Tuesday night
Dream 1: The Call
It was the mid-1980s, and Dad's sister was visiting the family at our home in Arlington. Suddently the phone rang at 3 a.m. and everyone in the house was awakened. [The ring was incredibly loud, as if we were hearing a siren.] The person on the other end of the line was calling from Europe, to inform us that Prince had died. Not a prince, Prince the musician. I walked over to the den and turned on the TV to watch a retrospective about him on the news.
Dream 2: Where There's Smokes...
My family was gathered to watch some home movies. Somehow they had gotten hold of an old film of yours truly at a party with my early-80s girlfriend, Connie P. Connie was sitting in my lap, and we were making out, seemingly oblivious to the other party guests. I was wearing a yellow sleeveless T shirt, and I was holding a cigarette. My mom seemed to be a little embarrassed by the images, but she was gently poking fun at me at the same time. She said, "...And you're smoking?!" At one point Connie turned and handed a funny-looking cigarette to Brent L., who was leaning over from the seat behind us. I explained to my family that, despite appearances, it was a cigarette, and not a joint; she liked to roll her own. I'm not sure that they believed me.
*****
Dream 1: The Call
I remember Mom calling downstairs to tell me when Elvis died, although I don't really recall much about the TV coverage, though I must have watched it. I clearly recall Walter Cronkite announcing the deaths of John Lennon and, strangely enough, Led Zeppelin's John Bonham.
There were two false fire alarms at work yesterday. Very annoying they were. I'm sure that sound became the sound of the phone call in this dream.
Dream 2: Where There's Smokes...
It pains me to admit that I did, in fact, own and wear the yellow sleeveless shirt. I must have been out of my mind. Connie did smoke some very strong cigarettes -- made of cloves? They were called Gitanes, if I remember correctly. I've never smoked a cigarette/cigar/joint.
It turned out that cigarettes weren't the only thing that Connie shared with Brent. I haven't seen or talked to Connie since 1984.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Dr. Dolittle, I Presume / Caught / It's Nice, But...
Monday night
Dream 1: Dr. Dolittle, I Presume
My wife and I were visiting Maryland and were out having a walk in a downtown shopping district. I looked around, imagining the possibilities, and said, "I could live here. We'd be pretty close to our friends (in Virginia and D.C.). So, we moved. We bought a long, thin townhouse in the city, and I commented that I liked the views all around. One evening some old friends came over for dinner and we had a marvelous time. (The husband was actor John Cleese.)
A few weeks after we had gotten settled into our new home, my wife invited me to the location of her new job. She was involved in scientific research, but I didn't know what kind. She ushered me into a secret room in which large rectangular and square glass tanks filled a far wall. The cases contained some small apes, but there were also some large white chameleons and a gigantic albino grasshopper, which must have been four feet long. She revealed that she and her fellow scientists were teaching the animals how to talk.
*****
Dream 2: Caught
After some extensive research, I'd located an estate where one of the silliest adventure series ever had been filmed (think "Danger Island," or maybe "Land of the Lost"). The grounds were lush and green, and they surrounded a large mansion. I visited the location several times (without permission) and watered the huge, swaying palm trees to help preserve them.
One day I brought my wife to the site, and we got up the courage to knock on the front door. To our surprise we met no resistance; in fact, we were ushered in. Suddenly we found ourselves back in the 1970s, watching the filming of an episode of the show. The actors were working on an interior scene, and were massed in a stark white room with a closet, each fitted with clothing, makeup and hairstyles of the period. There was no furniture in the room. The actors went about their work purposefully and seriously, all the while seemingly aware that they were spouting some of the dumbest dialogue imaginable. My wife and I stood in the background, trying not to interrupt. Suddenly, two of the actors, a man and a woman, saw my wife, and broke character; one of them said, "Oh, Crap." They sheepishly removed their wigs and makeup to reveal that they were young versions of two people who would work with her decades later in Nashville.
*****
Dream 3: It's Nice, But...
It was a cold day, and I was visiting Martha Stewart's operation, which had recently relocated to Manhattan. Martha and I were standing outside; she was pointing out the sights and explaining the move. She said that she had the best of both worlds; her headquarters could be in the heart of the business district, yet she could live in a very nice house only 10 blocks away. I said, "Only 10 blocks from here? Wow." I was impressed.
