Dreams – 4/7

4/7/23:

I was watching a couple on a date sitting side by side when the man got angry at the woman and grabbed her lapel in clenched fists. The woman had red hair and the guy had wire-rimmed spectacles and a big curly beard. Then the scene changed and the guy was holding a gun against her head–and I realized the redhead was my wife and the guy was Martin Mull. She wasn’t mad at him holding the gun because he explained he was putting on a show for his father to show that Martin was tough and could run a business because his father had them near bankruptcy. I looked around and we were in a mansion and everything was either gold, white, or silver. Then Mull’s dad started coming down a massive spiral staircase. He looked exactly like Mull except his hair was all white–actually, he looked like Moses from The Ten Commandments. Mull yelled at his father, “I’m taking care of business every day!” and his father yelled back “You’ve got to be at work by none.”

4/7/22:

Our house was going to be under attack from bad guys and we didn’t know what to do, so I pulled out a boardgame where you moved from area to area, depending on where the lines connected. Our town didn’t connect to anything on the map, so I realized we were safe because really the bad guys had no way to get to us. They would have to attack Mattoon instead.

4/7/21:

I was in Steve Hord’s basement. There was a couch on the far wall that was empty. We were playing Star Fleet Battles and randomly doing damage rolls. We (a group of us though I don’t know any of the people who made ‘we’ up) decided that only a person sitting on the couch could take damage, so we forced Steve to sit there and we rolled damage until we reached the last column of the damage chart and blew his ship up.

…what a boring dream. There was a second one but I forgot it sometime in the early morning hours.