Category: Weird Dreams –

Wednesday, March 22nd, 2017 —> -5˚C / +22˚F & Clear @ 7:45 am —> -4˚C / +24˚F & Snowing @ 7:50 am in Atlantic Canada —> my & Cathi’s 15th Anniversary 🙂 & Cousin Debi Borden-Miller’s Birthday 🙂 —

– Ten minutes to 8 am – Snow streaks barely visible in this photograph as the precipitation was just beginning here on the North Side – two minutes after somebody on the radio said it was snowing on the south side, but clear on the north side of Fredericton. 🙂 –

— After a couple days of warming temperatures { Yesterday reached +10˚C / +50˚F } today’s forecast is for snow, possibly mixing with rain and ice pellets, then turning to all snow again as the temperature drops – ‘they’ expect we might get 5 to 10 centimeters/2 to 4 inches of snow and significant wind blowing it all around. There is a blizzard warning north and east of here. Overnight they expect wind chills of -22˚C / -8˚F —> { ‘Brrrrrrr’ }

— Today Cathi’s and my anniversary. We’ve been an item for fifteen years. 🙂 & as hinted above it is coincidentally my cousin, Debi’s Birthday. 🙂

— We’ve been battling colds/allergies/some kind of bacterial or ‘other’ bug attacks during the last couple months. 🙁

— Yesterday was a morning of wild & crazy dreams { I’ll probably add them below } But I think I need to pop something a bit more positive in here right now:

– Our human eyes adjust through this more easily than the camera captures it – There are two deer about twelve to fourteen feet away from this window on the hill out there –

— We have plastic insulating our porch windows – & in Cathi’s ‘Zen Corner’ here we have a lot of plants that spend their summers outside and winters inside cheering us up with green in the corner where we hung a momento from our glass blowing classes when we lived in Arnprior. I almost thought this photo wasn’t quite good enough to post here, but I liked the photo I want to add below – which is a bit fuzzy, and the reason it is fuzzy is I had to shoot it through the plastic in a spot that looked fairly clear but turned out not to be as clear as I thought. These deer are a bit more jumpy than some of our ‘regulars’ and I did not have a lot of time to set up a better shot, could not go outside and expect them not to run away-

– Just after daybreak/sunrise on March 10th – I had been worried because we hadn’t seen any deer coming around for a while, but here these two were 🙂 – & Yeah, sorry it’s a bit fuzzy, I had to shoot through plastic that wasn’t as clear as I thought it was –

