Dreams – 3/17

3/17/25 #1: I was in a gym but couldn’t get the hoops out of the way. Kathy Leonard (central IL VB Ref) said she would do it, but when she turned a switch, the hoop mechanism went crazy and started moving around like a carnival ride. Ashley Lustig (kid I taught/coached 25 years ago) was trapped underneath it and was scared to move because it would eat her. Kathy just kept urning the switch. I walked out to the gym’s balcony where there was a countertop and started talking to two boys basketball players and they said the hoops did that sometimes but the coaches preferred to just do strength training when it happened. 3/17/25 #2: I was in St. John Arena waiting for something. There was a lowered level/stairway up to the arena floor. It was dim in the gym when a League One VB team came up to the gym and they had a coach with them in a heavy parka. He had a huge biker-beard and I recognized him as Greg Smith (former OSU assistant).

3/17/24 #1: My hands were really cold and I was in an apartment with Julie. She was in bed under the covers even though other people were in the apartment. She told me I could climb in bed “and get as hot as you want”–but she was colder than I was even though she said she wasn’t. She got out of bed and I created an actual cocoon from the blankets while she did stuff in the kitchen which was just a sink built into a brick wall. 3/17/24 #2: I was in my financial advisor’s house. It was all white. He was in his kitchen and he made two grilled pork chops he was eating from an iron skillet. I was on the other side of the counter from him and I saw that the “DNP” stock had dropped to $0.00. He shrugged and said “Those are the breaks” through a mouthful of food. 3/17/24 #3: I was in a football game being played on a HUGE farm field–though the field did have yard lines in the middle of it. The other team was getting ready to squib kick and I didn’t know how close I could get, so I asked the ref and he picked me up and set me down in a specific spot and said “You go right here.” All the players were spread out so that no one was within 20 yards of me. They kicked it past me to a skinny guy with black glasses–I knew his name was Rosenburg. I got ready to block so Rosenburg could run with the ball when Rosenburg ran right at me, threw the ball backwards over his head and yelled “HANDOFF!” I ran for the ball but it wound up in a ‘cul de sac’ portion of the field surrounded by woods and a brook. When I picked it up, the ball was distorted–it was at least a couple feet long and it drooped. I wasn’t sure what to do so I said “Touchback” and handed it to the referee. I also then noticed there was a second football game being played in the cul de sac area–they were playing with a jet black football and only had two players on each team.

3/17/23: I was with a group in a sunny or well-lit room. There was a red-headed woman laying on her belly on a Cleopatra chaise, her hands by her side, looking like she was trying to be a torpedo. The Prince and Princess of England came up to her and tapped her on the head and told her she was now a “Lady of the Crown”. Everyone clapped and cheered. Then from the far side of the room, another woman called out “And what about me? Can’t you see, we’d be three?” There was silence and then the Princess asked her name. The woman answer “Sascha.” The princess then whipped her arm out, pointing to a small couch and said, “Sascha to the couch.” There was a guy on the couch who got really mad that he had to vacate it while everyone cheered for the woman. I went over to the guy and told him “Sometimes you’re better off keeping your distance from crazy.”

[Two other dreams forgotten/lost due to dealing with a restless dog overnight.]

3/17/22 #1: I was caught in a meeting. When it was over, I was talking with someone else when I was told I missed my appointment with Mr. Waldman who was not in his office now but in the Marine Corps and I needed to hurry to see him before the end of the day. I found myself leaving a restaurant with a group of female HS students and that I still hadn’t seen Mr. Waldman, so I raced across a street with a ton of lanes, dodging puddles as I went to make the meeting.

3/17/22 #2: I stopped my Mustang and got out at a rest stop and found I was carrying my alum Anna B. who got out as well because her husband was also there. Anna bent to pick up her baby and I volunteer to grab him instead and when I did, his butt exploded into his diaper and the baby gave out an evil henchman “Heh heh heh”. I made sure not to have the baby leak onto the car, handed him to Anna and said “He’s all yours.” [The weird thing was I don’t normally have the sense of smell in my dreams but I did for that diaper.]

3/17/21: I walked into a house and saw someone laying on the floor in a doorway. I heard a voice say “If you move your jaws, I’ll kill you.” The guy on the floor’s head moved and then there was a gunshot, so I backed out of the house…and found myself at a big party like from The Great Gatsby or the Gilded Age. On the big marble porch in front of the main doors, I saw Daniel Craig/James Bond in a tuxedo drinking wine with guests. I went inside the doors and was in a living room/kitchen. A woman there was preparing for the evening and told her staff to get their guns and put on the Mardi Gras masks so no one would know who was doing the shooting. She said they had hydrogel on the insides so the gunmen would feel beautiful afterwards. I backed out of there, too, and decided I needed to move out of Illinois.