Dreams – 4/5

4/5/24 #1: I was in Papa’s garage in Keokuk, except it was a huge warehouse. It was stacked with rows of shelves filled with games. I was with several other men and they started talking about how games were childish and I was dumb for playing boardgames–‘real men don’t play boardgames’. I tried to explain they were educational–that ‘games let you tell the difference between the 2nd Mechanized and 1st Armored Divisions’ and asked ‘Do you know the difference between Midway and Guadalcanal?’ but they laughed and I just felt smaller and smaller (maybe in the dream I DID get smaller and smaller) until I felt 8yrs old and wanted to just cry. 4/5/24 #2: I was in my mom’s basement and opened the root cellar door. At some point, she must have remodeled because it had a painting of the jungle in blue-yellow-black. There was smoke from a table built into the west wall–it was coming from two small lights that were plugged in and on–they were overheating. When I unplugged them, there appeared two dots of blue lights in their place. I thought about plugging the lights in again but thought that could burn down the house. 4/5/24 #3: I was in a college town bar district/downtown. Friends wanted to play pool, so they were dragging a pool table down stairs from their apartment but couldn’t get it out the door. I bought a different pool table–that was somehow upstairs in my apartment and had them bring it downstairs. This pool table was white with red felt. We got it out the glass doors onto the sidewalk–and Mme Mellott (GS/JH French teacher) was there watching–I explained to her what we had done and she nodded. The felt had patches and intentionally cut triangle divots that had black rubber installed where the felt had been. I rubbed/examined a few of the balls and said “I’m checking for magnets.”

4/5/22 #1: I was in the woods and it was dark/after twilight. I was surrounded by a circle of trees and I was with a couple other people. I was holding scissors which were custom-made to fit my hand when I noticed they were wet–covered in blood. I slowly put the scissors on a stone table and then stuck my hands under a waterfall that appeared out of nowhere to wash the blood off but it would not disappear. It looked purple to me.

4/5/22 #2: I was in a hotel room. When I got out of bed, Donald Trump was at the room’s balcony and he told me he was going to buy the Chicago Bears’ mascot shares for $500/share. I saw he was serious because he had an orange sticker (like for a ski lift) that had added a zero to ’50’ to turn it into 500. I asked if he would wait until Monday so that I had a chance to buy $50 shares in the mascot first. He said ‘That would be great. It would be a great, great choice, a great one.’

4/5/21: I was sitting in a kitchen and found a coffee mug with a conversation exchange from South Park. Basically: A: I’d be careful if I was you, friend. B: I’m not your friend, buddy. A: I’m not your buddy, pal. B: I’m not your pal, friend.

….and it just kept repeating. On the other side of the mug was a comic strip done by a student of mine from long ago, Paul Czarnowski.