Dreams – 5/13

5/13/25: I was in a white lab doing an experiment with someone else in a white lab coat. I was holding a shallow rectangle which had an almost solid petroleum jelly substance in it and I was running/slashing an exacto knife through the jelly like I was writing something. It was for a science final exam. We were being watched by two people. One then went into the bathroom and shut the door. There was a sound of some sort then a thud like a body hitting the floor. We didn’t go look since we were doing our final experiment. The remaining instructor(?) just nodded at us.

5/13/24: I was on EIU’s campus in a gym where people were doing yoga–one of them was Micaela C., an alum of mine. She was doing yoga with an assault rifle. I then had to run an errand but couldn’t find directions to “Kelso Hall”–couldn’t read the words on the signs. I started across campus, saw guys in safety vests, but I kept walking and suddenly my feet/ankles were wet. I looked north and saw an oncoming massive wave, so I turned and started moving south (speed was indeterminate in the dream) but the water kept getting deeper and there were now rocks causing rapids on EIU’s central campus. An announcement was made apologizing for the inconvenience and then I was wet to my waist, sitting in Mrs. Beltz’s classroom from grade school where Ric von Maur was complaining about Mr. Gray’s history assignment on the “Kharkov Deal” and the “Quingdao Accords”.

Then I was back walking on EIU’s campus because I was testing the police as a fake campus shooter and I called them to tell them where I “shot” people so they could respond–though they didn’t know who I was by sight. I eventually let them find me hiding in a gym locker so they’d let me go. The police were unhappy because they failed the test. Later that night they stopped me on HWY 130 riding my blue motorcycle because there really had been shootings on campus at the same time as the ‘drill’.

5/13/22: I was asked by a man if I would take on a secret mission on his behalf. I refused. He asked again and then led me to his father’s bedroom and took me inside. His son and father were there. I couldn’t see the father in the bed and the son was short/squat and looked like a garden troll. If I didn’t take the mission, it meant the father would try–and that would be suicide for the old man. I asked why. The man showed me–it was because his father was a Chia Pet head in a box. That made sense, so I agreed to take the mission. I went to the box and stroked the back of it to comfort the father and I promised I’d succeed on his behalf.

5/13/20: I was at some sort of mixer/party and I went around shaking hands and playing with babies held by parents. I kept saying “Sorry for the apocalypse”…and noticed that the babies being held by dads/moms in the Army all had those bug-eyes like cartoon characters who wear glasses. One mom finally said, “Don’t worry, our baby’s just had too much Corona” and I couldn’t tell if she meant the virus or the beer.

5/13/16: I had a dream that Pokémon was actually produced in 1969, and instead of the main Pokémon being Pikachu, it was a yellow creature with long hair and floppy moustache named Kukukachu.