I looked over to my right and saw a sight that intrigued me, but made me nervous. There was a long asphalt alley which formed a straight line from where I was standing. Employees parked their cars there, lined up with the front of the cars facing the side of a brick building on the right. The back end of each car leaned precariously over a sheer drop of hundreds of feet. Down below I could see a river, and beyond that, on the other side, was a marvelous row of red brick Victorian townhouses. I thought, "Geez, I'd hate to have to park there. There's no guardrail, or anything. If this parking lot ever froze, one slip and you'd be off that cliff and into the drink."
*****
Dream 1: Dr. Dolittle, I Presume
The other day my wife was sweeping our front porch and pointed out a large grasshopper who had stopped by for a visit. I was flipping the TV channels around the other night and came across one of the bad Pierce Brosnan James Bond movies. John Cleese (of "Monty Python" and "Fawlty Towers" fame) played the hapless successor to "Q," keeper of extraordinary gadgets.
Dream 2: Caught
This dream would be absolutely perfect if the man and woman who revealed themselves ended up being my wife's former Nashville boss and his wife, who are probably in their 50s. Alas, it was not to be. The young man in the dream was Kyle N., one of my wife's former students. He's a nice guy; we've played poker a few times. He wasn't born yet in the 1970s. I didn't recognize the actress who knew my wife.
The actors "broke character" because I happened across a retrospective about the Carol Burnett Show on PBS last night. No cast ever broke character more than that bunch.
Dream 3: It's Nice, But
Lately I've enjoyed flipping through a fascinating book called "Washington, D.C. Past & Present" by Peter R. Penczer (Oneonta Press, Arlington, Virginia, 1998). Mr Penczer found 127 old photographs of the District of Columbia and environs, and painstakingly took modern (1990s) photographs from the same vantage point(s). He used computer technology to crop his new photos as closely as possible to the originals. I'm sure that the row of Victorian town homes across the river in this dream resemble many of the the stately 19th century homes and businesses which were demolished in D.C. in the 20th Century. Some made way for worthy projects; others were razed for monstrosities, such as the F.B.I. building.
I'm sure that the gulf and the river boundary have a profound meaning, but I don't know what it is. An unbridgeable chasm between the present and and a more appealing past, perhaps?
Dream 1: Dr. Dolittle, I Presume
My wife and I were visiting Maryland and were out having a walk in a downtown shopping district. I looked around, imagining the possibilities, and said, "I could live here. We'd be pretty close to our friends (in Virginia and D.C.). So, we moved. We bought a long, thin townhouse in the city, and I commented that I liked the views all around. One evening some old friends came over for dinner and we had a marvelous time. (The husband was actor John Cleese.)
A few weeks after we had gotten settled into our new home, my wife invited me to the location of her new job. She was involved in scientific research, but I didn't know what kind. She ushered me into a secret room in which large rectangular and square glass tanks filled a far wall. The cases contained some small apes, but there were also some large white chameleons and a gigantic albino grasshopper, which must have been four feet long. She revealed that she and her fellow scientists were teaching the animals how to talk.
*****
Dream 2: Caught
After some extensive research, I'd located an estate where one of the silliest adventure series ever had been filmed (think "Danger Island," or maybe "Land of the Lost"). The grounds were lush and green, and they surrounded a large mansion. I visited the location several times (without permission) and watered the huge, swaying palm trees to help preserve them.
One day I brought my wife to the site, and we got up the courage to knock on the front door. To our surprise we met no resistance; in fact, we were ushered in. Suddenly we found ourselves back in the 1970s, watching the filming of an episode of the show. The actors were working on an interior scene, and were massed in a stark white room with a closet, each fitted with clothing, makeup and hairstyles of the period. There was no furniture in the room. The actors went about their work purposefully and seriously, all the while seemingly aware that they were spouting some of the dumbest dialogue imaginable. My wife and I stood in the background, trying not to interrupt. Suddenly, two of the actors, a man and a woman, saw my wife, and broke character; one of them said, "Oh, Crap." They sheepishly removed their wigs and makeup to reveal that they were young versions of two people who would work with her decades later in Nashville.
