Dreams – 6/11

6/11/25: I was riding bicycles along with Jim Earleywine (VB Coach/Ref). We were in Keokuk heading west on a really wide road, then turned north onto a divided street. It went up hill and he said “I like staying in low gears here.” I tried to push the pedals down but they wouldn’t go, even if I stood on them. We stopped and Jim took out a CD (maybe a saw blade) and opened my gear box and attached the CD and said, “This will help.” It was then night and I was riding in circles on the bike inside my mom’s kitchen, leaving skid marks on the tile–so to avoid her, I went outside. Jim was there along with someone else–we rode through the yard into Phelan’s drive (there was no dropoff) and two houses up there were voices talking about trying to find a body and arguing if someone was murdered. Jim and the other guy got way in front of me and when I got to Lille St., it was a maze and they were talking with a black couple who lived inside the maze. The black man said, “You need to get there by morning” so I turned around and the maze was gone and I was alone on the Marquette St. sidewalk. [I am working a VB camp this week for Jim E.]

6/11/24: [fragment only] I was sitting in a white bathtub (the sort with little legs). I was facing from right to left, angled like I was looking at me watching myself in the bath. There was a window beside the tub.

6/11/23 #1: I was in my house. It was a HUGE mansion. I was preparing for a party but I knew someone attending would try and kill me–also that there was a different assassin posing as a staff worker already in the house and would kill me if he got me alone. I prepared my safe area–which was like an Escher painting. I got to it by going up the kitchen stairs from my dad’s house on Hayes St. in Davenport, riding on a gurney to then climb up onto more stairs that went up into a large living room and a crawl space that led to another door. Just past the door was a tube to slide through into the ‘safe zone’. The safe zone was where I kept my Picassos. I opened the door and was immediately in the house’s foyer with red carpet on the stairs behind me. I tried to get back to my safe area but the gurney was gone and I couldn’t reach the wood scaffolding that was an alternate way up.

6/11/23 #2: I was sitting in a park on wet grass. I didn’t know how I got there but realized WHEN I was when a band started playing and George Washington went past standing on a moving platform, surrounded by colonial soldiers formed into a square around him. Other units were marching behind GW, spaced out, and I realized we were just waiting our turn to join the parade. One of the men in my ‘unit’ was in a sprinter’s position to run to where we would form up so he could be in the first rank.

6/11/23 #3: I owned a game store in Charleston, IL. I was setting games on shelves–they were my games I was selling. I found I had a bunch on the US invasion of Iraq and Advanced Squad Leader still in shrinkwrap, but I couldn’t get the games to balance on the top of shelves–the shelves were metal with ‘grates’. Someone helped me and then I realized the store was mostly empty and I had no customers. I walked outside with two tall/stocky people who had long hair (one brown, one black). They were talking about needing to be in the store all the time to make sure it succeeded, but the black-haired guy said “Except for when I’m at work, dudes, but I’ll be here in spirit then.” I realized that one was Brendan Whalen [who I haven’t seen in 10-15 years] and that he looked exactly like Penn of Penn and Teller.

6/11/22: I was on a narrow road in an open area, farm fields around me. I was next to a gurney prepared to do surgery on the patient on the gurney when Steve H. told me I couldn’t. When I tried to start, he kicked me on my hip. We started fighting and pretty soon he was bloody. I threw a final punch and knocked him to the ground. I turned back to do surgery but the gurney was empty. I decided Steve H. needed traumatic surgery instead, so I sat next to him on the ground and prepared to fix him up.

6/11/21: I was giving a speech on behalf of the Marine Corps History Association. It was in a big auditorium. When it was done there was a meet/greet for all the attendees and everyone had to say where they were from. There were 500+ people present, so this took some time. When it was done, a blonde woman in a purple dress came up to me, introduced herself and was one of those touchy-feely types. She said she was from Mason–close to Effingham–her husband lived in California, and she wanted to get freaky with me. I was stunned. I was also stunned because I noticed a dozen TV cameras/reporters waiting for my answer and also that I was standing in the foyer/hallway in front of the lunch room where I went to secondary school.

–>this is clearly related to two “Married with Children” episodes I watched this week about Bud in a science project/VR and one about a cruise ship sinking and reporters coming to interview Kelly/Bud.

6/11/19: It started with a friend having a heart attack on my birthday. While waiting for news, I went to a class with a tabletop demonstration/discussion of American wire-guided anti-tank missiles used against Wehrmacht (WW2 German) tanks.The thing is, I noticed the Americans were in a SdKfz 251/1 SPW making it totally unrealistic (never questioning the wire-guided missiles, by the way…)

6/11/16: My daughter went with me in my Prussian-blue (bwah??) colored Corvette to visit Iola, KS. We met Todd, Duane, and everyone else at a pep rally for the Allen CC football team (which doesn’t exist). I let Brigitte drive it out of the parking lot and she scraped its paint against the side of a turd-brown Pacer. Suddenly we were in the alley behind my mom’s house and we got t-boned by a silver Mercedes coming out of the Phelan’s driveway and we knocked over a bunch of trash cans and had to pay for them.

–>The lesson: I shouldn’t let her drive in my dreams.