Dreams – 12/25

12/25/24 #1: I was in a Lovecraft-esque house that had no furniture with a group people. We were looking for some sort of bad guy. We got to a big open room and another guy placed a roomba on a table with a sticky-note on it that started flapping quickly. Another person went into a closet and came out with six black tumblers with water–I knew the bad guy was collecting heavy water. We suddenly teleported to a different world–we were in the same place but everything had been ruined by nuclear war. Shaggy went to a black Ford Fiesta on the street which had been his and saw its motor was in the window. He grabbed a stack of junk and everyone began walking down the sidewalk. Shaggy kept looking behind him which got me to look. We both heard the Roomba flapping and I knew an invisible monster was behind us but we couldn’t see anything and we needed to focus on not running into branches hanging over the sidewalk. 12/25/24 #2: I was walking Chico (daughter’s dog) with his leash wrapped around my waist. We were in an outdoor strip mall that was built like campustown in Champaign. Chico raced up to a desk in a bank but Chico shrank and couldn’t get his head to the desk’s height. We kept walking and went into a gift/book store when a guy jumped in front of me. Chico kept on walking and I saw the guy had a dog on the other side of a spinning book/postcard display. I then kept walking and said “Thank you for that. My dog is very reactive.”

12/25/23: I was behind a desk and a woman was leaving–I told her I was going to enjoy playing a trick. The next person walked in and he was a sergeant in the British Army. He was in a light khaki uniform, was blonde, and was taller than me. I then noticed I was in an American army uniform. I couldn’t identify the rank on my shoulder but I knew it meant ‘major’. I forced the sergeant to stand at attention and then I became a mini-drone camera and started circling him, making comments as I went–hair needed to be cut, hair touched his ears, a piece of thread on his sleeve. He said everything was regulation length and I said “Not for an officer” and then I promoted him to be an officer in the US Army.

[One dream lost to a migraine]

12/25/22: I took a test in my HS English class (with my least favorite teacher from HS). It was on a book we had not been assigned. She said, “If you’re so smart, you’ll be fine anyways.” I couldn’t read anything on it so I just crossed stuff out and put my name at the top. I left the room and went into a hallway. While walking, the hallway sloped upwards until it was near-vertical but I wasn’t falling because I could dig my shoes into the Persian run on the ‘floor’. Near the top, the hall turned, so I propped my leg on the side so I could change direction, but the new direction was like a tunnel and I could barely squeeze into it. It returned to normal size and someone explained it was small to keep teachers out “But you’re almost a teacher, Dietz.”

I blinked and I was climbing the hallway again but at the top this time, I couldn’t fit my head through the side hallway and I knew I was going to fall. Then a hand reached out from over the top of the hall I was walking/climbing and pulled me up. It was the Resistance–a group of student-teachers who intended to party anyways.

12/25/21 #1: I was in a Domino’s delivery passenger seat with a female Asian Domino’s driver. She authorized me not to pay for my ravioli since it was cold. I gave her my credit card and then she got a message on her CB that there was a parade in progress across the street at Lincoln Land (we were in a mall parking lot). I tried to check my email with the icon flashing on her glove box but it wouldn’t let me. I was sitting with my pizza box on my lap when she drove over to the parade, then backed up and dropped me off, thanking me for my purchase, but that I wasn’t authorized to be with her when she made arrests or drew her gun. Apparently, Domino’s also handled law enforcement in Springfield.

12/25/21 #2: I was on a skim boat like in the Louisiana bayou with Chuck M. He was piloting it recklessly and I fell off. I found him a mile up with the boat destroyed and he was “buried” in a pile of shrubbery. We knew I needed to make it back to get help, so I followed the hiking path (because there was no water anywhere…) back to the high school I attended where I explained he’d been ambushed by VC and we needed to get him medical assistance ASAP.