Weird Dreams – Dream Jernil

Weird Dream Before The Storm

Thursday, January 4th, 2018 —> -13˚C / +9˚F & very grey @ 7:18 am in Atlantic Canada —> More Like -7˚C @11:30 am – according to one source – and +24˚F according to another —> with anything from 15 cm / approximately 6 inches —> to 45 cm / a foot and a half – of snow & high winds —> forecast for this afternoon and/or the next 24 hours. —> They’re calling it a ‘Weather Bomb’ & a “Nor’Easter” —> New Brunswick Power is calling in emergency teams to be ready in case a lot of power outages hit the fan. —

Dalai Lama Quote on Positive thinking. — – This is a retweet of something posted by @noveliciouss – of a Dalai Lama Quote: *“Just one small positive thought in the morning can change your whole day.”* – 🙂

— Okay, so with a major dump of snow and high winds forecast – I fell asleep listening to the bubbling of a Fibre Optics ‘cable’ station that shows an aquarium with tropical fish swimming around ’24/7′ Which might almost explain part of this weird dream or mildly interrupted series of dreams.

— One odd thing, is part of this was in black and white. I almost never dream in black and white. This is the only example of a black and white portion of a dream that I can think of.

— Before I went to sleep I also tried to put out the intention that ‘the Universe’ send me inspiration for a few things that have me stumped as to what the novel I’m trying to get into a decent form by the end of this month needs most.

—> Sigh. It began with disjointed clips of small black and white images. An underwater diver in a diving suit that made him look like a mouse seemed to be trapped, held down by a chain on a flat, even bottom of some kind of underwater environment. A woman in a lab coat was posing with a lit cigarette, looking like a poster child for “Mean girls grow up to be mean women”.

— A slightly larger – and washed out, but not quite black and white – image of a man and a woman, who looked like they were desperately in love – but were separated from each other by a thick wall of shatter-proof glass. I knew it was shatterproof because they tried hard to break it and then kind of gasped at each other and looked like they tried to press themselves together through the glass as tears went down both parties’ cheeks.

— There was a series of vignettes of people of all ages doing very mundane things, separately or together.

— There were scenes of what looked like college aged men and women sitting in chairs with VR gear / masks on their faces – and their arms and legs clamped down ‘so they couldn’t accidentally hurt themselves’.

— And there was a hospital room with a series of refrigerators full of human organs, and a beating heart hooked up to clear plastic tubes through which blood was flowing both ways, in and out of the heart.

— I almost woke up at this point, but I saw the diver again like I was swimming down to him. Then I moved back enough so somebody else in a skin-diving wet suit and aqualung, face mask and flippers – swam in and began trying to untangle the diver from the chain , but discovered that the diver – who looked like he was wearing something like Medieval armor with a face-plate that gave him a pointed cone like nose that made him look like a mouse – had an oxygen hose that went down under the sand (that looked more like pebbles, like pea sized gravel) and the skin diver tried to dig down to get that air hose free.

— Then something like an angel appeared and touched them both, and in a flash – they were out of the water and in a room somewhere – a large room that looked like it had concrete walls and a concrete floor and I couldn’t see the ceiling. The skin diver began trying to pull the rusty chains away from the other diver and the diver in the mouse suit pulled a gun from somewhere and shot the skin diver. Then he pulled off his helmet and looked around, angry, looking for the angel, looking like a trained killer with his automatic pistol in front of him, pointed at wherever he looked, like he wanted to find that angel and kill it.

— And then I saw that mean woman in the white lab coat supervising an operation in which several surgeons were harvesting organs from a living donor who was wired into the VR gear and held immobile with his arms and legs firmly clamped to the chair. They could watch the VR experience this guy was having on a wide wrap around monitor screen behind him and up, over his head. The mean woman got a signal from one of the surgeons as several of them removed a beating heart and then others moved in to harvest the lungs. And then the surgeon who was signalling nodded and gave her the thumbs up (through a thick window) and the mean woman walked to a series of monitors and threw a switch that turned off all life support. Beeping warnings went off, the man in the VR gear began thrashing and trying to kick and then gave up and all the monitors flat lined. The mean woman smiled.

— I fought against waking up at that point, I did not want that dream to end that way. I opened my eyes at 4:15 am and felt like crying, realized I still had 45 minutes before I wanted to wake up to start doing my yoga exercises at 5 am. I felt dis-heartened, I didn’t want to dream anything like that, ever.

