Dreams – 8/19

8/19/25: I was on a ice rink and for some reason had a conga-line of hockey players chasing me. They were on the outskirts of the rink and I tripped the lead skater and they fell in a pile. Then I saw the goalie charge me from the other end of the ice and as he neared me, the goalie jumped like a karate kick with his blades at me. I moved to dodge out of the way, then woke up.

8/19/24: I was with Eric C. and we entered Mrs. Loula’s house through two giant wood doors painted maroon. We didn’t see anyone so we went to the basement. There were closed doors there with a white light behind them. I thought maybe we’d get in trouble for being there, but then little kids started running from the doors and then I was hugging Mrs. Loula. NOTE: I was told last night about two hours before bed that Mrs. Loula’s husband died.

8/19/23: I was in bed with an oversized redheaded woman who kept trying to kiss me because I was naked. Then I was wrapped in a sheet walking through a big flat area (like an underground parking garage) towards a cafeteria designed like Friley’s “Dungeons”. Everyone there was wearing monk robes and staring at me because I was in a white sheet. Kallie Sinkus was sitting alone to the right (in monk robes), staring at me and shaking her head.

8/19/22: [only fragments remain] The T-Town volleyball seniors were together in an NFL locker room. Also, Emily Bergfeld’s dad was in the dream, but he was referring to himself as “Big Bo Bergfeld”

8/19/21 #1: I was at a (club?) volleyball tourney. It was in a hotel so games were being played in the lobby/foyer and in rooms. My team first played with furniture moved out of the way and had trouble warming up. The second match was in a ‘meeting room’ with the game at the far end of the room with a jury-rigged electronic scoreboard over the window that looked like the scoreboard from the NYY/CWS Field of Dreams game. My team was playing a group of pre-teen boys…but the scoreboard said they trailed 42-3. The guy next to me said they had the score reversed.

I got up to head to where our next game would be played and it turned out I’d joined an ‘Intro to US Civil War’ class. I was in the front row. The teacher was a Chinese woman–and her son was coloring in the seat next to me. She emphasized the combat zone in the east from DC to Atlanta was 425.2 miles [it’s 639 in real life], the same as Warsaw to Moscow [778 actual miles]. I didn’t take notes and knew it would be an easy A. She asked why I wasn’t taking notes–and I answered I used to teach the subject and besides, I was a volleyball coach.

8/19/21 #2: I was sitting on a black one-armed chaise lounge. It was inside a Wal-Mart. Dogs from a rescue suddenly escaped from the back of the building, came through a door, and then started walking in front of me like they were models. I didn’t recognize any of the breeds, but the store manager said they were nice dogs and that the 15-yr old really liked snuggles. [I woke up from the dream thinking of Peter Sellers in The Pink Panther: “Does your dog bite?” “No.” Sellers goes to pet the dog and gets bit. “I thought you said your dog does not bite.” “He doesn’t. That is not my dog.”]