Dreams – 12/6

12/6/24: One of my children told me I needed to take him somewhere because Julie had already left with our other kids (we had a dozen!). I followed him to the front door of my mom’s house and I heard Julie outside saying “This would’ve gone better if everyone was here” and I realized she planned to assassinate me and that most of my children were in on it. I told the one I saw inside I needed a minute and I went looking for the rifle over the stairs to the basement to defend myself. The rifle wasn’t there, so I wondered if I should make a run for it across the alley or if I should slam the door, make it look like I ran, then hide in the basement to ambush them later with guerilla warfare.

12/6/23: I was at a park sitting at a picnic table under a shelter playing a Star Trek game with Baron, Dave, Eric C., and Julie’s dad. I was a Gorn ship (my counter looked like one from the old Battleline game ‘Alpha Omega’). Baron was an Orion pirate, Eric was a Klingon. Julie’s dad was just a ship Dave brought an oversized miniature that was two feet long. It was a giant Federation “star shuttle” and its control sheet gave him a special power to “You can BenSisko(TM) anything.” In the game, you spent ship energy as you go and moved by impusles. Eric fired at Julie’s dad and Julie told him to watch out because he’d take damage and Julie’s dad pointed at the six shield tokens he had and “he’s only rolling a d6”. I threw a yellow die to Eric but it bounced off the table and out into the parking lot. Yellow dice were for torpedoes, red were for phasers. Baron was trying to creep up next to my ship to get a broadside while I wanted to get next to Dave’s miniature because the Gorn plasma beam automatically destroyed its target if adjacent.

12/6/21: James May was presenting a TV show about voting and there were all sorts of complaints about ‘having’ to vote rather than voting as a privilege. He went out at night and there were people protesting having to vote. We stopped at a convenient store and one of our group bought a large trash-bag filled with Orange Crush. He kept swinging it around and getting everyone wet with it. We went back to a nearby apartment building and I wanted to shower. May said we needed to back to Wembley at which point Jeremy Carlson started swearing that we all really lived over by Wimbledon and he was quitting to go home.