— but then I began to see small black and white squares in the darkened universe in front of me with my eyes closed – staring at nothing, and when I looked more closely I saw that guy in the mouse suit and I saw the ‘angel’ come up behind him and clasp his hands on the sides of the ‘mouse’-like helmet and transport the diver to a smallish room with a sand coloured floor, again, the floor looked more like small pebbles than sand, and the mouse-helmeted guy reached for his gun and the angel touched the gun and disappeared with it. That mouse-helmeted guy took his helmet off and looked around, walked around until he bumped into thick glass walls and then walked around with his hand against one wall, left footprints behind himself just deep enough to assure himself that he could find his way back – It became obvious to this guy that he was in a maze and there were incredibly huge sharks swimming around on the other side of the glass, some of them swam at him like they were about to attack and seemed shocked when they hit the wall on their side. At one point the guy that had been wearing the mouse helmet saw beyond what he had come to believe was a huge aquarium, to another dry floored room maybe twenty meters away. That room was lit up a lot brighter than the murky room the guy who had been wearing that mouse helmet was in. He watched several ‘test subjects’ attempt to wake up other test subjects and frantically tell them they were in danger and should get out of there. Some test subjects were so groggy they couldn’t understand what was going on, others gave their would be rescuers the finger and grabbed their gear and went back in to whatever simulated reality they had been enjoying. — One of the test subjects acted like he was stunned, a bit groggy, but thankful for being rescued, then pulled a gun from beside his chair and shot all the freed test subjects he could. Then the angel got that guy and transported him without his gun somewhere else and the couple of test subjects that had successfully played dead or hid themselves got up, grabbed the gun and tried to help any of their friends who weren’t dead.

— The guy who had been wearing the mouse helmet found an axe and picked it up. He continued walking along that wall through twists and turns and found the guy who had shot the would-be escapees, showed him the axe and the other guy nodded and followed the guy with the axe, found a sledge hammer in a murky sand coloured gravel floored room, picked it up and continued to follow the first guy. They found the mean woman – who looked very disheveled and disoriented – lying in the gravel with her tight skirt and stiletto heals. They helped her up and she glared at them like she wanted to kill them for seeing her when she wasn’t in total control of everything that was happening. The three of them walked on until they hit a dead end. The mean woman growled, “You idiots are useless,” took the sledge hammer from the second guy and started slamming against the glass. The guy with the axe took a couple swings, the mean woman nodded approvingly, handed the sledge hammer to the second guy and gestured with a sneer on her face, indicated the glass wall and stepped back – watched the two guys try to smash the glass and searched herself for cigarettes then sighed in frustration, cajoled the two men to try harder until they cracked the glass and swung harder and broke the glass and were deluged by tons of incoming water, swirled around, and gulped the last bits of air they could and held their breath as they were swept out into a huge aquarium and began to kick and try to swim upward toward what they hoped was the surface of the water. But a school of huge sharks came along and the quickest sharks got themselves a tiny between-meal snack.

— Schnarr!

— I still do not want to experience another dream like that, even though I knew it was a dream for more than half of it.

— Shudder!

~~~~~ Jim

I Dreamed a High School Classmate was Blackmailed into being a Hit-Woman –

Tuesday, December 26th, 2017 —> -14˚C / +7˚F, Dark and Clear @ 9:36 pm in Atlantic Canada on Boxing Day ( a Holiday up here ) —

Dog. wth his arm around a cat, snoozing with Holiday lights in the background. — *– This has nothing to do with my dream, but cats and dogs sleeping together? That’s somebody’s dream of Harmony. –*

— I dreamed one of the women I went to high school with told me she’d been blackmailed into killing people for what she called gangsters –

— One of the strange things about this dream, is that she was somebody I didn’t have much to do with in high school and only saw to talk to once since.

— hmmm?

~~~~~ Jim

Buzzing Sound Inside My Head & Home Invasion Dream?

