Dreams – 12/28

12/28/24: It was dark and I was in a grassy field. I was with a group of friends from college and we were playing Paintball, except Sid decided he wanted to actually kill everyone and brought real-life versions of video game guns and started shooting people. Brian Olsen stuck a finger in one, had it shot off, screamed, and then got curb-stomped. Sid then went after Paul E. who fell. Paul stuck his arm down the barrel of a giant musket/laser. It fired something blue and took off his arm and then Sid stuck the barrel on Paul’s chest and fired again. I ran away and heard Sid think “Come back, Jim. This is a great game.”

12/28/23: I was with Julie, Mike, and Pete (my stepfather). We were at my mom’s house and we cleared it of an intruder/sniper, then we made the decision to play “TAG”–the old ‘The Assassination Game’ inside the house. I blinked and it was night-time and I’d found a great hiding place inside the floor (?) of the dining room on the SW side near the TV room. I knew Pete was in the bathroom and was waiting for him to appear to shoot him when Mike came out of what was Pete’s office wearing black spandex and a white ‘wifebeater’. He tiptoed into the bathroom at which point I fired my weapon and shot him. The lights came on and I got out of the floor and to the bathroom and actually just tagged Julie then Pete who wasn’t in the bathroom and was just standing there. Mike staggered from the bathroom. Julie thought he was joking when he collapsed into my arms. I was yelling “Call 911! We need a hospital!” Julie then thought at me “It isn’t that bad” because there was no blood in the back but she couldn’t see his chest. I knew I shot him through the heart and I started crying and mumbling “Oh, F—” over and over.

[Frankly, I could have stood to not remember this dream.]

12/28/22: I was ‘facetiming’ with a girl wearing a green dress and I wondered if she was digitally altering the outfit, so I left my body to go to where she was on a park bench on a hill overlooking the Mississippi and saw that she was much wider in person. I went back to my body and I was in a restaurant eating with a group of coaches. A coach in a LLCC jacket next to me thought I’d be great to work for and wondered what I looked for in employees. I told her “teamwork like Brook McKinney” and pointed to an old woman at the end of our long table. Then we were outside and the coach said I handled the restaurant ‘crisis’ smoothly, so that I ought to be a professional restaurant manager.

12/28/21: I was talking with the LLCC VB coach “Katie Beerman” about how the season was going and she said she’d moved practice to 4-6am because that’s what she did in college and they needed to be tough. She told me this while walking downstairs to her office which she’d moved to the basement because it was dark and dark meant tough.

[this MAY have been a separate dream]

I was in the VB office but the desk face towards the door instead of perpendicular and it was in its normal place. I was trying to check email but the system wouldn’t let me in and asked me to identify VB players and the coach from various baby pictures. I left the office and it was midnight and there were men’s basketball players there. They said they were studying and I told them they weren’t supposed to be there. I went to see if the AD was in the office and came back and one was playing solitaire on top of a copy machine, one was shooting free throws, and two others were laying in beds they’d brought into the lobby because studying was hard.

12/28/20: I was in the basement of my mom’s house waiting in the on-deck circle for my turn at bat. Rick Sutcliffe comes up in green shirt with a red #5 and tells me to go back to the sofa because he’s batting instead. I tell him no and he pointed to Albert Almora sitting at the bar and said, “Then you need to go argue with him.” I was trying to figure out how to reach Almora because of the game going on when I woke up.

12/28/17: Iowa State was playing Kansas, but ISU was in black uniforms and Fred Hoiberg was the player-coach. Kansas was wearing Celtic green–Bill Self kept yelling over the sound system, “It’s cuz we’ve got the money, baby!” Hoiberg kept shooting 3s from the wing, leaving his hand up like Jordan after his final shot as a bull.

12/28/10: Ewan McGregor and Liam Neeson were unemployed jedis claiming to be Recording Piracy Police. They showed up and demanded my sister turn over her bootleg music. She said it was all legal, then showed them the albums. Then they charged her fines for the music not being alphabetized AND for having every Phil Collins album ever produced.