Last Night

 An endless string of nightmares last night. Nothing I care to revisit or describe here, but it left me quite exhausted this morning. 

A Dream Last Night

My coworker Zach was leaving the office in a suit but carrying a full garbage bag. I asked where he was going,  and he said he was taking his daughter (he only has an infant son) to see Frozen on Ice, and he left. But a minute later he returned,  and sheepishly said he didn't know why he said that,  because he'd actually taken her to see it "yesterday" and that they both really enjoyed it. 

Then I had to make a handwritten journal entry in of of several hardcover blank notebooks my boss Krystynne kept atop the kitchen microwave (only it was on the wall with the snacks). She was making us record our thoughts on the Brewers for posterity bc she was convinced they were going to win the pennant. 

That somehow led to me going to Mass in a small/ moderate sized chapel with sunlight coming through large narrow windows behind the Priest. A wedding was taking place at the Mass. My Godmother was there and asked me about the Parish, but I told her I was just attending because of my work schedule, and that we still shared a home parish.  I did tell her that in my experience the church and Priest were rather "trad" aka traditional but at that moment the wedding couple was revealed to be a lesbian couple and I looked a bit of a fool.  Aside from their unkempt hair,  which I thought inappropriate for the occasion,  they each wore awful,  tho contrasting, suits. 

From there I was,  in the present,  working on a mound in my Little Grandpa's garage. As always,  the garage had no electricity,  so the only light came from the open entry door behind me.  

On this mound were my dishwasher arms, only in this reality they were made of malleable rubber and super long,  six to ten feet each.  I scrubbed and cleaned each,  noting the calcification and dirt blocking each of the spray holes.  The whole time I was very afraid of mice.

After I was done I went outside the garage,  to the area just north of it, on the east side of the yard,  where the lilac tree used to be. Here, in the bright sun,  was a terraced garden.  There were giant grasshoppers, and while I was excited to see them, and their unusual appearances, I was hesitant to try and capture them.  

I knew I could, as I have many times,  but it was me holding myself back. The fear of starting a physical action that might fall short of past efforts, that might cause me physical pain,  that might be embarrassing - this,  clearly,  was my brain scolding me for having the same thoughts when I am contemplating everyday activity. Sad.

But I overcame my hesitation and tried to catch (and release) one,  a gorgeous one with huge shiny black eyes,  and just as I caught one . . . 

I woke up. 

A Dream

Last night I dreamt that Lisa and I toured my old house on Windlake Ave, one I last stepped foot in when I was four or five. I expected it to be in bad shape, given that the neighborhood has taken a lot of knocks over the decades, but I was wrong. A heavyset black woman lived there with her children, and it was in meticulous shape. She'd painted elaborate, gorgeous murals on each wall, and the layout was (what I remember as being) the same, minus some changes that were the subject of discussion with her. 

Then I was recruiting for a sports league, one that combined soccer and roller skating, and I was trying to think outside the box. I was at a Target and noticed the parents with small children were adapt at shuffling their feet to keep their kids in tow, and this mimicked the motion of the sport. I instructed my staff to scour department stores and watch for the movement, offering contracts to the best. 

Then I was at an elaborately long dinner table in a restaurant, part of a large dining group, and the server announced they would be serving pizzle. I said no thanks and suggested the group go to another place down the road. 

A Dream

 Another wild dream last night. 

Both our cars were parked on our slab behind the house. I backed into the alley with my Mazda and boom, this dark sedan zips past me, squeezes dangerously close to Lisa's car, and drives into my backyard. 

Fool, I thought, he can't get out the front, there's no room. Now, this fails to explain how he fit his car through the standard person-sized gate to the backyard, but hey, it was a dream. 

Largely to protect my yard from damage, I went to tell the driver he couldn't get out that way and would have to reverse his steps. 

There were two guys in the car, both heavily bearded, both without mustaches, and creepy as heck. 

In the next instance my front fence was gone, replaced by a solid wall of plywood as much as twelve feet high. I think the car had driven through the old fence, but that memory is dim now.  The car, for sure, was gone. 

And that's all I recall. 

A Dream

I dreamt that I took Lisa to a breakfast function at St. Adalbert's, my childhood parish. We parked on the 20th St side of the church building, in angled parking along the church itself - and nevermind that it was obviously nighttime (despite being breakfast) and that there is no such parking in real life, nor even room for it, on that side of the building. 

Inside was a bright, L-shaped room, with the vertical half of the L nearest the entrance, and set up for the buffet line, with seating along the bottom of the L. 

I got in line. Midway through the buffet was a stack of papers and pencils, and for reasons unknown you had to stop and write your name on a scrap of paper. I noticed the name that was being written by the man behind me. It was the name of my Godfather, but when I turned to greet him it was the face of Ted Turner, the old owner of CNN and the Atlanta Braves. But it *was* my Godfather, in name and personality. 

He offered me a job, a good one. I wondered, even in the dream, why he would wait nearly half a century to try and help me. 

Then I was seated a long table in the room,  Lisa and the family around me. 