Friday, May 26th, 2017 —> +9˚C / +47˚F & ‘Dark’ & cloudy —> threatening rain @ the dark of the moon in Atlantic Canada @ 4:59 am —> I think today is Jane Kohler’s Birthday —

— Dreams :

—> (1.) — I dreamed I was hearing a buzzing sound. At first I thought I was making that sound, then I wondered if the sound was real, from outside my head. At first I thought the people in my dream would blame me for making that sound, then I wondered if I was the only one in my immediate area who could hear it and the strange looks I was getting was from people who wondered why I looked like I was acutely worried about something. — This dream ended — I might have nearly woken up and then faded back into sleep. —

—> ( 2.) — In real life, in the real world – I fell asleep sitting in a recliner.

— I dreamed I was alone in a house almost identical to the one I lived in for 43 years { not counting several nearly year-long absences when I tried to in Vermont, and New Hampshire, and longer absences when I tried to live in New York State or while I was in the US Navy. —> I figure those absences don’t quite count? }

— Anyway —> I was alone in that house and had been watching rented videos on rented equipment and got very tired and fell asleep in another recliner in the dream – in the dream world.

—> Still dreaming the same dream, I found myself in the basement, walking around, hearing somebody at the back door, and then heard them breaking into the house. I climbed the stairs and discovered myself paralyzed in the recliner, in a room behind the kitchen – reminiscent of our old ‘back room’ that served as a sometimes spare bedroom, sometimes junk collection room, sometime home for a clothes dryer when we had one.

—> Somebody who looked a little like Rutger Hauer had a contraption that looked like an old-time movie projector set up on our kitchen table. I managed to say, “Hey- what are you doing here?” and got his alarmed attention. He drew a knife and came at me, grinning, motioning with his free hand that I should get up and defend myself.

— Like I said, I was paralyzed and couldn’t get up.

— He gave up with the knife and tried to use a very strange-looking electric power saw, but I could move my hands and arms and I managed to block and then push the saw down and I guess broke its connection with its electric cable. The guy looked confused and worried, like I should not be able to know he was there and I should not be able to defend myself from him.

— I asked him, “What the heck are you doing here anyway? Trying to watch some old-time movie?” I had the intuitive feeling that this guy was using ‘black-ops’ ‘extra-dimensional’ technology and wondered if my Yoga training could actually protect me from something like that. I began chanting what was supposed to be Mahatma Gandhi’s favourite chant, “Sri Ram” –

— The guy took off in a big hurry –

— I continued trying to regain complete control of my body, I was getting somewhere and struggling to get up out of the chair. I heard crackling and turned around to see that the guy had set the house on fire on his way out. I thought I better save the rented equipment, then I thought I should call the fire department first, make sure I could get out of the house and then think about saving the rental equipment and my computers, especially the USB key and the hard drive that had all my backed up writing on it.

— I woke up in the real world, realized the dog was sleeping on the floor behind me, looked around to make sure this house wasn’t on fire and hurried to the wash room – Then I wrote this down on my aging Mac Mini and here we are. —> Alive and well in the real world?

~~~~~ Jim

Lost Pieces of a Car at somebody’s wedding?

Monday, May 22nd, 2017 —> 15˚C / 59˚F —> Grey & looking like it wants to rain @ 10:38 am in Atlantic Canada —> It’s Victoria Day —

— Dream: —>

— I was at work. It looked more like my Trucking Company job from the early 70’s than anything since then. One of the guys I was working with was somebody I knew in the eighties when I was working at the Post Office. —> The supervisors sent me and this guy about 20 miles away for something. I had my father’s old 1951 grey Dodge & drove us both to where we had to go – looked like another kind of job site altogether – we got a tour of the place and then I had to go pick something up – My friend got to work and I drove away to pick up the ‘whatever’ – I was on the highway in the rain and the car overheated. I got off the highway and waited, then started up and shifted into drive when the car cooled down. I drove a bit, but the car wasn’t performing, it had slowed down to ‘ridiculous’ – I tried to pull over and ended up driving into an area where I couldn’t go anywhere, but down a steep, nearly un- navigable series of hills and then stopped at the edge of somebody’s property. I looked around and at that property dozens of people were getting ready for a wedding to be celebrated in their garden. I asked a couple guys to help me get the car out of their way. The guys picked up the shell of the car without the wheels, undercarriage or engine and carried it into a barn with the shells of dozens of other cars, all piled ‘willy-nilly’. Somebody had pulled the wiring harness and reduced it to a long rubber coated cable with loads of white plastic square connectors. I watched them take that somewhere and looked around for the rest of the car. I couldn’t find any part of the car anywhere while I was walking around in the middle of bride’s maids who seemed to have become familiar enough with my presence so it didn’t bother them at all that I was there. —> Somehow or other, my friend from work arrived there and looked at me like he was sorry for me, but wanted to make like he didn’t know me, because that would have been too embarrassing in front of all the dressed up, good-looking women at the wedding. —> I kept looking for my car, ended up walking around the house on top of bushes and around a dog that I hoped wouldn’t get territorial and want to bite me. I made it to the front of the house and seemed to be locked out and totally ignored by everybody inside.

— Weird — ,

