Dreams – 12/2

12/2/24: I was in my grandparents’ house on the top floor–but it was designed like an Escher drawing. I needed to go to the bathroom, so I had to hop onto a single stair glowing yellow and from there leap onto a separate staircase. I jumped but instead of reaching the yellow stair, I was suddenly bowling with Dallas Schumacher–and we were using a bowling gunsight…the gunsight wasn’t working right because he kept getting 7-10 splits. I asked about his girlfriend and he said that he wasn’t with Ellen (Helen?) anymore because he’d hooked two beds together, she came in and “lactized (baptized?) herself.” Then I was driving and talking to my girlfriend about how I could finally get to her house in Oelwein–that “you need to go past the tire store to where the road is hard-packed and smoky.” I knew I wouldn’t find it because I only knew where the Dollar General was.

12/2/23: The dream switched between 1st/3rd person throughout. I was in a Harry Potter-esque mansion with dozens of kids and our parents. We were all in line sneaking to leave to go somewhere when the immigration/emigration police showed up and everyone started running around me. Most went to my right to leave the country while I went left to hide inside a grandfather clock. I hid until I heard nothing, climbed out and ran into the kid-version of Horatio Sanz who hid as well. We tiptoed and around a corner found our dog–George Patton’s white dog. There was a knock at the door and we raced to hide in the up-up-upstairs. Sanz went into a closet and I went into a bathroom which was a blank room. There was a woman’s voice that we knew and Sanz went to it and she had brought more police in case people were hiding and then I was alone in this gigantic house.

12/2/22: I was in a one-story school with a bunch of other people. We were trapped inside. If someone got out, they would win $5,000, but if you got near the exit, you had to fight off psychosis to escape. Everyone kept searching until Mark J. (a HS baseball coach/VB ref) decided to go through a door. I followed him along with one other person, then I decided to run because somehow Mark had a gun. I was right and he shot the other person, yelling “There can be only one.” I ran past two middle-aged women in a hall and jumped into a locker room, going past two people playing chess and then I was at the northeast door of my HS gym with three other people wondering if Mark J. would look for us in the gym or not. I told them they were safer in the locker room and that if I escaped alone, they would double my winnings to $6,000. [I’m aware of my dream’s bad math.]

12/2/21: I was in a gray hallway waiting to conduct an interview watching TV. It was black and white. The person on it transformed from male to female and I realized I’d forgotten who I was interviewing. I left and down a country road came to West Point (the USMA). I stopped and walked up to a mansion which was a dorm called “Patton Hall”. They let me in because I said my uncle lived at “Pershing Hall”. There was a party going on with family members and everything but whenever I entered a room, everyone left for another room. I went upstairs and saw a bunch of people outside around a Christmas tree made of game boxes. I tried to help an old lady onto the porch but there was a three-foot “challenge” gap between the house and the porch she couldn’t jump and she didn’t want to go down the slide made of wood. I left her there and crossed the gap. After that people would talk to me.