Dreams – 11/12

11/12/24: I was sitting at a table with Julie at some sort of celebration. Everything around us was white/didn’t exist in the dream. Sitting on the table was a woman in a ‘little black dress’. The woman was Julie’s replacement as department chair. She was cute. She stood up and started walking up and down the length of the table (which grew long enough for her to do this). She then came over to me and stuck her butt in my face–at which point the dream changed from first person to third person and showed I was sitting at the end of the table with Julie next to me and that she was not amused at what her colleague was doing.

11/12/22: I was in my basement office and it was crowded with people because there was no doorway out. Everyone there was selling collectibles. I was upset because no one paid me rent. I learned that businesses could only be open at night because of rules by ‘the boss’. This gangster now entered the room thru a secret door in his jewelry display. It was Scott Robertson (someone who went to the HS I attended). No one would cross him because he charged 100x the Euros they did for their products. I wouldn’t back down and challenged him to a game of poker to get people out of my office. That was when I noticed there was a drain in the middle of the floor and my daughter had spilled a gallon of ice cream around the hole and it had stained the carpet and I got upset at that and refused to play poker.

11/12/21: I was in a hockey arena in Florida. I was on the Blackhawks and we were winning 5-0 when they took the net off the rink so we couldn’t score any more. Instead, we had to pass the puck around and keep it away from the Miami team. Miami had one player who just stood in place either mumbling, praying, or the dream told me he was autistic–he also had a long white beard (like the ones from 1970s Chinese martial arts movies). We only lost the puck once but it missed going into our goal–it hit a bookshelf built into the wall next to it.