Dreams – 8/21

8/21/25: I was in an all-white room with white bookcases. They were filled with books and VHS cassettes in big plastic boxes. I wanted to know what was on them but I got a phone call from Deb Kiick (retired Millikin VB coach) and we were discussing the ad campaign of a horrible JuCo in Champaign and the coach they had on all the billboards to show how wonderful the college was and Deb just kept repeating “We need better ethics, we need better ethics.”

8/21/24: I was on a school bus with sirens going that pulled into the Dornan Gym parking lot. It was a celebration of some sort. Then I wasn’t on the bus, but standing in a gravel parking lot with lots of people around but I didn’t know who to talk to or what to do so I just walked around talking to nobody.

8/21/23: I was in the Michigan State Univ. Armory. It was painted all-white. I was there to watch the Super Bowl between the Raiders and Jets. The Raiders were incompetent and trailed 14-0 when the Jets blocked a punt. The armory started getting empty. A babyfaced guy in front of me asked why I wasn’t leaving and I said “There’s still three minutes to go, so it isn’t over yet and a comeback would be amazing.” Then Julie and one of her faculty were standing behind me–the faculty person was blonde, dressed in white jeans and a white denim jacket. I knew she had played volleyball before. An old guy in tux and tophat joined the conversation and Julie started trying to get me to talk up my career and I got mad and said no and got more frustrated because them trying to talk to me meant I missed the rest of the game and my chance to yell “J-E-T-S”

8/21/22 #1: I was in a small theater and Patrick Stewart was on stage but he refused to act and was jeering people in the audience instead until he walked off the stage to his right, loudly proclaiming “This is for the Sons of Mozacar!” I noticed a door in the theater and walked through it–and Stewart had a separate door to the same place. It was a bar/tavern and as soon as he walked thru, he put on an apron and immediately started working as a bartender and was back to his charming self.

8/22/22 #2: I was living in a hotel room in an infinitely large hotel. I ran into a woman named Laura and we shared a dinner of Doritos and Pepsi and then went back to her room. Stuff started. I saw my mail in her trash, but I didn’t mind. I told her “You have a cute butt.” She then said I needed to go because she had to go to work–she was the hotel mascot. I went back to my room and there was a mangled box there with a note from a business in Dubai saying “We don’t think your packaging was sufficient.”

8/21/21: I was sitting in a dugout in the backyard of my Mom’s house when the bus driver from this weekend’s volleyball trip [Dan], walked up next to me and started talking about how he needed to get fluids changed in his new car and that he would be back and then he backed up and was totally gone (like the nun in the Blues Brothers disappearing behind her door). Some time later I was standing on the corner of Lombard and Lillie, a block from the house when a custom silver sports car pulled up. It was Dan. He felt guilty because the new fluids were exotic/harmful and would destroy the ozone layer, but that was the price for driving such an awesome car and he decided it was worth it–he floored it and rocketed onto Lombard heading for St. Ambrose.