I dreamt I was in New York for work and it was taking the typically strange twists and turns, such as New York looked an awful lot like the U District in Seattle and I didn’t recognize any of my co-workers. At one point, I was napping on a cot in a Safeway and saw a coworker who was embarrassed to see me in that situation. I went to leave and the detectors went off because I’d forgotten that I put a pair of socks in my pocket, so was detained while they got a manager to approve my release. A short time later I was on the bus with Janet Jackson, who I’d gone to high school with and who appreciated my friendship since it wasn’t based on her fame. I got off the bus with my friend Tony, we went to his house and he was showing me his light show on his computer. It was dark and foreboding outside and I kept thinking I caught glimpses of his deceased mom (who is still alive in real life) since he was living in their old house. But just as I was leaving his brother and his brothers kids came home from selling church cookies, and I was amazed that it was 4:45am so made my exit. Unfortunately, Tony’s dog ( a large German Shephard – BTW he does not have a dog in real life) ) was threatening me on the way out when my dream ended.
Strange and vivid dream last night. We were at our home when a low flying American Airlines jet passed over head. Moments later we heard a crash, and I raced over there while calling 911. It had crashed into St. Al’s near our house, and afew other people were there and I has having a hard time connecting with 911 so just hung up. But miraculously, people were already getting treated, including the pilots, and despite the large plane there were no fires and no one seemed killed. I looked around, and noticed the peoplel. Laying around, and started talking to the pilot, who was sitting up and getting treatment inside the plane. He was telling me that the crash had been caused as a window washer had left the plane window cracked open; he said normally window washers alert the pilot when they are washing the windows, and the pilot draws with their finger on the window that a washer is on the outside of the plane, but the washer had forgotten to notify him (or he just hadn’t marked it) and the plane took off with some of the doors or windows open so the plane lost pressure and crashed. The only fatality had been the windows washer (who’d been swept off the plane) and I remember feeling sad for the poor window washer. The dream ended there… I am no longer afraid of flying but do think sometimes how one of these small planes or jetliners could crash into houses, since they are always flying overhead. The jetliners are less worrisome (and annoying) than the small planes. Anyway, I think the dream tapped into that fear a bit – why, I don’t know. Or possibly it has to do with the helplessness of Irma slamming into the innocient people of the Carribean… With all the talk of Hurricane Irma (and rightfully so), it will be a lot less destructive to that region than the Conquistadors were!!!!
What a strange dream. We were traveling from our house to LA, but did so in a circuitous route and along the way made a pre-planned stop at the Trumps house in New Jersey. It was a small home, like a suburban condo, and honestly I was a little initimidated in my dream by Trump in the sense he was moody and I didn’t want to deal with him in a bad/ranting mood, so was interacting with kid gloves. He liked football, as did his son, and was showing me highlights of his favorite game which was the Dolphins vs. the Jets in the 1960s with a shocking drop-kick ending that gave the Jets the victory as time expired. Trump was mumbling a little as he showed this, and I wasn’t sure why it was his favorite game and didn’t want to offend him by asking him to repeat it. Then it was time to leave, we got a car to the airport, we boarded a plane and flew out for Napa where were going to meet our now grown kids’ former nanny (wth?) who was joining us for the final leg of the trip, and we were glad to not be around Trump and his delicate mood anymore. We very specifically did not talk politics with him, and I didn’t mention the presidency. It was a vivid dream. As I said at the top – very strange.
I wa with my family (especially parents) and we were at a skyscraper hotel near Disneyland that required many elevators and a ladder to get up to. I was scared, of course, by the height of it, but also worried about the possibility of a quake in California while we were so high. That was the overriding theme of the dream.
I had a vivid dream last night that I’d re-accepted a teaching position at the high school I used to teach at. In the dream, I accepted the position and was teaching Freshman English a few minutes later, but had not yet quit my former job or told Wife M. I was slightly worried about our finances but figured I’d worry about that later. I felt very confident about assuming control in the classroom with no notice, and was explaining to the kids the exciting new changes I would be implementing. It was a very vivid, memorable dream.
