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.
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…”). 🙂
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.
We were going somewhere — on a trip — but R didn’t want to go, so we were leaving him, and wife M and I were helping him with final arrangements and I was very nervous for him. In my dream, he was probably 13 or 14. Of course, the dream was related to our trip later this year where he is staying behind – he is pretty much an adult and it won’t be the first time and he is 100% capable and he specifically does not want to go (what college age kid wants to spend 2 weeks with their parents?), but I am none-the-less slightly nervous on his behalf 🙂 I love having nearly grown kids but also do miss when they were younger, those bundle-of-energy school age kids who wore me out all the time — it’s not that I want my kids to be young again (I love who they are now), but I miss those young kids I spent so much time with who basically don’t exist anymore 🙂 I think I am mourning those times some times, although I also wouldn’t trade in my times now. Darn it, I want all those times 🙂
The dream changed a little at that point. Before we left, my friend and our friend E were there and they were going on a (platonic) trip together. In life, I don’t even know that they know each other, and both are in partnerships (one is married, the other in a long-term commitment), and I would not picture them together in a million years, but in the dream I — and I think my friend T — were hoping they would bond and it would turn into a romantic trip. I was giving him some advice on what kind of music (rock music — WTH?) he should play for her. I think it is interesting I put them together in my dream – they are night and day and nothing alike, although both of them at some point has disappointed me on one level or another although both are good people.
Later, the dream morphed into a long drive that was almost like a computer game or something out of Tron, where we were driving south to Tuscon in a kind of digital setting. When we got to Tuscon, it was the ocean (of course – always some weird twist in a dream) and we were actually attending some kind of seminar or conference, except the person who was supposed to be leading it was an old man and had submerged himself in the ocean (which reminded me of Hawaii’s ocean – clear and white sands) for a very long time. “Shouldn’t we pull him up?” I asked my wife but she commented he obviously knew what he was doing. My alarm went off about here…
My dreams of late have had a dusk-like feel to them, and today was slightly brighter — not like real life, but not so dark either except for a stretch in the beginning. Wife M thinks I am having these dreams because I am having troubles with my vision in general, and seeing dark things in particular.