Dreams – 7/30

7/30/25: I was on a rooftop interrogating a woman reclined in a dentist-style chair. I couldn’t convince her to say anything but I knew she and I were in danger. The dream cut to third-person and there was a bald guy in a black leather jacket on a different rooftop at a lower level than us and I knew he was coming to kill us. Then I was suddenly standing in Mrs. Strohm’s room before math class wondering why I was there because I was the same age as Mrs. Strohm.

7/30/24: I was laying on Dave’s couch at his house, sleepy, and opened my eyes to see he had installed a bay window and had his exercise bike in front of the window facing out towards lush green hills. 7/30/23: I went into a big garage to drive my Challenger but I couldn’t. It was blocked in by my Uncle Mike’s disassembled rust-orange Corvette. He even had stacks of 2x4saround my car so I couldn’t get out and then it turns out he left and no one else knew how to assemble the Corvette. I went inside and threw a tantrum at my parents at a dining table and yelled “I just want to drive my car!” Then I went into a big room wanting to watch TV but my Aunt and two small children were asleep on a black bed with black sheets, so I couldn’t watch–so I went out of the room and yelled, “I just want to drive my car!” Then I went outside where my dad and someone else were harvesting long thin green stalks by lassoing a bunch of them and pulling the lasso back in–which made the green stalks disappear. They thought I should join them so I yelled “I just want to drive my car!” I went to try and move the Corvette parts myself and found my uncle had come back and disassembled my Challenger.

7/30/22: I was standing in a dark arena–it reminded me of St. John’s Arena. The only lighting was coming from the volleyball court. The antennae on the net were light sabers–one blue, one red. I understood why Ohio State VB needed such a high budget for volleyballs.

7/30/10: I dreamed that my niece Zayn was going out on her first date–dressed in one of Julie’s bridesmaid gowns from our wedding. Her dad was waiting at the bottom of some marble stairs for her. It turns out her Dad was Stevie Copenhaver.