Two nights ago, I dreamed about my old neighborhood in Ballard, except the homes behind us sat on a rise and they were large opulent houses, like something you might find in pockets of Magnolia and Capitol Hill. In my dream, my parents were living in that area behind our house, and for some reason we kept trying to head there to visit, but despite ts close proximity were running into problems such as two dogs that kept getting in front of our car. There was also a woman there about our age who didn’t like me, kept calling me obnoxious, which hurt my feelings… I always have haunting/strange dreams about the areas surrounding my childhood home (in the past few months, the area above the Locks was a wooded hill, the land behind us sat on a hard to reach point, and many times in my life I’ve dreamed the gulley at the end of the block was a dangerous jungle/forest), so that wasn’t unusual. I believe the person who didn’t like me was a girl from my childhood, E, who always found my hyperactivity annoying; she and I never really hung out or talked, but had mutual friends plus attended school together, so we saw each other often. I remember in our tween years she was always making sarcastic comments around me and she lived in that area in my dream, so I suspect she made a random appearance there. I have not seen her or thought of her other than in passing in over 30 years — strange how that happens 🙂
Last night, I dreamed I was on the bus from downtown, which I dream about sometimes. The route was a long meandering one that my dream concocted, and there were two hipster guys (random people generated by my dream) who were sitting back by me, yakking it up and passing out treats from their deli. I ended up at a local pre-school, and I was supposed to join the school on a local field trip to the zoo, which was downtown in my dream, but we stopped for cupcakes first; I was concerned because I forgot to check in at the front desk and didn’t want them to think I was a stranger, so checked in with one of the teachers and was told that the person who had sponsored me was sick that day but I was welcome to join them another time, which I declined and left, but as I was leaving I was concerned because the school bus (which looked like a train) had pulled out in front of a car and nearly been hit, so I was worried about the driver’s ability to keep the kids safe. Then the dream switched and I was in our car with wife M, abd we were trying to drive up Queen Anne but having a difficult time of it, because first an older couple in front of us was driving way too slow, then they got behind a small car pulling a boat up the hill so it was even slower going, and I was really frustrated, complainingn about people who drive too slow and don’t pull over to let other cars by and also about people who walk out in street instead of using sidewalks. Then the car in front of us lost some of its boat supplies, so we got out to collect them but the people kept going so I was telling M we should just keep them. WHile we were stopped, we got pulled into a strange party that was a mixture of cake baking and a mystery theater and a costume party, and I was worried in my dream that the party was going to get really weird. It was a strange dream, and I was glad when the dream ended 🙂
I don’t recall the plot of my dream last night, but do remember the setting: Sunset Hill near the locks was a tall forested hill with an inn sitting atop it, and the Ballard Locks behind it was more like a very long park as opposed to a locks. I have dreamt before that Sunset Hill is more of a wildnerness park setting with a hard-to-access point on the far right (almost like West Seattle) and that the locks are less about locks and more about a very long (left to right) park…
Regarding Sunset Hill having a point, my paperroute as a kid used to take me down past the railroad bridge to a road that ran for a single isolated block, dropping down to the railroad tracks level. There were perhaps 5 or 6 houses along that street, with a row of trees on one side (witht he railroad tracks behind those trees) and the houses on the other (the houses were on a bluff, with the channel and bay below, so must have had a splendid view). By the time I reachd the last house, the road was practically at the tracks just before they turned to run over a long draw bridge, so it was a very isolated spot, almost like a point. I think in my dreams I convert those houses (and especially the last house) to a point.
It was actually an intimidating stretch of the route. I was isolated, with a lot of bushes, and there were a fair number of homeless people who rode the trains and lived near the tracks in those days (and maybe still do, I don’t know), so I was usually on high alert when I was on that section of my route. My dad had warned me, too, since he himself had been chased by three homeless men as a kid when he was on those same tracks.
IMPORTANT NOTE: This journal is meant in no way to imply that all homeless people are dangerous (how many would-be child molestors probably lived in houses in my neighborhood? Maybe a few). But it was an intimidating section 🙂
In a dream I had last night, modified Zoot Suits were stylish. This was not the plot of the dream, but something I noticed in it. The modified zoot suit did not have the long tails, but it has the basic style of the jacket and the hat, with bright colorful mid-sized checkers as the color (the one I remember had dark and purple and gray checkers). Imagine a tailored zuit suit that was not baggy and long but had the same feel and gist to it, and that was this style. It actually looked pretty cool. I think I dreamt this because Janet Jackson’s Alright (with the Heavy D rap) has been playing on my Spotify – I always loved that video and that song, especially the Heavy D version, and especially the extended version where Heavy D’s baritone voice comes on early in the song (“It’s allll riiiggghhht…”). 🙂
My friend IB has been a very good friend for over 15 years. She met and married a good guy over 5 years ago, and they have two beautiful daughters. So it was a very strange dream last night that wife M, my family and I were staying in a nice hotel and happened to bump into my friend, who was dressed formally with a large gathering of people in what turned out to be her surprise wedding to an obnoxious man who I’ve never seen before.
