Dreams – 6/14

6/14/24: I was high school age, sitting around a huge table with a giant wargame on it. People were moving stacks that were 15-20 counters tall and nothing was falling–they handled the pieces like poker chips, but every time I moved a stack, they’d fall into a pile. I knew the game was about the Russian Front because there was one set of tokens I was in control of that said “Russian +3” on them.

6/14/23: I was in a quiet restaurant ready to order when a massive group came in–the full department of a former employer, more than 100 kids and a bunch of staff. They didn’t acknowledge me but I heard whispers–so did the restaurant which immediately began serving them food. I decided to go to a different room that would be quiet and I wouldn’t hear the whispers. The room was dark and I was in a standup closet but I could hear through the walls that they wondered what I was doing in ‘their’ restaurant and wished me gone. I sat unil he voices were gone hen snuck out to my original table. I pretended I was invisible and went to grab my coat, but they had stacked Papa John’s boxes on it and a plastic leftovers container. I saw my ex-boss and secretary sitting with some people (they were on the floor, Indian-style) and I wanted to go yell at them but I made my way through the crowded room and with every table I passed, they stopped talking and started staring at me. When I opened the exit, the restaurant was silent. It was nighttime outside and it was the parking lot of Texas Roadhouse in Champaign. I tried to find my Challenger but there were too many cars in the parking lot and I couldn’t see it so I sat down again on the cold asphalt. [Melancholy enough, this dream woke me at 330am.]

6/14/22: I kept staring at a spreadsheet. It had cities and a number after the city, but it was all jumbled so I couldn’t read any of it and no matter what I did, I could not read the city names or what the numbers were supposed to be.

6/14/21 #1: I was behind the plate a Cubs-Cards game when Ivan DeJesus decided to steal 2nd for the Cubs. When the catcher threw to second, I wound up flying along with the ball into the shortstop’s glove. DeJesus was safe. Then the view panned back several feet and I saw DeJesus overslid the bag and came off it. The SS didn’t notice so DeJesus laughed and stood on the base.

6/14/21 #2: It was before school and I was late for class. I got a call from Deb K., the coach at Millikin so I was talking to her as I hurried to get ready. I was nearing the “Iowa State History Building” when I realized I left my room keys, car keys, notebook, and pants in my room. I also realized I was talking to her on a regular wireless phone rather than a cell phone but I hadn’t lost signal. I went back to my room and the double-patio doors were wide open with tape across them saying “Race Entry Only”. I ducked underneath and two girls sitting there in chairs gave me the evil eye. I put my pants on, said goodbye to Coach K., and left for class knowing I’d be late because it was already 7:55…and I’d now have to sit in the back of the classroom.

6/14/10: Everyone is named Cris/Chris/Kris except me and no one can figure out how to pronounce Jim so I get punished and have to attend KAIROS and there I get weapons training to go fight Osama bin-Laden.