— & Re: Yesterday’s weird dreams – I looked in a mirror and saw a shorter man with a rounder head than me, blond hair and a slightly darker blond beard looking back at me. The shock did not wake me up. I moved back and watched him get ready for bed in a university dorm room ( a private room, as he looked older than most undergraduates – I thought he might be a post grad student with a stipend and monitor duties in one of the dorms. ) Just before he was able to climb into bed he got an emergency call from his sister – she and her boyfriend were at the local hospital’s emergency room – her boyfriend’s father had a heart attack and she’d just watched her boyfriend’s car being towed away. So the Grad Student got dressed, fired up his ten year old pickup truck – and went to the rescue. At the hospital the boyfriend was distraught and had written down his license plate number, the car’s make, model & year – etc. and asked the grad student’s sister to go to the police department – report the car stolen and see if she could get it back. — At the darkened police station the sister asked her brother to stay close but thought she might have better luck on her own. She went to the station’s door, it was locked, there was a sign over a button and a speaker that said, “Push Button After Hours”. She pushed the button. A scratchy voice asked if this was an emergency. She replied that her boyfriend’s father had a heart attack they’d gone to the hospital and his car disappeared. The authoritative scratchy voice asked if the car had been left running. She replied, “No – and I had the presence of mind to make sure we had the keys and the doors were all locked.” She then volunteered the make, model, year, colour and license plate number. The unseen police officer cleared his throat and said, ‘- wait a second -‘ – and came back a couple minutes later, “That vehicle was towed away for having parked in a spot clearly marked “Reserved for Emergency Room Physicians only, all other will be towed at owner’s expense – To get the vehicle back you need to pay a one hundred dollar ticket and then go to the impound yard with the receipt where you’ll have to pay the towing fee which is usually at least a hundred and fifty dollars.” – She blurted out, “I don’t have that kind of money -” The police voice responded, “We can’t process it now anyway, you’ll have to come back during normal business hours. – And by the way, if you came in that pickup out there, it is parked in a clearly marked ‘no parking’ spot and has had its license plate photographed, you will be receiving a ticket in the mail and will have to pay another fifty dollars for that.” — The sister returned to the pickup, told the grad student what the voice had told her. The grad student got out of his truck, took several photos with his cell phone camera to prove that there was no, “No Parking” sign anywhere in sight and growled toward the station, “I will fight this.” — They went back to the hospital – The boyfriend met them at the door. He said his father was in emergency surgery and he had been told that due to insurance and security issues he could not wait in the waiting room at that time of night and should go home, they had his cell phone number ans could call him when the surgery was over. The grad student drove them to a motel where he used his credit card to get them a room for the night and said he had to get some rest – there was an important test in the morning – —> Back at the dorm – he discovered a car with a “Marine Corps” bumper sticker in his assigned parking place, had to park in a “Visitors Only!” Parking space, wrote a note explaining who he was and that somebody had parked in his space and taped the note in his window. — After he opened his room’s door and turned his light on an angry voice bellowed, “Shut off the f***ing light.” The student responded, “Get the eff out of my bed.” A muscular guy with a marine corps tattoo sat up in bed, “You get the couch, roomy, I get the bed.” The student responded, “Look around – there is no couch, this is my room, get the hell out,” he looked at his digital clock and it said 4:44 am, “How the hell did you get in here anyway?” — “I had to get an effing security guard to let me in – we couldn’t find the guy who’s supposed be here to deal with shit like this-” —> “I’m that guy, That’s why this is the only single bed room in the building, Now get the hell out of here-” The marine stood up, was at least six inches taller than the grad student and his chest and arms were twice as wide as the grad student – “You want to fight about this, asshole?” — This was interrupted by the marine’s alarm clock going off at 4:45 am. The marine snapped into action, jumped out of bed, ripped the blankets off, pulled the sheets into a very tight ‘bounce a quarter off it’ configuration, folded the blankets up and placed them in a precisely measured spot a the foot of the bed, pulled on his pants and grabbed his toothbrush, “Where’s the effing bathroom?” —> “Out in the hall, second door on the right, the one with the sign that says, “Bathroom” and had the blue and white picture of a stick figure wearing pants.” —> The Marine glared at the grad student, pointed to the bed, said, “Don’t even effing think about touching that effing rack,” and stormed out of the room. —> The grad student locked the door, pulled a chain across and locked a dead bolt in place besides the regular lock.  – He dove onto the bed and passed out. —> Seconds later, somebody tried the door. That somebody then pounded on the door, loud enough to wake up half the people on that floor of the dorm, “You open this effing door – Marine!” —> The grad student gave the door the finger. There were two crashes, on the second crash the door was kicked off its hinges. A huge drill Sargent bellowed,  “Snap to attention, Marine – you know better than to lock me out!” The grad student looked up at the Sargent, “Do I look like a marine?” —> The Sargent grabbed the grad student by the hair on his head and yanked him out of bed, “You will speak only when spoken to! – You will address me as “Sir! Yes Sir,”! You will stand at attention, and you better know you are in a world of shit, marine!” —> “I am not a marine, you are in the wrong room!” The Sargent kicked the grad student in the ribs, punched him in the belly – knocked him against a wall, screamed, “You will stand at attention, you will address me as ‘Sir, Yes Sir!’ and you will speak only when spoken to!” — “You are in the wrong room, And you are on candid camera!” the grad student pointed – “Every room in this building has motion activated security cameras since a woman on the second floor was raped in her own room last year. I will press charges!”  — The Sargent glanced at his clipboard, glanced at the number on the door, and was about to scream again when two security officers fought their way to the front of the crowd that had gathered at the door. One of them yelled, “Your marine had the wrong building. He gave you the wrong information,” and held up a piece of paper to prove it. The grad student croaked weakly, “Get his name, rank and serial number and as many witnesses as you can and let them know the Marine Corps will pay for the new door -” *** I then faded out, thought I was the grad student, passing out from internal injuries — and woke up with sore ribs and cramps in my stomach. To be honest, I went to bed with sore ribs on my right side – but I woke up with sore ribs on both sides, the Sargent had kicked the grad student on the left side. —> After Cathi went to work, I went back to bed and had several quick episodes in which I fell in and out of sleep so quickly I hardly felt like I had enough time to fall asleep – but when I ‘woke up’ seconds after ‘falling asleep’ I woke up from having very mundane conversations with odd groups of people in places I didn’t recognize, some inside, some on busy city streets, the last one looked like it was in a cafeteria.

— I often have vivid dreams, even lucid dreams – The one above happened quickly, events flying into one another – like part of it was somebody’s vivid memory – but this was all more vivid than most.

— sigh, That should be more than enough —,

~~~~~ Jim