Dreams – 11/2

11/2/24 #1: I was driving a bus east. I turned south onto a four-lane road but knew I had to do an immediate buttonhook to go north again (because I needed to go east soon). I turned around before traffic reached me then got into the right-hand turn lane–but now I was just me in the lane, no bus and I was carrying a Molten volleyball. I was running and Lydia I. (VB player) cut me off by turning right from the straight lane (she was running, not driving a car, too) and then knocked the ball out of my hand into the ditch. I worried it would get wet because I needed it for a doctor’s appointment. Lydia had a scoop and grabbed the volleyball and said she was sorry because she didn’t realize I had a doctor’s appointment.

11/2/24 #2: I was in a theater watching something with Julie. It was only a two-seat row. I went to send a text message to a former player (Bella P.) and then suddenly she was standing in the aisle next to me. She had LONG hair and it was much darker red than I remembered. She apologized for not staying in touch and then we hugged and over my shoulder she said to Julie “He should have messaged me.”

11/2/23: Fragment only–I was with Gregory Harrison, the actor from Trapper John, MD in the RV from the TV show…and the theme from the movie The Final Countdown kept playing.

11/2/22: I was walking on a marble surface heading towards marbled stairs leading into a tall church with marble columns. I was following women–but as they walked, the women were aging so that as they reached the entrance, the youngest girl was suddenly in a bridal gown–we were heading to her wedding. Inside the entrance, there were three white giants looking down on people entering the cathedral. They were alive–but looked like something carved at Angkor Wat or Petra. The bride-to-be pointed at them and said “Thank you, Mom, for inviting the Church Deacons.”

11/2/21 #1: Only fragments remain–I was outside carrying a blue backpack and I was with Julie. We were in the past because she looked like she did back when we met. That’s all that remains.

11/2/21 #2: I was in a corridor on a space station. Everything was tilted slightly but that was ‘normal’. It looked like modern Dr. Who shows imagine space stations. I was talking to someone at the other end of the corridor but a door by them kept opening up and sucking air out into the vacuum. The other person didn’t mind and I walked away because I didn’t want to die from decompression. I went through a door into the airlock to where I lived–which was a car parked in the space station parking lot. I opened the door to the lot but had to close it again because someone was opening the garage door to outside–and then they’d close it and open it and close it. I was getting cold in the airlock. Eventually I decided to go to my car while holding my breath. I made it. My car was stuffed with blankets to keep me warm. I saw someone I didn’t know sleeping behind the car’s wheel. I looked behind and realized the garage door was open again because someone was trying to park a 16-wheeler truck in a spot marked ‘compact only’.