Dreams – 11/1

11/1/24: I was in a gym that was all-white. I went to a court and I was coaching Lincoln Land and was handed a ‘program note’ about the size of two business cards. I couldn’t read it (it was garbage like ‘aB6tU4p’), but I knew it said we were undefeated against the team and gave our results against them from national tournaments. Then I was coaching LLCC on the next court over and received a similar note about that opponent and as soon as I read it, it was happening again on a third court. (This may have happened more than three times in the dream)

11/1/23 #1: I was in a ravine in woods and there were guards all around wearing yellow safety jackets. I was hiding because I was on a secret mission and other people were sneaking up on guards to disable them. It turns out the guards were only prison guards and there was a prison break going on; they weren’t soldiers or part of my secret mission.

11/1/23 #2: I was being interviewed but was also third-person watching the interview. The interviewee was an Austrian sniper being asked if he would fight reliably if deployed to the mountains of Afghanistan (It was WW1/1917). I/the guy responded “Yes”. The interviewing officer then talked about other snipers sent to Afghanistan and that they’d failed and that meant their families had been executed. The interviewee (definitely 3rd person at that point) grabbed a cigarette, put shiny leather boots up on the table and said “Not a problem because I have no family.”

11/1/23 #3: I woke up in the passenger seat of a sky-blue van. Julie was driving and we had forklifts attached to the front carrying a giant container of stuff belonging to John Marsaglia’s granddaughter. I yelled “Look out” because Julie was taking a narrow corner too fast and she slammed on the brakes as we came into a really small town and she stopped just in time to lower the forklift and set the crate down on the porch of a tiny house–that I knew took up only one square on a piece of graph paper, so it HAD to be 10×10′. I got out and went in the house–which was bigger on the inside. It belonged to Erik Johnson and to ‘help’ with the delivery, I started cleaning inside–moving pairs of slippers to the bathroom, wondering why Julie’s orange fuzzy slippers were in Erik’s living room.

11/1/22 #1: I was on board a PBY Catalina, looking down out of the bottom of the plane. Below us, I saw that Guadalcanal did not have anyone there–not yet occupied by the Japanese, so I grabbed a cardboard 5-4 counter and dropped it onto the island. Because the 5-4 was Marines, the island was now under American control.

11/1/22 #2: I was in the central campus of a college in Rock Island. I was there because it was the last game ever Rock Island was going to play in football and I wanted to say hi to Hannah Ohlsen’s grandfather and her boyfriend [her husband now in real life]. I was at an old train station entrance with a big crowd but I didn’t see either guy so I asked someone and they said both were killed in the fourth quarter of the last game. I decided to leave and went up the stairs of Beardshear Hall, through the doors, but there was a forest of cameras on tripods that I had to weave through. I got thru successfully and went into the closest room and found the visiting football team getting into their pads and helmets.

11/1/21: I was on an overpass and it was sunny outside. It was cold because of a wind. I was trying to teach math to kids–not yet teenagers. It was frustrating because I could only explain things using Roman numerals and they did not understand. One boy was throwing a tantrum because he wrote iiiiii,000 for 6,000 rather than VI M. Another asked how you carried numbers and used “FOIL” and I just stared at him until he sat down. Then I watched cars on the road.