Dreams – 4/23

4/23/25 #1: I was in a bedroom with a bunch of people who liked snakes and lizards and they would hold poisonous ones casually, let them wriggle all over their bodies. One guy on a bed was letting a snake crawl into his right eye-socket and another kept holding out a lizard whose neck would puff out like an umbrella. I realized Angela Lansbury (TV murder investigator) was outside the door waiting for someone to die so she could investigate. 4/23/25 #2: I was in a doctor’s room waiting for test results when insurance rejected me. I made a call and as I was waiting, another patient was brought in and a different doctor who told me “It’s your time to go.” The new patient was already laying on a bed with his wife leaning over him. When I left the room, I was in a hallway with multiple branching corridors, and it looked like a school. I realized I needed to see the doctor again but since I was in a school, I went to my brother-in-law’s office but it was totally blacked out/abandoned. I went back to the door with the doctor and it was a kindergarten classroom instead.

4/23/23: I was baking with Gordon Ramsey. He wasn’t done but we had to leave, so he left biscuits on the floor to cool. He had been baking them at 2,000 degrees. I said that was too hot and he said “I’m Gordon F-ing Ramsey” and walked away. While we walked, there was a pickpocket loose so I kept my hand in my pocket while I watched him steal from people spreadeagled/police search posture against the wall.

4/23/22: [bad headache killed off TWO dreams…] I was in my car driving into Effingham. I used the GPS to look for the Effingham Performance Center (EPC) but my car informed me a war started in Effingham over the EPC because of supporters of the Effingham Performing Arts Center (EPAC) who felt a four letter acronym made them superior. The car shut its engine off at the county line. I heard thunder and realized the two sides were blasting each other with artillery.

4/23/21: Lost one dream when awoken suddenly by dogs barking at something outside (a train??). I was in my bedroom. I woke up and went in my boxers into the kitchen. It was narrow with a table on the left and the sink, etc, behind that. The exit was straight ahead of me. There were windows and cabinets on my right. There were two people in the kitchen–Uncle Owen and Aunt Badoo (this is a mosh of Star Wars and a rookie for the Detroit Tigers…a baseball update was the last thing I read before bed). My dad (who wasn’t my dad) was in the door in overalls and boots ready for work and told me I needed to come along. I said I needed to walk the dog at which point Spike trundled in. I grabbed a baseball hat that matched my boxers and put it on but it stuck to my head. I pulled it off, repeated the process. Same thing. I looked at the hat. I knew my son had spilled oatmeal in it and it dried, so I couldn’t wear the hat to take Spike to work with my dad. Barefoot. In boxers.