Dreams – 6/2

6/2/25 #1: I was standing on the passenger side of a black Cadillac. A woman was in a big pickup truck next to me and was too close for me to open the door to get in and also too close for me to sidle away from the car. Her daughter started telling her to back up and I was worried I would be crushed but there were people psychically (?) pulling her truck backwards to avoid me getting hit. 6/2/25 #2: The Pittsburgh Steelers changed how they would select punt returners. They set up a race on a balance beam over a gorge and whoever could run across it the fastest would get signed. I didn’t try out. On my turn I just jumped off because I had been given bungee cord. I made sure to just flop like a dead body because I knew if I stuck my arms out, the winds would start throwing me around out of control. I heard a voice tell me, “Now, you’re learning, boy-o.”

6/2/25 #3: For some reason, I decided to call Dr. John Syveruud (Dad to someone I went to grade school with who was killed in a ski accident in 1993) to help fund the Foundation. I was in a room overlooking an elevated train. When the phone started ringing, I remembered Dr. Syveruud was dead. A woman answered and I decided to pretend I didn’t know that the Dr. was dead. There was an awkward silence, then I woke up when I took the phone away from my ear.

6/2/24 #1: I was on a secret mission with the US Army in Afghanistan. The Army had a base and was trying to maintain influence in the surrounding area. I saw this on a map as a black square. Surrounding the square was a white area–this was the ‘bad guys’. The US headquarters was a wood building that was meant to be temporary but was now a 200-story tall treehouse. I blinked and was at the top of it where they were using a chainsaw to carve more rooms of the tree–I hadn’t realized it was all one tree originally. I looked out and saw you could see the black and white areas on the ground far below. 6/2/24 #2: I was at the AVCA Convention and a meeting was ending. I went to the next one and it was in the upstairs den at my mom’s house. I sat against the wall and braced my neck with a sweatshirt as I talked with the HCC VB coach, Mary F. about recruiting.

6/2/23 #1: I was coaching Stew-Stras VB and there weren’t enough coaches to be everywhere we needed to be at once. I went to “Goff” [name of the old gym where I was first a HS coach] where we were just practicing. Someone closed curtains off in the distance and it got dark–I knew where the lights were, but when I got to the panel, nothing was here to turn on. I was mad because it was almost too dark to practice when it suddenly became light–Steve Mahon [former student at that HS] had opened the other set of curtains so we could practice again. I hugged him and he said “I just wish I was tall enough to play for you.” Steve was my height in the dream, but is 6’8 in real life.

6/2/23 #2: I was in my mom’s kitchen sitting with people around a table. One was Charles Barkley except he drank something that made him part-octopus and he looked like his skin was melting and his eyes were out of their sockets (like cartoon characters staring in excitement) but also drooping. He was wearing a purple suit. I stood up and was teasing him with a Slinkie I was using as a hand-puppet, asking if he would marry me. Barkley stormed off and I followed. Outside it was night and Barkley was gone. There was a zombie horde walking towards a cliff where they were pushing a stone over so they could climb on it/get to the other side. When they did that, they couldn’t go further because there was an energy shield, but soon they were able to push thru it (like droids/shields in a Marvel or Star Wars movie). Behind them all was an old guy in a large cowboy hat. A woman was asking for a reward for helping the zombies on their way to attack the city. The guy ignored her and announced “Find my daughter. She is ready at last.”

6/2/22: I was meeting my academic advisor at college–it was a bullpen-like set up. The advisor had nothing to say. I got mad and asked if I was going to be treated similarly to how I was thirty years ago. Still no answer. One of the professors there with a beard and glasses said everyone in the department went on to do amazing things and were the best in the world. I called him a liar and asked “What about the guy who got fired as a college president in less than a year?” The bearded guy said, “We don’t count incompetent people when we talk about competence.”

6/2/21: I was investigating a crime that felt Lovecraft related because the people all involved had etched away parts of their teeth and filled the space in with molten gold. In the middle of it all, I remembered it was similar to something that took place two states over. I forgot the state for a moment, then realized it was Nevada. When I turned around, I saw someone staring at me. I realized I was in the middle of a rehearsal for a play and had botched my lines. It also turned out the man (director?) had etched his teeth as well so I couldn’t tell if I was an actor in a play or it was a scheme to fool me….