Dreams – 9/23

9/23/23:

I was on a street walking up to an old house that had front steps leading up to a small porch. I knew the house belonged to Steve Copenhaver. It was autumn but everything was still green. I walked up the stairs and grabbed a thermos from the porch that looked like a mini-New England lighthouse. I took the top off and the inside was pitch black but I knew there were 15 cookies inside. I also noticed that the front door had an uneven gap under it–so that the next time I saw Steve, I’d mention it otherwise his house would get very cold in winter. Then I went back to the street and started walking again.

9/23/22:

I was shooting free throws in a game and got confused because I missed the first AND last of a “one-and-whatever” and I had no idea what that was. All I knew was that I’d shot a lot of free throws and there were a lot of people booing.

9/23/21:

I was working in a hospital and was asked to help a group/family(?) around. We went to the entrance and it was cold so I brought my winter jacket. I set it on a table with my hat and put some other stuff on it. We were told we had to go to the rehab unit but we would need to take an alternate route due to construction. When I picked my stuff up, I was mad because the coat was soaked in mud somehow–the people I was escorting had put dirty stuff on it making it unwearable. Our detour meant we had to go outside first and I didn’t have a coat. We came inside again past sliding doors and had to walk past a really loud “Jesus Party” of people sitting on the ground singing along with a televangelist on a TV. I fell behind. Then I moved carefully past Kate V. (former athlete) who was bent over a couch doing her homework, into an area with people eating food on folding tables, into the kitchen, and on the other side of the kitchen, I saw again the people I was supposed to be escorting. There was a long spiral set of “stairs” without a railing winding upwards a LONG ways. I started climbing after them and realized it was really high and the climb was tough and I had no safety gear. I decided to quit and try and back down but there were lots of people coming in and using the stairs as chairs to watch a play below…that it was actually supposed to be a Roman amphitheater. A guy started crowding me, telling me I couldn’t go back. [at which point I woke up wondering if the guy was Jeremy Clarkson].