Dreams – 12/1

12/1/24: I was playing ‘living room volleyball’ in my grandparents’ living room (except it was much shorter in length). I was serving. the ball was like a whiffleball and black. I served several aces because Carrie Pike (a former HS player of mine 1998-2001) was wedged into the back cushion of a chair and couldn’t reach my serves while another person wouldn’t play it because she was guarding a floor light from being hit.

12/1/23: I was in a hallway of a museum looking through a massive plate-glass window at a living exhibit from the future. There was a woman that looked like asparagus on a cliff above standing green water in a river or lake. The trees around the water were all dead. She was calling out/yelling but there was no answer because she was the last living person in the world. She dove into the water and swam away from the plexiglass and I wondered if she was sad to be the last or if she realized she was the last living person in the world.

12/1/22: I was hired at “Allen College” to be an Admissions Counselor/Film Director so I walked around campus with a camera held at my ankles because that was where Spielberg would hold it. After work, I walked downtown and found my daughter there. I told her I was parked nearby on Cottonwood and would drive her home. While walking past storefronts, we passed a book store and then a place I KNEW I’d lived before–except on the other side of the door, most of the shop was torn down. I went through the door and it was still in business. I asked the guy there if he had an apartment to rent and he said no–I recognized him as the son of the owner from when I’d lived there before. I asked if he was 30–he said his age was a top-secret. I left and my daughter was sitting with four friends outside on the sidewalk. They all needed rides. We started walking–the street signs were all huge with black letters in all caps on white signs. Somehow time passed and I got lost and we were at a T-intersection at the basement entrance to the local high school. One of my daughter’s friends got mad, threw a fit, and decided to go back to high school. I promised the others I knew where we were and headed the other way.

12/1/21 #1: Seven Toyota Priuses were lined up next to one another in a forest clearing then started moving around…I had not idea why and then suddenly I had a helicopter view and realized they were practicing football plays.

12/1/21 #2: We were in a house in a strange town and we were tracking monsters–turned out to be vampires. One of the people in our group was working for the vampires. The doublecrosser was a little boy named Damon. He called us on his cell phone because he hadn’t doublecrossed us. He had infiltrated the vampire group…and told us the vampires would turn 10 people every day. Then Damon was caught by the vampire leader, actor Clancy Brown. I yelled into the phone that we’d rescue Damon–like Kirk yelling “KAHHHHHNNNN!” Then we drove around town looking for the lair but found it too late in the day–it was an orthodontist office on top of a hill. We went back to where we were staying and rounded up car batteries because the only thing that could stop vampires was if you had power cables and ‘jumped’ them.

12/1/20 #1: My mom rebuilt my room back in Davenport. She took the narrow dormer and widened it and pushed a queen-size bed into it, then took out the walls and replaced them on two of the sides with ceiling-to-floor windows for a 180-degree view west on Lombard and to the north over the old Finkenhoeffer house.

12/1/20 #2: I was teaching at a high school and it turned out the art teacher was Patrick Stewart (the actor) but he had 50 students pounding away on manual typewriters. He said it counted as ‘performance art’…but teachers thought he was having kids write scripts for him to sell. I couldn’t figure out why he had duct tape on several of his fingers and found out he was moonlighting as a computer repairman.