Dream: Scary Old Man
I did have a wicked cool dream yesterday morning about ice-cream shops and car crashes and bombs and games... but I'm writing down this morning's first.
There was more to the start of the dream.... something about my old high school changing their mascot from a Demon to an ox or something. They even changed the school colours from green and gold to dark blue and light blue. Icky. My old 7th grade basketball coach was there too... only he was a track coach. I tried to offer assistance on the track field, but they wouldn't have it... and Jordan and I walked through the halls on the way out... and got invited to nab some food from a buffet table. They had all the cakes I saw at my work holiday party (Fri night), but couldn't sample... so they gave me a big plate and I loaded up!
For some reason, Jordan disappears in this dream at this point. He is replaced by Ted.
I was supposed to get a ride from Ted (an old b/f)... but he drove away without me... which is to say-- typical Ted behaviour (part of why I dumped him to begin with). After chasing the car for a while, I sat on a grassy hill at the park near my 'rent's house and watched Ted drive erratically away. Several college aged kids drove up and parked their big, black SUV near a stationary charcoal grill. They got out and set up for a BBQ... but right after they got their fire going, they lit some sticks and threw them across the street into this old man's yard where they burned with green flame. He had two large, twisted pine trees that blacked out his whole front yard.... and a thick cake of pine needles I was sure would start fire.
I debated for a moment-- I didn't want to get involved, but the man might not be home and his yard might catch fire and burn. I made my decision, ran down the hill, and started to collect the burning sticks. As I collected the ones near the entrance, the old man came out and yelled at the fellows across the street.
He came back 'round and thanked me for my assistance. I asked him if they'd done this before. He said they'd never done it, but they would again. How did he know, I asked... I went into his home to ask... behind the man, in the entry, was a wall of graves where they entomb bodies (like they do in New Orleans... or in a morgue). His house looked like a haunted house, but it was so cheery and bright inside-- a great contrast to the outside. We went upstairs... and sat at a long dining table. I told him I'd help him out any time he'd like to scare those fellows.... because, he said, I looked like a witch and I told him he looked like a scary old man... and his house was so perfect, we could probably scare the socks off those kids! The old man agreed. I got up to leave, but asked the old man to call me if he needed anything.
He didn't have my number, so I wrote it down... I started with my address too... only, the old man could read minds or something because, just before I wrote the street number down, he told me what it was... and the apartment number... the zip code... my phone number. I didn't ask any questions... and shortly afterwards, I left... well, I woke up... but I suppose that's the same as leaving.
There was more to the start of the dream.... something about my old high school changing their mascot from a Demon to an ox or something. They even changed the school colours from green and gold to dark blue and light blue. Icky. My old 7th grade basketball coach was there too... only he was a track coach. I tried to offer assistance on the track field, but they wouldn't have it... and Jordan and I walked through the halls on the way out... and got invited to nab some food from a buffet table. They had all the cakes I saw at my work holiday party (Fri night), but couldn't sample... so they gave me a big plate and I loaded up!
For some reason, Jordan disappears in this dream at this point. He is replaced by Ted.
I was supposed to get a ride from Ted (an old b/f)... but he drove away without me... which is to say-- typical Ted behaviour (part of why I dumped him to begin with). After chasing the car for a while, I sat on a grassy hill at the park near my 'rent's house and watched Ted drive erratically away. Several college aged kids drove up and parked their big, black SUV near a stationary charcoal grill. They got out and set up for a BBQ... but right after they got their fire going, they lit some sticks and threw them across the street into this old man's yard where they burned with green flame. He had two large, twisted pine trees that blacked out his whole front yard.... and a thick cake of pine needles I was sure would start fire.
I debated for a moment-- I didn't want to get involved, but the man might not be home and his yard might catch fire and burn. I made my decision, ran down the hill, and started to collect the burning sticks. As I collected the ones near the entrance, the old man came out and yelled at the fellows across the street.
He came back 'round and thanked me for my assistance. I asked him if they'd done this before. He said they'd never done it, but they would again. How did he know, I asked... I went into his home to ask... behind the man, in the entry, was a wall of graves where they entomb bodies (like they do in New Orleans... or in a morgue). His house looked like a haunted house, but it was so cheery and bright inside-- a great contrast to the outside. We went upstairs... and sat at a long dining table. I told him I'd help him out any time he'd like to scare those fellows.... because, he said, I looked like a witch and I told him he looked like a scary old man... and his house was so perfect, we could probably scare the socks off those kids! The old man agreed. I got up to leave, but asked the old man to call me if he needed anything.
He didn't have my number, so I wrote it down... I started with my address too... only, the old man could read minds or something because, just before I wrote the street number down, he told me what it was... and the apartment number... the zip code... my phone number. I didn't ask any questions... and shortly afterwards, I left... well, I woke up... but I suppose that's the same as leaving.