~~~~~ Jim

Splitting Headache Before Weird Dreams About Open Doors And Strange Things About Pets

Thursday, September 29th, 2016 — 11°C / 51°F — Sunny & Cool in Atlantic Canada @ 10:45 am —

Stonehenge at night. — — Stonehenge At Night – Seems like a fitting image for a Dream Journal Entry —

— I woke up at something like 3:45 am with a wicked headache. Could have been a combination of allergies and sleeping with my neck in a wrong position-?

— So I stumbled around with one eye half open and made a cup of instant coffee – hoping the caffeine would do the trick & went and sat back in the recliner in the living room.

— Woke up a little later with the same degree of ‘wicked’ headache, got up, ate something, took two aspirin and another cup of coffee.

— That appears to have worked. I was able to get up and start the coffee so the love of my life would have one less arduous task to get herself together and out the door on time. But then I sat back down and conked out. I think I heard her going out the porch door.

Very blue river. — — & I’m thinkin’ – these colours from this angle also looks quite dreamlike. The photographer is German, I’m guessing this might be somewhere in Germany. —

***** Dreams :

— I dreamt we replaced our outside east facing door with a more solid door that was half an inch too narrow and tried to compensate by adding a second door – a bifold door with windows – inside the one that didn’t quite close right. — The door blew open a couple times, I gave up and { inside the dream – } tried to get some sleep.

— I turned around and saw a blur on the floor, a weird green cartoon of a dog formed around the blur and looked like a caricature of a dead dog – When I got to look through the green thing, I saw a small dog who was quite lively and not dead. I also saw a cat I was sure was Domino – our dearly departed Bengal Cat – but a bit smaller and maybe younger than Domino when we knew him. I think a couple more smallish animals had gotten into the house while the doors had been open.

— Sigh –, I really miss that cat.

Earlier:

— There were two women I thought I recognized, one of them being long time family friend, Diane P. Torres – who’s got a birthday coming up in about 23 days 🙂 – And while they were busy doing something – I’m not exactly sure what they were doing – I realized I had a celebrity guest who came into the room with the three of us. It was a large room, reminded me of a library in a mansion (?) I’m not sure exactly what I was doing either, but I was slightly south-east of the center of the room and the women were in the north-west, and the celebrity guest came in from farther east and slightly north of me. I thought I should introduce the women to the guest and as I began to do so, realized that the woman I thought was Diane was someone else, so halfway through my introduction speech, I panicked and forgot everybody’s names, I asked the woman who wasn’t Diane, “How formally should I introduce you, tell him you are Miss Chapin?” and then thankfully woke up before I died of embarrassment.

— When I woke up from that is when I realized I had that wicked splitting headache.

