Dreams – 4/9

4/9/25: I was in my mom’s house in front of the fireplace–except it was where the west living room windows were. There was a light inside the fireplace and I put a note on top of the wood. The note was on a 5×8″ paper and I wrote it in blue and red and it confessed I had a crush on Katie Lawrence (childhood friend of my sister). Katie found it and took it to the fireplace in the kitchen and started reading the note out loud. I yelled “It’s just a joke!” over and over because I was embarassed.

4/9/24 #1: I was in a military unit, flying in a helicopter. It was dark/everything looked bluish. We were flying in Afghanistan towards a giant forest–trees where branches didn’t start until high up and a thick canopy. The helicopter stopped and I was told to climb into the canopy (the helicopter blades didn’t do anything to the branches/leaves…didn’t make a sound either) with a reporter and to protect him no matter what. I was showing him how to swing from branch to branch when I lost my grip and fell. The reporter fell, too. He was in a red tshirt and I was in a Cubs tshirt. We were in the backyard of a redneck-like house. Guys in a pickup saw us–then I was suddenly inside sitting next to a guy covered in gold chains and clothes and beside him was a Russian woman who was naked (I only saw her back) behind a plexiglass shield playing X-Box games. The gold guy said he was glad Americans had come to see him because he was lonely and tired of the war. 4/9/24 #2: There was a black woman on the other side of a white folding table in a white room that I knew was part of a Sam’s Club. She wanted me to look at some papers. It was about the Dietz Foundation’s charity fundraising campaign. I knew I was hoping to raise $5,000 but she had a serious look–then said, “You’ve already raised $40,000, Jim, and still have a month to go.” I was stunned/frozen, so she explained, “You have a lot of young Asians who are backing your efforts.”

4/9/23: I was at Origins Trade Show, except it was in the old Bettendorf Public Library. I had bookshelves of “Sharks!” with me and a copy of it set up on a card table. On one shelf, someone else was selling record albums. One had a sticky note on it that said “Laura is not permitted to buy this.” I was showing my game to two guys from Ultra Pro–and said that U.P. had provided the mecha miniatures for the game. They were glad for that but didn’t buy a copy. While I was showing them the game, Dave and Eric. C took my display table and moved it. I was angry initially, but I saw they moved it so it was blocking access to concessions, so that anyone who wanted food would have to come to my booth, so I wasn’t angry any more.

[There were two other dreams–one with giant tress reaching to the sky, the other had some sort of 1960s muscle car…no other details remain.]

4/9/22: [only a fragment remained of a dream] I was standing in line under a big tent. There were picnic tables everywhere and it was hot/summer. I was waiting in line for an autograph from Dick Butkus and I was carrying the photo/autograph of his I already have from when I was a kid.

4/9/21: There were a lot of people worried about pushing me past the limit/not giving me what I wanted. I was watching a soccer match between Israel (in red uniforms) and England (white unis). England had the lead 1-0 but Israel kept getting shots. At some point, an English defender did a hip-takedown on an Israeli midfielder but there was no card given even though the Israeli wound up unconscious. An English defender made a cool play by running backwards and kicking the ball behind him regularly and everyone believed he was moving forward instead, so he was able to break up the Israeli attack.