Dreams – 11/23

11/23/24: I was watching (directing?) a movie. In the upper corner, old-age Gandhi was in a white robe with a backing band of a drummer and guitarist. Below him, a Gandhi in his 40s was in a gray suit with black tie walking through a crowded room of women while holding on to a helium balloon. Gandhi kept tugging at the balloon which jerked up and down. Soon all the women were trying to grab Gandhi and thousands of balloons fell out of the sky. I thought it was weird that a non-Hindu actor playing Gandhi was acting more Hindu than all the surrounding Hindus who were acting like a mob.

11/23/23: I was at a baseball game–in a parking lot filled with cars. The lineups had been turned in but the one for the Brewers’ manager “Jamey Counsell” had been forged. I was shown the sheet and it was illegible but supposed to have other names on the lineup card. I found Counsell–who was really short and muscular and wearing a pale blue shirt two sizes too tight. He argued he didn’t do it/couldn’t be punished. He showed me the “daily manager folder” and it had everything it was supposed to in there–a welcome letter, a map of the field, a schedule of events, and papers for signing free agents. His assistant said “Just like they give you at Origins, Jim.” Counsell then walked away and I realized his name was a lot like Jamie Carroll’s.

11/23/22: I was at a wedding in a grand ballroom with massive glass windows and ceiling–but I also knew the wedding wasn’t supposed to happen because it was loud and really bright. Someone came to the door and said it was drawing attention from kids outside who were preparing to storm the building. I went to look and saw we were on top of a hill and that there were a lot of kids wanting to come in to play basketball who were laying around. Then I found myself outside the building, past the kids, and I realized the ballroom building was like a giant nightlight and that it wasn’t just kids wanting in but zombies as well and I decided to find a place to hide to watch what happened next.

11/23/21 #1: I was on a pitcher’s mound on a Little League field except I was a major league pitcher. David Ross, the manager, came out and said he was going to switch me with the center fielder and have the CF pitch. This short chunky kid with frizzy red hair shook his head and said “No way, Jose” and then everyone walked off the field leaving me on the mound alone.

11/23/21 #2: I was looking at a newspaper and saw Linda G. mentioned as the new volleyball coach at “3 Rivers College” and it had her new phone number–with a 513 area code. [I knew this looking at it but there weren’t words on the newspaper in the dream just a bunch of squiggles/things that looked like machine code] She was going to hold tryouts in the building where I was at. I went to the bathroom, washed my hands at an automatic faucet that shot out too far and left a mess on the floor and thought I’d get blamed for peeing on the floor…and then realized I’d gone into the women’s bathroom. I snuck out the back door to it as women went in and then I headed into a stairwell going upstairs to go outside where it was sunny and greet when I saw two women walking in Jedi robes towards the gym and I knew Linda had just arrived.