Dreamy Banff — — And — another dreamy lookin’ place, Banff, Alberta —

— sigh –,

~~~~~ Jim

Dreams haven’t been so memorable in the last week or so.

Thursday Morning, August 11th, 2016 — 20°C / 68°F & Dark @ 4:22 am in Atlantic Canada — It’s my favourite niece in law’s birthday today. ( she knows who she is 🙂 ) —

Greenish photo of a dock and distant people swimming. — Katy’s Cove, St Andrews, New Brunswick.

— I’m still having dreams that are episodic. I’ll be doing something somewhere with a group of people, then I’ll be somewhere else with different people doing something else, then I’ll come back to the first place and the first bunch of people – and maybe go three or four other places and end up back where I started.

— Since I finished my stint in the Navy I been having these not always pleasant dreams that I’m back in the Navy, and, for instance, someone will come running through my sleeping compartment (where there are dozens of narrow bunks with tubular metal frames stacked up at least five high with not a heck of a lot of room between one bunk and the next -) and say, “hey, get ready, the Captain’s coming down, aren’t you ready for inspection?” & I’ll go into a slight panic, realizing my hair is like a foot longer than ‘regulation’ and I have a beard that the Captain won’t like at all- and I know I’m not wearing regulation footwear and the shoes I’m wearing will never shine to the Captain’s level of approval- So if they’re looking for an excuse to ‘volunteer’ anybody for any kind of ‘doo doo’ detail my number is up.

— Okay, so late Tuesday night / early yesterday morning I dreamed the Navy had somebody come get me and tell me they’d messed up my records, and going back over them, decided I owed them two more years of ‘service’ — Then I was riding in a car, don’t know who was driving, but I knew it was a friend and I knew they were driving me onto some weird little out of the way Navy base that maybe had a twenty year old two story barracks building and two or three old ships, including Amphibious landing craft ships left over from world war two and small destroyer type ships that were slightly larger than PT boats. I got there after dark, the officer of the deck looked at the papers I had and looked like he was confused, shrugged and led me to the sick bay where a doctor on duty scratched his head and shrugged and assigned me a bed, told me he’d give me a physical in the morning. Another dream intervened, like maybe a dream within a dream, and then I heard the doctor clear his throat, and ‘woke up’ in the sick bay bed to see the doctor looking at his watch and then scowling at me. I looked around for a clock and I think I found one, I couldn’t read it, but guessed it was something like 10:00 am when I should have been up and dressed and ready for whatever at 6:00 am —-

— Then, luckily – I woke up in this world and wondered why I still had these weird dreams about being in the Navy. Especially since I’d be way past retirement age and – what the heck use could I have been at my age?

Person swimming in a tipsy world. — Weird angle of Somebody swimming – thought this might fit the mood of a weird dream.

— Shrug –,

~~~~~Jim

Weird Dream In Which Kids were being prodded by their mother to launch a witch hunt?

Monday, August 1st, 2016 — My cousin Lesley’s Birthday 🙂 —

[ — Yesterday we hopped in the van and drove to St Andrews by the Sea and then on to St John, both cities in New Brunswick — on the Bay of Fundy Coast where yesterday’s high and low tides were 23 feet apart. — I should pop some of yesterday’s photos in here — call it a real life happy dream of how every day could be fun and beautiful? — ]

— Last night I had several dreams, I’ve been ‘dreaming up a storm’ lately, remembering lots of details from several dreams, and watching dreams run into each other, sometimes continuing the previous dream, sometimes veering off on a tangent from the previous dream? –

— But I only remember a bit from the last dream. [ It’s been three hours since I had to get up and put out the garbage and the recycling ]

= = = = =

— It looked like a real world setting, I might have been raking leaves in the yard of the house I grew up in or somewhere that felt that familiar.

— A young boy (eight to ten years old?) walked over to me, wrinkled his nose and looked irritated. He said, “I know where there’s a witch living around here -” and looked like he expected me to do something about that.

— I smiled and replied, “So do I -”

— The boy looked confused and worried and turned and looked at a woman who was standing on the sidewalk maybe ten feet away from us, full of righteous indignation over my taking his information in stride. They boy hurried to that woman, who I guessed was his mother. They walked away.

— There were a lot of people walking on the sidewalk that day. I didn’t think about it inside the dream, but it was like I lived near a community centre or even a church that had just finished its services – or something like that.

— I got back to raking my leaves.

— Then I looked up and noticed a young girl, maybe 11 or 12 years old, with the same irritated look the boy had shown earlier, “I know where a witch lives -” she almost growled with more purpose in her voice than the boy had shown.

— I looked past the girl and saw a friendly looking grandmotherly type who’d heard the girl and looked worried by the girl’s tone of voice.

— I nodded, smiled again and said, “I do too, and she’s a good one.”

— The girl looked stunned and horrified, looked at the grandmotherly woman and looked like she was terrified that that woman might cast an evil spell on her or something — Then she ran to where the boy from earlier was standing with the woman who had to be their mother. She was pretty much shaking with rage over the fact that I was not upset by the idea that a witch lived somewhere near there – I have no idea why – but I had a definite feeling that the mother expected me to do something about it, round-up a mob and run the woman out of town or something? I looked up to the sky and wondered how people were falling back into the kind of weird fearful mind-set I thought we all grew out of – hundreds of years ago.