There was a dramatic jump cut and I was somewhere else, home maybe, and my wallet had fallen out and I was missing all my credit cards and my driver's license. 

I knew, even in the dream, that this part of it was a dream, and moreover that it was the rare bit that could be tied directly to real-life concerns; before bed I had noticed that my wallet had fallen out of my jeans, and found and replaced it in its pocket. 

There was more, but the rest is lost in a haze. 

An Odd Dream

Saturday night I had a dream that there was dirt under my fingernails. I started to clean them out with a nail pick, but to my surprise it wasn't dirt. As I watched in disgust I pulled out a long, pitch-black, spiked worm that had burrowed under the skin beneath my nail. 

Time and again I pulled one out, two or three from every finger, each leaving an open wound under my fingernail. 

In the dream I remember being perplexed, not by their presence, but by all the many, many times I'd cleaned my nails before without realizing they weren't dirty at all. 

A Dream

 Last night I dreamt I was in a labyrinthine hotel that was falling apart. Not from abandonment or a lack of maintenance, but almost like bits and pieces of it were being consumed.  At some point I was put in charge of a group of people seeking to escape; when failure was certain, and all hope was lost, I let one of the group call her Grandma and say goodbye, and then she handed the phone back. I then gave it to the next person to make a farewell call  . . . 

And I was suddenly in the outfield of a softball field, playing in left center.  A batter hit a sharp blast that I chased down and caught, and I fired a perfect strike to first to chase the runner back. The second baseman - none other than Gov Tony Evers - gave me a thumbs up in appreciation. 

Yeah. Maybe somebody spiked the CCAP machine. 

2nd Dream of the NIght

2nd dream: I was driving to work but first taking LuLu to my Mom's place when I made a wrong turn. Frustrated with being late I backed out of a spot at Burger King and scraped the whole side of her car, then got pulled over by the police. Apparently I was under arrest for the property damage but suddenly Lisa was there but she wasn't Lisa but Jennifer Gardner, who convinced the cops I was a recovering alcoholic and suffering from concussion syndrome "he's the 15th victim" (of who/what she didn't say.) 

Then I was at the funeral for Angela from The Office, who was displayed in her coffin. Her corpse began chanting "I'm meat meat meat eat me I'm meat" so Kevin from the show took a slice of her belly and dug in.

Where's my Unicycle?

I've spent about 10 minutes of my life on a skateboard, and that was long ago as a teenager with Jon Z. None-the-less, I had a very vivid dream last night that I was skateboarding around town and misplaced my board. I woke up very upset . 

"Where's my skateboard?" I asked Lisa. 

She laughed. "I don't know. Where's my unicycle?"

HaHa. A liberal AND a comedian. "Lucky" me.

A Dream

Last night I dreamt that we took possession of my paternal grandparents' home, fully furnished. When Lisa and I toured it it was huge, a product of the dream, but the whole night I was keeping quiet about the fact that the next day was a mandatory bar exam (which I went to on a few hours sleep). 

Then I was at an outdoor lumber yard and involved in something shady, and spent part of the dream in a police interview. Don't worry, I ain't no 🐀. 

Then back to a dinner party at our "new" house, where I confronted my Dad's friend Jim, absent forty years, about his long silence. In the dream he claimed to be the mayor of Mequon and we discussed a predicted demise of Toys R Us.

LOL

 My oldest came down this morning and said "I had the worst dream, you were screaming at me in the grocery store, really loud". I replied, "that's not a dream, that's a flashback". Lmao.....i amuse myself!! - Lisa

A Nightmare

I had a horrific nightmare. We visited a cursed house dedicated to some demon but outwardly normal. A child was burned alive, we (my family) stood in a boxcar w/ many others watching The Hunger Games, and I snuck a for sale sign on the lawn but a lady was quick to tell buyers the contract included service to the demon. Apparently it was a selling point. And LuLu had her iPod stolen in the dream, which she knows is my trigger. Best part? At one point I was covered by hundreds of quarter sized puppies. But I broke the spell and realized they were hairy spiders. Why is that good? I'm not scared of spiders, but my friend Tre. Even in the midst of this terrible dream I was just enough of an as**ole to snap selfies with the spiders and text them to him. LOL

A Nightmare

Woke up after half an hour from a wicked nightmare. I was at the 4077th - the hospital from MASH - and there was a blond Midwestern young man who was doing well and recovering from his wounds. I walked out of my visit with him and within minutes heard incoming shells. One struck the post-op unit, and when I ran back the whole building was in flames, with the patients inside -including the kid I talked to - screaming as they burned alive.

A Dream

I took a nap and dreamt that I woke up in the St Francis ER, with no idea how I got there. The nurse said I'd driven there at noon and then passed out. She said my hip was horribly infected, hence all the pain, and that they'd reopened the surgical scar to drain it. When I came home, we were living on Arthur Ave and drove past Lisa on a scooter. She ignored me. When I walked in one of the kids said GusGus ran away and Lisa was out looking for him. What a swell dream. Not.

