Dreams – 4/11

4/11/25: I was in a basement but it wasn’t a basement–it was a gym where I was a coach but I was there overnight and realized I’d been there overnight for quite a while and I panicked, wondering if my team forgot I was there…I kept carrying a spiral notebook with me and I was wearing a fluffy robe over boxers. Then I was walking at night towards a church, went back to the basement but turned around and returned to the church. I snuck in and saw people in the chapel setting up tables and I realized it was prom. I went to leave and as I was sneaking out, a guy who looked like Ron Swanson (TV character) called my name. I saw it was Matt Poss. I debated ignoring him and walking out but didn’t. He came up and said “I really though you would have kept walking, dude.”

4/11/24 #1: I was in our driveway with our garage door open when a parade went by. Julie didn’t want to join it but I did so I started marching in it. I carried a street sign on a pole. The parade was a town protest to host a “National Orgy Day” and my street sign showed how many orgies I wanted per year: “1d6” but there was a blue Trump flag at the front and I wondered about my decision and someone behind me started singing “Too late, too late for love” from Def Leppard. 4/11/24 #2: I was on the second story of a building with Dave P., Brian O., and one other friend after we completed a big bank heist. Police were on the first floor but they didn’t know we were the criminals. Dave kept peeking in the hall holding his hands together like a gun and a bearded cop kept hiding behind a door when Dave did that. I was barefoot when the other friend set off smoke and tear gas and I walked downstairs carefully, outside, and then to a restaurant to eat dinner with Julie and Brigitte–the cops left us alone because we were barefoot and all robbers had shoes. After dinner, I left J+B and walked to Burger King to call Dave but when I got there, I had Brigitte’s broken old cell phone and two others inside my bag of clothes. Then the dream switched and I was in a van with my family. We’d sold our house and police still couldn’t pin anything on us four criminals. Our van got bumped by another car–it was a drug cartel wanting my billion dollars and their guy drugged us with ‘dopthalomine’ but we said nothing–then I heard on the radio that we’d been found and I knew other cartels were coming–and the one guy ran away, too. We just had to get out of El Paso to be safe.

4/11/23 #1: I was in a war and retreating, so I ran into a house with my weapon. I went from the first room into the second and then shut the door. Behind the door, standing in a bath tub was a naked Eric C.–but he was like a Ken-doll…no genitalia, etc. I knew he was on the other side, so I raised my weapon which was shaped like a giant three-foot long hypodermic syringe, put it on my shoulder, and fired. It shot a laser hit Eric C. just under the left shoulder but it did no damage. He climbed out of the tub and walked towards me and I said, “Your beard really does make you look like Commander Ryker.”

4/11/23 #2: I was in the passenger seat of a Dodge Challenger. Chris Pratt (the actor) was driving. We were on an asphalt road when he stopped. Ahead there was an explosion from the left side of the road, then another. He crept forward with the car. The nearest explosion was a woman who’d just set trash on fire. Further up, the same thing, except it was a guy. The woman waved for us to go back, but Pratt drove forward. The man was getting ready to start another explosion, so Pratt drove the Challenger off the road onto a muddy safety pullout on the right-hand side to be safe then floored it.

The dream cut to the man/woman talking. They said “He saw too much” and got in a minivan to chase the Challenger. Up ahead, Pratt stopped the Challenger and said “That was weird.” I saw the minivan coming and said we should go. Pratt said “Let’s find out what they want.” The woman was driving. The man waved to Pratt to roll down his window and the man cranked his down. He was holding a black and gold data pad that said “Chris Pratt” on it on a piece of masking tape. Pratt said “I’ve got a bad feeling about this” and tried to start the car. The man put the pad down and lifted a gun instead and fired, but he missed. Pratt got the car started, hit the accelerator and we were off.

Suddenly we were on a city block but it was a sound stage. I was standing on the street trying to call 911 while he raced to stay away from the minivan, but the set was only a block so they kept going round and round. No one answered the phone so I talked to one of the police standing outside the building labeled “Police” and she said she’d watch for it but then there was a traffic jam of go-karts trying to start a race. I jumped over one and was no longer on the set. I was on a conveyor line with bread that was heading to a bake sale.

4/11/22 #1: I was traveling in Europe and drove to a Swiss school in a mansion. They were strict about parking because there were limited spots, and they were all spray-painted in orange-yellow. If you weren’t in one of those spots, you had to walk up to the school from the valley and across a gorge. I went in to the school–I think I was looking for someone–and when I didn’t find them, I went back towards the front door steps, but the door I chose had steps at a 45° angle and I almost fell through them to the level below where I saw people and they only looked an inch high. I sat down frozen in place and then students had to help move me to regular stairs to leave. They patted me on the back, said “It’s okay, it’s okay.” Then I was out driving on a long highway with no one around in twilight and there were no mountains to be seen.

4/11/22 #2: I was in Westgate living with Kent Brase [someone who lived on Foster but I haven’t seen since 1988 in real life]. We were each in our beds when we realized there were alien pods in the dorm cafeteria, so we got all the food together, put it on our floor and the tops of our drawers and set it all on fire with lighter fluid after Kent disabled the fire alarms. Afterwards, I was in the Memorial Union and realized I had lived so long that I’d been remembering the Westgate that existed BEFORE the one I went to college for. [Which isn’t possible–I lived in the first Westgate]

4/11/21: ]There were two other dreams, one a long one but those details were forgotten.]

I was responsible for answering a question: Who is the greatest quarterback in history. The catch was–I had to figure out a way of equalizing the team values around them and then figure out how to simulate an equal number of seasons for each player being considered. I created a big Excel file with all these different categories (though I don’t know what the categories were–the dream didn’t reveal). My wife was upset with the selected categories and how I used Excel, so she divorced me. (Yes–a very abrupt switch and end to the dream)