Dreams – 3/30

3/30/24 #1: I was golfing with Steve H. and Paul E. We played a hole that looked like we were heading up a ski slope. The hole was over the crest of the hill. When we hit our balls, Paul drove his Cadillac to a shed/covered area for the next hole. Steve hit a ball that had so much spin it hovered in the air to our left. Paul hit next because I couldn’t find my golfball. I picked one up that was gold, but it was dented/misshapen and Paul said “You can’t use that. It’s a training ball.” While I waited for his turn to end, I practiced baseball swings with my club and swung fast enough it made sounds like a lightsaber. In the dream, Paul and Steve golfed left handed–and I was hitting right-handed…reverse of real life.

3/30/24 #2: Julie was sitting at a table with her back to a wall with a window behind her. The room was bluish-whitish and there was a copy of ‘Submarine’ set up on the table except there were no subs. We couldn’t figure out where those pieces were when Julie asked “Maybe finding them is part of the game?”

3/30/24 #3: I was sitting in a library on the same side of a table that stretched out of view as Michelle (WashU OT) and Danielle (VB player 20 years ago). I said to Michelle, “You’re the only non-volleyball player here.” She said, “You can’t be sure of that.” I knew she was right, so I kept staring at a big wall-calendar that was sitting on the table in front of me. There was lots of writing on it, lots of appointments, but I couldn’t make sense of any of it.

3/30/23: I was in a crowd watching a basketball game. One team was in blue, the other was in gold and yellow. The yellow team was coached by the old St.A coach, Chris Kuznerick and his two sons were sitting baseline. The ball went out of bounds there and a giant scrum started and punches were thrown, including a couple by the two boys (who were like 9-10 year-olds). A crowd formed of green/yellow supporters and I was suddenly in the middle of it trying to keep those fans away from the blue team. The fans were rude and I said “You’re St. Anthony fans disguised like the Packers.” They started shoving me and I said “This isn’t how Christian schools should behave” and then those fans left with Kuznerick who said his kids would never hit anyone. I was left with one green/yellow fan and suddenly we were in my grandparents’ living room in Keokuk. The fan was in a white shirt and cowboy hat and had a big loopy, droopy bow tie made from an American flag. We agreed the behavior deserved punishment and that forgiveness and love should always be kept in mind. He put his hat over his chest and said, “We can always find something to agree on even if you are a Cubs fan.”

3/30/23 NAP: I was in the passenger seat of a police car and I couldn’t get the radio frequency working to listen to the Cubs game and have access to the stats. The driver pointed to a dark green minivan and said they’ll be able to help. I slid the door–which went from the front grill back and it was the Lincoln Land A.D. in the passenger seat with his wife next to him. I asked if he knew any codes and he said “Blue Sky Bonnet Number Three” and turned his back to me while the door shut automatically. I went back to the police car but the radio had been stolen from it.

[today is MLB’s Opening Day for dream context]

3/30/22 #1: I was playing a boardgame with my wife (who didn’t look like Julie in the dream…) when a package was delivered. It had the ‘new’ APBA game. Instead of normal-sized cards, everything was printed really small on business-card sized paper and the game boards were 5×8. I ignored my wife and kept studying the card of Pete Alexander. He was on a team called ‘The Greatest Hits’.

3/30/22 #2: There was a crime in my apartment building/suite where my business was (not sure which). I needed to get into my safe to fix everything but the criminal–who I knew was named Lance–had removed the handle from my safe just seconds before with a thermal lance. I grabbed a spare silver handle and stuck it against the hot metal so it would melt onto the safe and I could open it. Liquid metal dripped onto my hand and this hurt so I put it under faucet water but it was so hot it solidified the water though it did clear off my hand. Afterwards my fingers where the metal had been were blue-tinged and really skinny and there was now a dark blue tattoo of an arrow on my palm pointing at the three fingers.

3/30/21 #1: [This one comes from seeing a FB post by Brian Swenty of people playing volleyball next to an Icelandic lava flow. I’m sure of it.]

I was trying to find Brian Swenty with no luck , so I called him and he said he wasn’t home. He was in Iceland. I said I’d just drive there even though he told me Iceland didn’t connect to Germany. I didn’t believe him so I got out a computer to check. Instead, I zoomed in on Iceland and did a street view. I found where he was staying and that they’d built prop mountains (built like the fake city in Blazing Saddles) in between houses to make Iceland seem more rugged/natural. Google didn’t say anything about not being able to drive to Iceland.

3/30/21 #2: I was laying in the LLCC athletic offices’ hallway. The carpet was blue. I was watching basketball lift weights under a crack in the door. This was because there was no gym. Everyone had to do their practicing in a coach’s office. My office was used for softball. Soccer was for weights. Basketball teams practiced in the basketball offices…it was all because the school didn’t want to use the big open space/building as a gym. That was reserved for eventually building a 1,000 person locker room. I walked down the hall and talked with two baseball pitchers wearing batting helmets–because the coach said practice was about how to get hit in the head–and we discussed all the ways batters could reach base without the bat hitting the ball.