Dreams – 10/2

10/2/25: I was at a conference of some sort and there was a woman with black hair that I had a crush on. I was in her room with her trying to ‘get someplace’ when it was decided to hang out with a group of people elsewhere. It skipped to us coming back and her getting her leg caught in the railing of the stairwell at my grade school. I helped free her ankle and realized it was REALLY skinny. I went to follow her upstairs, but a waitress asked if I was going to pay for dinner. I told the waitress we had not eaten yet but we would take the table behind her in a moment. When I turned around, the ‘crush’ was gone and I got sad. I had isolated myself from everybody else even though she had no interest in me.

10/2/24: There was a 2-liter bottle on the ground and I peed into it until it was one-third full, then I poured RC Cola into the rest. When it was full, I realized I knew the formula for creating Pepsi. I went to tell my A.D. (Rick) and he told me I was using too many two-syllable words.

10/2/22 #1: I was driving a Challenger, but the steering wheel was huge so I had to look within the wheel’s ring to see where I was going–and I had both hands above my head holding the top of the wheel. I got to an interstate exit ramp but the G-force was too high so I got out and pulled the car around the turn with a rope. The driver behind me said “I didn’t think your car would fit.”

10/2/22 #2: I was in an unfinished basement with Deb A. and Marti M. who went to the same high school I did. We were there because we were supposed to read feedback letters from others from that school and we were waiting on Baron H. to show up. They said they had not seen him in years and I said I had not seen him for three. Then we all realized that Baron had used a burn barrel as the submissions container and burned all the letters so we had nothing to read anyways.

10/2/21: I was with ‘my mom and stepdad’–though it wasn’t my real mom and I don’t think it was Pete either–and we’d climbed in a Bronco along with my sister. My stepdad asked mom to get out and then started loudly swearing at me and my sister telling us we treated our mom poorly, repeating f-ing ingrates, and threatening to beat us within an inch of our lives. My sister shrank away (literally in the dream because she got smaller and smaller). I told him we’d settle it outside and then we were at a campground in the backyard of my (actual) Mom’s house in Davenport with a lot of other people around. My stepdad put on brass knuckles. I just crossed my arms and told him to hit me. He stood there–so I got closer and closer and then he started backing up until he was cornered against the house by a table with Matt and Katy [people who I grew up with in Davenport] and told him that lying was a bad thing. Katy then said it didn’t matter because it wasn’t really my mom anyways. [I woke up angry though from the dream’s emotions…weird]