Had a bad-guys-kidnapping-us dream. I had killed one guy with a ball peen hammer to the back of the skull, and was about to smash another one's head with a cast-iron skillet. Then I woke up before the alarm. Either I don't have many such violent dreams or I suppress their memory.

I was leaving a meeting, walking through a lobby, and Harry S Truman handed me the morning mail. I said, "Thank you very much, Mr. Truman ( Read more... )

I was in military uniform, standing guard outside the Isadore Street door to the cathedral here. I went in during the Eucharistic Prayer and knelt on one knee in the aisle, after taking off the two helmets (?) I wore. As people lined up to receive communion, someone put his hands under my arms and lifted me to my feet, saying, "Let me help you, ( Read more... )

I was working in some awful fast-food place, where the whole crew had sat down together for family meal (which would never happen). I had to get up from the table for something and I left my plate (big greasy juicy double bacon cheeseburger and a mountain of fries) on the table. When I came back, this fat slob was getting up to go eat in another ( Read more... )

Another "can't get out of here" dream, this time in a gigantic hotel.

Really, Doctor Freud?

I was in a school, lots of people there I knew, and whatever event was going on was over and it was time to leave. Then EVERYbody seemed to be stopping us to talk. Finally, when I started to get angry, I said, "We really HAVE to go," and headed for the exit ( Read more... )

A couple of weeks ago I had a very happy and good dream about a long kitchen shift in some fun restaurant. Last night I got a reminder of why I stay in the back with the knives and the fire ( Read more... )

So many of my dreams are about trying to get somewhere and being frustrated at every turn. This morning was no exception ( Read more... )

First I was at a party on July 4th with a lot of people at some woman's house. She was making pasta, for which her sauce was famous. Most of the people left, but I stayed to help cook. There was red sauce tracked all over the floor. Then her man's crazy former girlfriend showed up when I stepped outside and I tried to get her to leave, but she ( Read more... )

I was in another school. Kids were going on some kind of field trip called a Krank (oddly, German for "sick") trip, in shifts. A teacher asked me if I knew what the Krank trip was for that day. (I had earlier that morning heard a teacher griping that she didn't know where to take the kids.) I said I wasn't sure, and asked why she wondered. She said ( Read more... )