— The woman and her son and daughter gasped at the perfectly harmless smiling older woman. The mother firmly steered her children away from where the woman and I were several yards apart and hustled them down the street the other way.

— I saw a kind of ‘Thank you’ expression on the older woman’s face, especially in her eyes, but then she winced and didn’t say anything, but gave me the feeling that she was thinking, -” I just want to go home where I know I’m safe from the looks and nasty words of people who believe they have a right to warp everybody else’s public opinions. “-

— I woke up wondering why I’d be dreaming about something like this.

~~~~~ Jim

Serial Dreams with Zombies?

Friday, July 29th, 2016 — 22°C / 71°F & Cloudy @ Noon here in Atlantic Canada — Kaylie S.’s Birthday 🙂 —

— Dreams with Zombies? Several Scenarios running into one another? These zombies weren’t particularly scary and they weren’t trying to rip me apart and eat my brain or anything – They did not look like re-animated corpses – [ Maybe I’ve been watching too much of the Political conventions lately? Gack – ] They did have an agenda – I got the creepy feeling that someone was controlling them and sending them out – not so much to do actual harm to the rest of us – who were not zombies (yet?) – They were just massing to block our progress toward a happy world where everyone could feel safe and comfortable and fulfilled? They had a repertoire of modern pseudo-hip gestures that were supposed to make us feel like we were the most un-hip & stupid creatures the universe ever produced. They were like brainless versions of the meanest ultra-Gotta-Be-Popular kids in high school and middle school – who’d never grown out of that? And when several of us came to the conclusion that we had to try to do something to protect – especially teenagers and pre-teen kids – those who were most vulnerable to their evil looks and nasty fowl-mouth put-downs, someone handed me a crowbar – But swinging at them with all my strength didn’t have much of an effect on any of them – their heads rang with a “ping” like a baseball being hit by a hollow metal bat. And the zombies just seemed to be slightly stunned for a second or two, shuddered and then plodded on to complete their missions, whatever those missions were – There were dozens of them, just walking dull eyed and purposefully through a school yard toward a destination I never was quite sure about.

— It was creepy. I almost didn’t want to write this down, didn’t want to remember any of that.

— Shrug –,

~~~~~ Jim

Wednesday, July 27th, — Serial Dreams

Wednesday, July 27th, 2016 — 27°C / 79°F – Sunny & Muggy @ 10:21 am in Atlantic Canada —

In a series of dreams with continuity :

I was working at a newspaper or video news organization with a group of young-ish men and women, some of whom I recognized as having been hyper-critical near bullies in high school, the kind who sneered and never had anything good to say, who usually began a conversation with a sneering fault-finding put-down of whatever person they were talking to. We all had blue and white shirts we were supposed to wear while we were reporting (on the air?) These short sleeved shirts were there for anybody to wear when it was their turn to research or report a story. The shirts looked like they had a plastic coating.
I went to the police with notes. These notes were on about a six inch [ top to bottom ], by three inch wide yellow, lined pad. I was made to feel like I was in trouble with the law. But my notes were thorough – I got my point across to the police officials’ satisfaction – They then brought me to Fire Department investigators who asked me to repeat my story to them and answer their questions. When I got back to the News Office I was happily relieved and told everyone that I had new contacts at the Police Department and The Fire Department. I got some kind of promotion, got my own desk and a bonus large enough to buy my own blue and white shirt so I wouldn’t have to wear one of the communal shirts.
I was with several others, maybe from the news office, maybe a completely different group of people. We were traveling around in an alien (as in Extra-Terrestrial) vehicle that had the capability of transporting us in and out of the consensus time line – we could “phase out” and move around in a nearby parallel dimension where we could see people in our normal time ‘zone’, but they were ‘frozen’ in extreme slow motion. They didn’t know we were there. — While we were phasing in and out and moving around in that dimension, I was taking notes on a smaller yellow lined ‘sticky notes’ pad and secretly leaving messages to the people in the normal time zone.
Back in the news office I was happy to sit at my private desk with my private shirt hanging on a hanger in what may have been my private closet. I got up and moved back to the room where all my colleagues were clustered together with typically four desks together in groups, two side by side facing two more side by side so they almost looked like one large desk with their seams presenting just a bit of groove between desks. It was down time, lunch break or something, and the idle reporters were playing some kind of game with silver balls that looked like ball bearings, but were probably plastic. The balls were different sizes and had slightly different coloured glows so they could be identified as ‘belonging’ to different players. The game they were playing was something between table top Bocce and a very fluid kind of Curling where the players put amazing spin on their balls and the balls roll around in circles and try to knock other players’ balls off the field. I was unfamiliar with the game and asked somebody how it was played and how it was scored. This wise cracking reporter type grinned and said, “You have to have a lot of balls to play this game.”