*****
Dream 3: It's Nice, But...
It was a cold day, and I was visiting Martha Stewart's operation, which had recently relocated to Manhattan. Martha and I were standing outside; she was pointing out the sights and explaining the move. She said that she had the best of both worlds; her headquarters could be in the heart of the business district, yet she could live in a very nice house only 10 blocks away. I said, "Only 10 blocks from here? Wow." I was impressed.
I looked over to my right and saw a sight that intrigued me, but made me nervous. There was a long asphalt alley which formed a straight line from where I was standing. Employees parked their cars there, lined up with the front of the cars facing the side of a brick building on the right. The back end of each car leaned precariously over a sheer drop of hundreds of feet. Down below I could see a river, and beyond that, on the other side, was a marvelous row of red brick Victorian townhouses. I thought, "Geez, I'd hate to have to park there. There's no guardrail, or anything. If this parking lot ever froze, one slip and you'd be off that cliff and into the drink."
*****
Dream 1: Dr. Dolittle, I Presume
The other day my wife was sweeping our front porch and pointed out a large grasshopper who had stopped by for a visit. I was flipping the TV channels around the other night and came across one of the bad Pierce Brosnan James Bond movies. John Cleese (of "Monty Python" and "Fawlty Towers" fame) played the hapless successor to "Q," keeper of extraordinary gadgets.
Dream 2: Caught
This dream would be absolutely perfect if the man and woman who revealed themselves ended up being my wife's former Nashville boss and his wife, who are probably in their 50s. Alas, it was not to be. The young man in the dream was Kyle N., one of my wife's former students. He's a nice guy; we've played poker a few times. He wasn't born yet in the 1970s. I didn't recognize the actress who knew my wife.
The actors "broke character" because I happened across a retrospective about the Carol Burnett Show on PBS last night. No cast ever broke character more than that bunch.
Dream 3: It's Nice, But
Lately I've enjoyed flipping through a fascinating book called "Washington, D.C. Past & Present" by Peter R. Penczer (Oneonta Press, Arlington, Virginia, 1998). Mr Penczer found 127 old photographs of the District of Columbia and environs, and painstakingly took modern (1990s) photographs from the same vantage point(s). He used computer technology to crop his new photos as closely as possible to the originals. I'm sure that the row of Victorian town homes across the river in this dream resemble many of the the stately 19th century homes and businesses which were demolished in D.C. in the 20th Century. Some made way for worthy projects; others were razed for monstrosities, such as the F.B.I. building.
I'm sure that the gulf and the river boundary have a profound meaning, but I don't know what it is. An unbridgeable chasm between the present and and a more appealing past, perhaps?
Monday, November 5, 2007
Airport Meetings
Sunday night
A 1965-era Mick Jagger was walking through an airport, wearing a smart dark pinstriped suit and a pair of pistols sticking out at his hips, mainly for show. He was hoping to buy tickets for himself and a few others to fly to Morocco, but the flight was completely sold out, so he was walking up and down the line of travelers, hoping to make a deal. Word soon got around that he was there. Jagger came upon a tall black man who was waiting in line, and instinctively stopped, looking up into his face. The tall man said, "That's a nice suit... and those pistols are new." Mick opened his coat, revealing the guns and their white handles; he was impressed that the man had noticed them. The tall man motioned Mick over to a table. It turned out that he was a reporter -- he was a trained observer. Maybe he and Mick could strike a deal. The reporter said, "I'm writing a book about rock in Hamburg. Can you tell me about your experiences there?" Mick flicked his cigarette into an ashtray and reacted with interest. He said, "Yeh -- we opened for Roy Orbison there. I'd forgotten all about that." Later, after he'd given his interview and made the deal for the tickets, he and his entourage waited in a private V.I.P. lounge for his flight to take off.
Meanwhile, I was in the same airport, waiting with my own entourage of friends to take our next journey, to London. We were wealthy playboys (and girls) and could fly wherever we wished, on a whim. Suddenly my old high school friend Sally C. burst into our V.I.P. lounge. She said, "I saw you and decided that I'm going to join you on your trip!" I rolled my eyes and said, "Great."
