Dreams – 6/5

6/5/25: I was sitting behind the counter of a store that was painted completely white and it was white outside, too. Someone appeared in front of me at the counter so I held my hands up like someone was pointing a gun at me. He took his hand out of his pocket and put a small punchboard (index card sized?) on the counter and asked me for help punching the counters out.

6/5/24: I was behind the goal line at a football game between Northwestern and Alabama. Alabama scored a safety and I saw it as a replay from my eyes/perspective. Commentators were critical of the NW QB because he had “mercy routes” available and didn’t use them. I saw he had tried to escape and if he would have, would’ve been able to run to the forest on the far end of the field. The Alabama tackler walked by and I said “Nice tackle” and realized all the players were half as tall as me and ‘babyfaced’. As an Alabama QB dressed in a clean all-white uniform started playing catch next to me, I talked with a blond kid that looked like 12yo Bobby Matthys wearing a maroon uniform standing next to a picnic table where his teammates were sitting/farting around. He was QB for Northwestern’s replacements at the end of the quarter because apparently, Alabama was playing four different teams. I didn’t tell the maroon QB what to do, but that “Eric Canfield still lives in town and he can give pointers on everything to get you to the pro ranks.”

6/5/23: I was doing homework but I was a teacher. I was alone in a classroom in a building because I had been fired but I was still using the building. I had a bunch of notes in a small notebook. One of them was to go meet Roger Yager but I kept forgetting the time to meet him and it kept changing in the notebook until eventually it was at the same time as a meeting I was to have with Greg Gilliam/USMC Recruiting at 6pm. I heard people coming so I snuck out to my van to eat pizza but realized I’d left my backpack in the classroom, so I snuck back inside and the room had been rearranged with two chairs used to support a film projector that was running and there were now backpacks on all the chairs that looked exactly like mine, so I didn’t know which was mine.

6/5/22: I was coaching a volleyball match when I needed to get a replacement antenna. I walked down a dark hallway to the supply room and found we had a dozen other antennae but I didn’t know which would fit the net, so I had to carry all of them back. I was then suddenly in a different corridor carrying nothing and realized I had to get to the gym because they wouldn’t start without me. The corridor went on forever and I wondered why there weren’t motorcycles to get places faster. Then the match was over and I was on stairs leading to a corridor–and then the corridor. The stairs had water leaking in from each side and the corridor’s carpets had wet spots as well. The corridor opened into a bigger room and using my night-vision goggles, I saw a small creature moving ahead. I said “Shoo, shoo” at it but it decided to charge me instead. It was actually a giant rabid hamster. I threw a punch at it then woke up.

6/5/21: My grandfather set out a bunch of items on a long picnic table. He said he needed to compare and organize based on what things were bigger. At some point–possibly a separate dream–a crisis came up regarding drugs and an argument of whether the syringes we found were vaccines or hallucinogens.