— shrug –,

~~~~~ Jim

Two Heavy Duty, Uncomfortable, and Strange Dreams.

Thursday, July 7th, 2016:

[ While I was falling asleep our 25 pound cat jumped up on the bed and fell asleep on my right leg. I woke up maybe fifteen minutes later, the cat was gone and my right leg was in pain, the same kind of pain you get with a ‘charly-horse’ – I managed to move into a position that slowly made the pain go away and got my leg to relax.

I really don’t think that has anything to do with these two dreams: ]

-Two heavy duty dreams-

In the first dream, I’m not me, I’m a married guy who’s had a stroke. I’m wheelchair bound and can’t communicate. I know my wife is under too much pressure, is my only advocate and tries her best to explain to doctors what I was like before my stroke and what I would probably like to have them do. The doctors all look at her like they think she has real problem and shake their heads behind her back. Then my wife packs me into our van with our dog and drives two hundred and fifty miles to the motel we went to on our honeymoon. When we get there the motel is closed down, shuttered, plywood nailed over the windows- As she’s standing outside the van with me in a motorized wheelchair inside, she walks the dog, gets him back into the van and stands there looking hopeless when somebody in a motorhome pulls up, opens his window and says, “We’re closed for the season- hey, I remember you two- I’m sorry, and I can see by your license plate you came a long way, if you really need a place to stay for the night, I can let you use the old cabin out back-” and he fishes around for the keys- My dream wife stutters and stammers and blurts that she had so much trouble getting the ‘puppy’ into the van- and I can see her tears and know that when we came here on our honeymoon we met that man’s mother, who was rescuing cats, and she fell in love with the kittens and I promised her, I don’t know how many years ago that was (in the dream) that when we got settled I would drive her back up here and we could get one of the kittens she wanted so badly. We never did. In my semi-paralyzed state, I can see that she doesn’t want to ask the man if his mother is still alive. I wonder if my wife is having a stroke and I’m helpless to help her.

When I woke up I thought that dreaming I was somebody else was really weird and I also thought it was very strange that I didn’t have a clue as to what my wife’s name was, or what the character who was me in the dream – what his name was. I realized my leg was not throbbing with pain and I guess drifted quickly back to sleep.

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In the second dream I’m somebody else again, I’m sick, I have a hacking cough and I think I’m secretly dying of cancer or something like that. A gay friend who was about the only person who was ‘there for me’ when I was devastated by an ugly divorce, comes to see me and he makes me dinner. He might be the only one of my friends who suspects that I am really as sick as I am. After I was going through my divorce and this guy wasn’t around, ( I think he took a job somewhere else or something ) I had several friends laughingly tell me that I was the only person in ‘our circle’ who didn’t know that this guy was gay. As I’m hacking and gasping, he comes over and puts his arms around me and gives me a couple expensive gifts. I nearly collapse, turn around and cough and gasp and spit some blood into a tissue and hide it. My gay friend says, “We have to get you to a doctor, don’t you worry about a thing, now that we’re a couple I will take care of you.” As I’m shaking I reach onto a hutch and give him a couple trinkets that were identical to pieces of jewelry in a movie we both liked in those bad old days. In the movie a man gave these pieces of jewelry to a woman who thought he was getting up his courage to ask her to marry him. In the movie a weird character looked at the jewelry and laughed, “Oh – don’t you know what this means? These are symbols that would tell any gay person that there is no real attraction there at all – See? This one has the number “3” inscribed on the back and this one has the number “2” – together they add up to “5” and we all know what happens when you divide 5 in half, you get a fraction-” My gay friend looks at me with tears in his eyes, sniffs, “Omigod, I’m sorry, you’re really not gay at all, are you? I better go-” and runs out the door, leaving dinner burning on the stove while I gasp and cough and collapse on my couch.

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I woke up wondering where the silly numbers came from and whether they meant anything at all.

I also wondered if I was intercepting somebody else’s dreams.

~~~~~ Jim