Dreams – 2/25

2/25/25 #1: I’m not sure I had this dream last night–or if part of the dream was me thinking I had the dream previously. I was holding a box about the size of a small game. I opened it and there were two eggs inside. One was cracked and starting to ooze, so I held it over the sink and wondered how long it had been in the box. 2/25/25 #2: I was in a VERY small office as a VB coach. In my office was Carly Deters’ dad. He was setting a ball over a window. I joked “Do you have eligibility left?” and he answered “After today, I do.” Then I got a call that the school wanted to limit the number of students inside Sherman Hall to 250.

2/25/24: I was floating in space waiting to find out my grades when I decided to go to Keokuk. I wanted to put my mom’s ashes inside my grandfather’s coffin, but wanted to make sure they would be safe, so they dug up the grave and I had them pour water in it three feet deep, so I could determine if the casket was still watertight after twenty years. Before they finished, I got sleepy and went to bed on my grandparents’ hide-a-bed which was perpendicular to where it was in real life. Then it was night-time and I woke up in the bed naked and saw Erick on the floor with his back to me watching TV and rubbing medicine into his elbows. So he wouldn’t turn around, I slowly and quietly tried to grab a blanket to pull over me but I looked down and my ‘gentleman’s sausage’ had turned into a sandworm from Dune.

2/25/22 #1:

It was a rainy night and i was driving with my mom east on Lombard St except it was eight lanes and a one-way. She had needed food at the store, so I drove. Near St. Ambrose, she told me she was mad at my step-father ‘for the usual reasons’ and said she wanted to meet friends at a neighborhood bar instead, so we pulled into a K-Mart parking lot where there was an outdoor restaurant with tent walls but no roofs. We went to a table and she introduced me to everyone but I recognized one in a heavy football overcoat. Her name was Ashley Olsen and she was a volleyball coach.

2/25/22 #2:

[only fragments remain] I was sitting in a bar in Calumet City. I was waiting to meet someone–and it went wrong and everyone panicked (but I don’t remember the cause).

2/25/21:

I had a dream I rented out my mom’s upstairs to someone for $500/month and for another $200 they could use the other two floors. I used the money to go to the Origins game show with Dave P. and Pat Connolly. It was in a building with a lot of corridors but the vendors were in weird rooms. One vendor had spray painted model planes and battleships blue–I recognized a British Grant tank for some reason. The gaming was being done screened away from everyone’s sight. We heard people picking a game to play–I recognized Guns of August, but then there was a weird World War 3 variant of Diplomacy…and a “Winter 1945” Russian Front game that used toothpicks for pieces.

Pat introduced us to a friend of his (all I know is he was tall and blonde) and then we decided to go play Call of Cthulhu “back home” rather than stay someplace lame like this Origins.

2/25/16:

I was in the back of a pickup truck with a bunch of other guys. We were all going on the bicycle “Ride to Bahrain”. No one else knew that North America didn’t connect to the Mideast. So they dropped me off to get some stuff at home–it was my mom’s house in Davenport. The basement was dark and there was a window open and someone had put in steam heat so it was really hot.I kept turning on lights, but they wouldn’t stay on. Finally I got the creeps and went back upstairs and when I did, everything electronic in the basement started flashing ‘666’. So I left and decided that going to Bahrain was a good idea.