Dream – 5/11/2008
Note that Brett Favre anounced his retirement from pro football on March 6, 2008, and asked the Packers for his release on July 11, 2008).
I am on a school bus. There are lots of preteen, teenage girls on it, too. Brett Favre comes on in his Green Bay Packer uniform and starts to answer the girls’ questions. They ask two or three, and then he runs out the door of the bus.
One girl then asks everyone some math question that seems really weird. The answer is 1.
Dream – 4/9/2008
I walk into a flea bag motel that has a nasty old gym in it. Like one of those athletic clubs that they let go to pot. Lots of guys sitting around in the lobby. I go into a large room with weight machines. There are large glass windows so you can see inside the room.
There are several chairs and beds (mostly ratty old mattresses on wire cots) in the room. Guys, clothed, lie on the beds waiting for massages. I lie down on one of the beds after a man leaves. He comes back and sits next to me. Uncomfortable, I get up.
I see an unoccupied bed and go there to lie down. The massage guy comes over to me and starts to talk about how much massages cost there. He says I can have one right now or I can make an appointment and come back. I start to take my clothes off. He says to put them back on. I say I may as well have the massage now since I am already there.
He looks young, muscular, a black mesh shirt and black shorts … a Tom Selleck looking face without the mustache. He has very curly, light brown hair dripping with a greasy liquid. He asks if I want to buy any products, too. He says he has to push the products. I say no.
He goes off, supposedly to prepare to give me my massage. But he never comes back. I wonder if I made a mistake. But I am sure he told me to wait, that he’d be right back.
Dream – 4/9/2008
I am walking through a warehouse. Tom Bosley (the dad on “Happy Days”) is sitting on a chair talking to movie extras about the roles they will be playing in a movie his is directing. I am with a few people, none of us are involved in this movie. I stop and ask Mr. Bosley what the name of the movie is that they will be filming.
He says, “The Road to Kaukauna.” I laugh really hard. Who would ever want to go to Kaukauna, I wonder. Nobody will watch that movie.
*As a disclaimer, I must note that I have several friends and relatives who grew up and/or live in Kaukauna, Wis. It is a lovely place. Note that this is only a dream and that I have no control over what happens in it.
Dream – 4/9/2008
A room in a building. Like the bridge of the USS Enterprise. Looking out windows … aliens are coming. We need to hide. I go into a utility closet with a few others. The aliens have boarded and are at the door to the utility closet. I open the door and start to stab one with a sword. Then I realize it is just a movie and have to be careful to stab where the bag of fake blood is hidden under the costume. There are more battles and I have to be careful not to actually hurt anyone.
Dream – 1982
I had this dream while attending the University of Wisconsin at Madison in 1982. Before I had this dream, I had a victim’s mentality. Oh woe is me. All this bad stuff happens to me and I am so sad and I have no control over anything. It didn’t happen overnight, but this dream showed me that what was in my past was in my past and there was nothing that could be done about it. But I did have control (at least some) over the rest of my life.
And without further adieu, here is said dream:
I was looking down at the Doors’ first album. You know, the kind made of black vinyl before they started all this CD stuff… Anyway, I was the album. It was like I was looking both down at the album and up from the album to me at the same time. Weird.
So, I’m watching me look at the album, and I could see Side A. I could see the grooves in the record. I could see the label with all the text, the names of the songs, Elektra’s butterfly logo,the hole in the center for the spindle, the whole bit.
Suddenly, the album is turned over. Side B contains no grooves, no red label, nothing. It has not been recorded yet.
It is up to me to decide what gets recorded on the rest of the album (or my life).
Dream – 2/17/2008
I am taking photos of the Farm Family of the Year for the newspaper. They are halfway between Milwaukee and Madison, Wis. I live in both places … an apartment.
The road from Milwaukee to their farm is almost all interstate, fast and straight. The road from their farm to Madison is curvy, slow. I get there from Milwaukee and am to go to Madison when I am finished.
Three people … and older man and woman, plus their daughter perhaps … are there. I try taking photos inside the house of the man and woman. I get a camera that looks more like a clear case for eyeglasses. I open it up. I think it is working, but it has no indicators and no flash.
I tell them I have to get a camera with a flash to make sure I get a good photo. The other person walks around doing household chores while we are trying to get the photo done.