When I saw IB in the lobby of my dream, she was insisting I ride an elevator up with her, and it was to show me her wedding, which was about to start. My parents and wife joined us up there, and the wedding commenced, but it was not a clearly defined wedding in my dream, it seemed like a bizarre type of festival or party. I was a little offended/surprised that she hadn’t invited me and felt like an uninvited guest, and everyone was reassuring me that I (me) was to be invited the entire time, that it was meant to be a surprise. On every level, it was a strange dream, and possibly rooted in that friend IB didn’t use wife M as her agent last year, plus my other friend T didn’t really (officially or directly) invite us to his wedding. At any rate, it was an odd dream that in no way featured IB’s actual husband…
This is a silly thing, but one of my great badges of honor is that friend IB is an attractive Spanish woman (a coworker once said she was so attractive he took his breath away every time we had a sales meeting) who for many years was my terrific friend, and because of work we had to travel together and we had many lunches together and she even spent Christmas with our family one year, and after many years of this she told my wife indirectly that I never showed any hint of wanting to be more than friends with her or any other female coworker/friend (what she said was she always assumed I had a low sex drive 🙂 ). I love this, because I was always certifiably girl crazy and am 100% heterosexual (men are actually quite disgusting), so the fact I am so true to my wife and it is eveident to other women to the point a very close friend didn’t think I was phyically attracted to anyone made me feel very happy. It goes back to what I always tell the kids, that other than murdering someone cheating on a spouse is probably the worst thing you can do, and just like there are a few people in this world I would truly love to whack but never will, I would never dream of even mentally cheating on my wonderful wife M 🙂 ).
Dreamt that it was my birthday and wife M threw a large party for me. The party was on a huge field with a grassy beach below (not unlike the Scottish and Irish countrysides we were just at), and I was late coming home from work so wife M had turned it into a pseudo surprise party. There were a lot of people there, including Mike B from my dad’s 1980s softball team, my long-deceased grandma and my deceased aunt (people were both commenting how attractive they were, saying that must be where I got my good looks), and my college friend Jeff H. It was a very crowded party, but the field in front of our house and the beach below were so big it didn’t feel overly crowded.
Now the dream veered – my police friend B wanted to take me for a ride in a “retired” squad car so we drove along Broadway in Seattle. We were chatting when a real police car passed us going the other way, so B quickly veered into a parking space, but that quick action caught the attention of the police, who pulled in behind us. B was alarmed (and I felt guilty he was going to be in trouble) so he leapt out and tried to radio the squad car behind him to try to talk his way out of trouble as a professional courtesy. But they weren’t responding as he radio’d them, so in frustration he instructed me to stay put and walked back to the police car.
As I waited for him, a metro bus slammed into our car and intentionally rammed us forward. I realized we were in a bus stop zones, so let the bus continue to push me forward while I scooted to the driver’s set and braked the car passed the zone. As the bus passed, the driver and I exchanged profanities, and I stepped out of the car to call metro to complain about him as I wandered down Broadway. But the line that answered was a restaurant, and the staff there was also rude to me, so I crossed the street, walked into that restaurant (so conveniently located across the street), and exchanged a few more profanities with the staff (the restaurant was closed in preparation for dinner) before telling them it was my birthday, which cooled them off a little bit.
Finally, I used their restroom, marched out into the street, and walked along a back street behind Broadway that doesn’t actually exist in an attempt to try to relocate the police car. Here, the dream ended…
I get why Jeff H and even B was in the dream, but why people who I have not seen in so many years? Interestingly, I barely had a chance to speak to my grandma, who I loved dearly and who died in 1980 – if she were at my birthday party I’d make a special attempt to talk to her. I think friend B was in my dream because he called me recently to see if I was going to our high school reunion. Europe had a vivid influence on my dream – the fields near our house were like the Scottish and Irish countrysides, and the back alley behind Broadway was like so many small lanes crisscrossing the cities of Europe.