guy under a sleeping bag on a bed–it was Erik Johnson’s college roommate but I didn’t recognize him. He introduced himself “I’m Ike, not the guy from The New Yorker.” [Erik’s roommate, Chris Bonanos, is editor of New York Magazine.] We then got in his old compact car (dirty/poor repair) and drove around a HS parking lot at a track meet where people were warming up/practicing for events carrying bowling balls.

10/15/22:

I was chased/pushed back into a house fighting against zombies (may have been mummies). We had to get upstairs and it was melee combat. I had a razor taped between my fingers and was slashing at them but I’d cut them and they didn’t bleed. Some would have dust or sand trickle from the slashes and many had diapers underneath their skin. I wound up getting pushed down and was injured. Steve Mahon (a former student/physician) began sewing on my right hip with needle and thread–he wanted to attach a diaper to me on the outside as a precautionary measure. Then there was a whistle and the zombies retreated and the survivors on our side went into a boardroom for a conference.

10/15/21:

I was in a probate courtroom. My stepmother was dead [this is how you know it was a dream because evil never really dies] and I took my step-brother to court for a share of the 2nd company started by my dad. I represented myself though I had a earpiece in my left ear connecting me to Emily S. in a Colorado command center and Ba He with a megaphone in the back of the courtroom for legal advice while my stepbrother resurrected the zombie that represented my stepmother in court 30 years ago. The judge didn’t listen to anything, just kept playing games on his phone.

NOTE: My stepmother IS actually that horrid of a human being in real life…this dream woke me up feeling REALLY angry at 3:15am.