Dream – 2/4/2008
I go into a hospital, up the elevator, to a nurse’s station. Pain in my lower abdomen and groin. I lie on a table in a room. A kid and his dad are there, too. The boy plays with a game and sits on my table. I move to be alone. I go over by the window and sit on a table. The kid comes over again. Geez. I need to be by myself.
I have a cell phone and I call my girlfriend to let her know where I am. I tell her I am on the ninth floor, in Room 7.
I look outside across the street. There is a aconcert starting in front of a fraternity house. I think it might be The Elms that are going to play, but I realize that is not Chris at the drums.
The musicians are many and of varied ethnic backgrounds. There are two white drummers, three Asian female singers on the right wearing short shorts, a male Asian lead singer, three black women backup singers on the left who all have long dresses on. One of the backup singers has a large black bug fly into her mouth while she is singing. One of the other girls swats at it before it goes in her mouth. She keeps singing after it goes in. What a pro!
I am out of the room now, but re-enter. It’s now dark outside. The room is more like a bedroom now, with a dresser and bed. My girlfriend enters with me. A kid sits on the bed … a boy. An iron bust of a knight holding a baseball bat is on the dresser. I pick up a small ball from the boy and pitch it to the knight. He hits the ball into the center of the room weakly.
Dream – 12/31/2008
Actress Mary Steenburgen, dressed in old fancy frilly white dress, is on the back of an old riverboat with a baby. It’s night. The boat stops moving and she gets scared that she and the baby won’t get where they are going and that they may be in danger.
She recalls that she was told if you rub the baby’s head you will have good luck. She picks the baby up and gently rubs it’s head with a blue plastic blanket.
Soon, a voice tells her not to worry. The ship she’s on is 11 times as strong and fast as the Flying Dutchman. From above, I see this ship begin to light up. Then, a different ship is seen in the water and it is much brighter … very highly illuminated.
The second ship becomes even more illuminated as it turns toward Mary Steenburgen’s ship. The second ship aims its bow at the first ship and runs toward it, striking the side and causing damage.
Mary and the baby are still on the back of the first ship and in apparent danger. But somehow they get off the ship before it gets destroyed and everything is OK.
Dream – 12/23/2008
A bunch of old oddball guys sitting at a table. An old house. They’re dead, but living – zombies. A young woman and a man visit often. I am there for the first time.
The men want the woman to go get them something to eat. They can not leave the house or they will die for good. “We hadn’t had pizza for 15 years until she came here,” one of the zombies says to me.
There are then scenes like an old black and white B movie. Some tinting. We see odd angles, shots of visitors outside the house. A soundtrack has eerie music and commentary from a narrator.
The lady is shown with branches of a tree growing from her head. The narrator says something about being alive, but the branches of her past are withered and died. So she is emotionally and spiritually dead, even while she is physically alive. We see leaves fall off the branches and they turn from green to gray.
Then we see Roddy McDowell’s profile. He was the young man. The woman was a blonde, like you’d see a pretty blonde with short hair in an Alfred Hitchcock thriller. Roddy’s profile, with backlighting and shadows and his haircut and slight beard, make him look sort of like a monkey.
The narrator says something about our perception … how we look at things or in what context we see them … and how that makes them appear different. The lighting changes and Roddy shifts his head slightly, and we see that he is indeed a man, not a monkey at all.
There are several of these kinds of scenes, usually with the narrator asking questions of the audience. Like do we really think this is so, when we see something else appears.
Dream – 12/16/2008
Dad and I watching TV. One robot is lying on the ground, dying. It’s an old robot. He looks a little like Ironman. Another robot, younger looking, is turning a handle on the older robot’s chest. Dad asks why.
I said that’s what the younger one used to do when the older one would get sick. He was a baby robot when the other one took him in. He doesn’t know that turning the handle this time will not work … or he knows it and does it anyway … because he doesn’t know what else to do. It makes him feel better to do it.
The younger robot removes the breastplate from the older robot and we see a chest cavity filled with metal filings. They move slowly around like sand shifts in an hourglass and surround a “heart” that is beating (or flashing) irregularly.
A small, rat-like cartoonish animal watches from a hole in the wall.
They are all in a series of caves. The animal hears a noise in the caves. Some other bad robot has some near. It is a danger. The animal will divert its attention so it doesn’t come this way and disturb the two robots.