A Dream

I took a nap and dreamt that I was framed for a mass shooting by men that my Mom owed money. I went on the run with Lauren, who was ignorant of the events, and hid in a dark and watery cellar. Lisa, naturally, went on the news and said she couldn't believe I would do such a thing to my family, thereby implying my guilt. I woke up p**sed as hell at her.

A Nightmare

I woke up this morning very upset about a dream where our collie had died on the eve of a visit from Lisa's brother. Kmart kept the carcass on their garden patio overnight and when i went to pick it up i wrapped him in a blue shirt of mine and carried him home. We don't have a collie. We don't have a dog. I don't even *like* dogs. But I'm still shaken two hours later.

A nightmare I had earlier this week

So here’s the nightmare.

We’re all sitting on folding chairs around the perimeter of a dance studio – pale blonde floor, mirrored walls etc. It’s my family and another one with kids of nearly identical age, plus a middle school age boy who seemed to be a ward of ours. It was casual, friendly conversation, and then the boy tried on a gift from the other family – a pale blue uniform shirt for school. Only it was obviously meant for a girl; ruffled sleeves and frilly neckline.

I mocked the shirt in good humor, not knowing at the time it was a gift from the other family, then apologized sincerely. I went out to our car, stating I knew we had a proper uniform shirt somewhere. I dug through the car with no luck.

When I returned to the room I couldn’t find Lu, or the girl the same age from the other family. We couldn’t find them at all.

Cut to a few days later. My brother in law and his wife are walking with me towards the entrance of the studio, now seen as a white cinderblock building with a steel door and a chain link fence around the parking area. The sky is an odd color. My brother in law is blowing off her disappearance, saying she must have ran off, and in response I blow him off with a curt word.

Then I am somewhere else, face to face with an evil man who knows something of her whereabouts. He is not the perpetrator of the act, but he knows of it. He states that one of the two girls has already been killed – I react with fear, and relax visibly when he says it was the other girl and that Lu is still alive.

“See how far your Christian concern goes,” the man said, gloating. “You don’t care about that other girl at all, so long as your child is allright.”

I didn’t bother disputing this. “You’re right, my daughter means more to me than someone else’s child. I’m human. But don’t you dare think you’re going to get away with hurting that girl.”

The man laughed and for some reason pricked my finger to ID me. As the little GPS sized gizmo sized up my blood, it flashed scenes of worlds exploding, of rivers of lava, of action and destruction. Finally the result: the readout read “The Doctor”, and the man gasped.

Cut again, this time to the same geographic area, but now in chaos. I have done what the Doctor does, wreaked havoc and mayhem. I am running up a very steep hill covered in trees stripped of their leaves.  Someone is at my side. The sky is red.

The townspeople, long unaware of what was wrong,but aware of the evil alongside them, have risen up in fury.

Some of them confront loved ones ‘turned’ to darkness against their will. One man with a pitchfork pleads with his ‘turned’ wife  to bring her back to the light. Behind him, the monster responsible for this terror slips unopposed out of scene. She is a tall, raven haired woman with a billowing, bright red dress.

It is days later, and I am at a table drinking coffee. The family sets out (in a station wagon!) for parts unknown, Lu in the middle of her siblings in the backseat. She is safe and unharmed but clearly disturbed by what occurred.

And I wake up. 

A Dream

I had a spectacular (non-sexual) dream about . . . . Tommy Thompson. I was at a huge banquet, with a non-partisan crowd of maybe 1500 people. There was some issue, now lost to my memory, that was troubling the crowd, but no one was brave enough to voice their concerns. 

Then my Tommy stood up, dressed in a white shirt just like Smiley's. He started out by stating the obvious, that his political career was over in WI, but that that didn't change his love for the state. He went on to address this unremembered concern, laid into an honest and brutal assessment of Tammy Baldwin's inadequacy, and then, finally, hit the hot button issue on the table. 

"Do I think they did it?" [long pause, pained, regretful look, solemn sincere nod] "Yes. Yes, I think they did."

And with that the crowd rose to their feet, and WI once again took Tommy into their hearts. 

Said Lisa when I told her: "What kind of freak dreams about Tommy Thompson?"

A Dream

Had a nightmare that LuLu was working Night Audit at a hotel. I went to visit her - my 9 year old that is - and found her curled up in chair in the lobby, sleeping under the pale blue crocheted blanket we have. A customer was coming in so I quickly woke her up. +

Panicked, she went down the hall to wake up and get the sleep lines off her face (I can still see the scared, 'oh bleep' look on her face). Meanwhile I slid behind the desk and helped the customer, pretending to be an employee.

A Dream

Talk about life imitating art. I dreamt I was called to a high rise office builiding, all sterile steel & glass. Try as I might, I couldn't reach the top floors - the stairs were Penrose stairs, ala 'Inception', & the whole builidng was nothing but a ruse to keep me busy. There was more (an intentional disqualification in a tournament/contest, ending w/ violence) but it's the staircase that stands out in my memory.