*****
I saw a book at Restoration Hardware this weekend called "365 Days of the Rolling Stones," which featured tons of great photographs of the band in the 1960s, some of which showed them in striped suits. The Beatles played in Hamburg, but I'm not aware that the Stones every played there.
The only photos I've ever seen of Mick Jagger with guns were from his movie role as Ned Kelly.
A 1965-era Mick Jagger was walking through an airport, wearing a smart dark pinstriped suit and a pair of pistols sticking out at his hips, mainly for show. He was hoping to buy tickets for himself and a few others to fly to Morocco, but the flight was completely sold out, so he was walking up and down the line of travelers, hoping to make a deal. Word soon got around that he was there. Jagger came upon a tall black man who was waiting in line, and instinctively stopped, looking up into his face. The tall man said, "That's a nice suit... and those pistols are new." Mick opened his coat, revealing the guns and their white handles; he was impressed that the man had noticed them. The tall man motioned Mick over to a table. It turned out that he was a reporter -- he was a trained observer. Maybe he and Mick could strike a deal. The reporter said, "I'm writing a book about rock in Hamburg. Can you tell me about your experiences there?" Mick flicked his cigarette into an ashtray and reacted with interest. He said, "Yeh -- we opened for Roy Orbison there. I'd forgotten all about that." Later, after he'd given his interview and made the deal for the tickets, he and his entourage waited in a private V.I.P. lounge for his flight to take off.
Meanwhile, I was in the same airport, waiting with my own entourage of friends to take our next journey, to London. We were wealthy playboys (and girls) and could fly wherever we wished, on a whim. Suddenly my old high school friend Sally C. burst into our V.I.P. lounge. She said, "I saw you and decided that I'm going to join you on your trip!" I rolled my eyes and said, "Great."
*****
I saw a book at Restoration Hardware this weekend called "365 Days of the Rolling Stones," which featured tons of great photographs of the band in the 1960s, some of which showed them in striped suits. The Beatles played in Hamburg, but I'm not aware that the Stones every played there.
The only photos I've ever seen of Mick Jagger with guns were from his movie role as Ned Kelly.
You've Got To Be Kidding
Saturday night
I had just finished preparing a complicated advertising agreement, and handed out copies to the sales staff at work. No sooner had I completed that task that word came down that I was to redact certain statements and add others so that the agreement could be used in China. My initial thought was, "That's not my job! Finance should be responsible for those changes; they should prepare it and send it out to everyone."
*****
One of the things that drives me crazy at work is that we'll complete a sales agreement form and hand it out to sales reps to sell it in the field, and then it is changed -- sometimes more than once -- so different versions are floating about, and everyone is confused. It ties my stomach in knots.
I had just finished preparing a complicated advertising agreement, and handed out copies to the sales staff at work. No sooner had I completed that task that word came down that I was to redact certain statements and add others so that the agreement could be used in China. My initial thought was, "That's not my job! Finance should be responsible for those changes; they should prepare it and send it out to everyone."
*****
One of the things that drives me crazy at work is that we'll complete a sales agreement form and hand it out to sales reps to sell it in the field, and then it is changed -- sometimes more than once -- so different versions are floating about, and everyone is confused. It ties my stomach in knots.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Upside-Down World
Friday night
A smart young woman was visiting her psychiatrist. One of her close relatives was a famous person who was involved in an embarrassing scandal, and was currently all over the news. She was finding, to her dismay, that many people wanted to befriend her solely due to his notoriety.
*****
I can't even bring up my e-mail anymore without being bombarded by the latest stupid celebrity scandal. I'm pretty fed up with "Comcast news," a feature I never requested or needed. Anyway, this dream is no doubt influenced by this idiot "Dog the Bounty Hunter," who, until recently, had his own TV show. Not long ago he called his son, ranting about the son's girlfriend, who is black, using the "N word" several times. Of course, the son promptly sold the tape to the National Enquirer, they put the tape on their website, and suddenly, Dog is in the doghouse with his network. "Stupid is as stupid does," as Forrest Gump said.
A smart young woman was visiting her psychiatrist. One of her close relatives was a famous person who was involved in an embarrassing scandal, and was currently all over the news. She was finding, to her dismay, that many people wanted to befriend her solely due to his notoriety.
*****
I can't even bring up my e-mail anymore without being bombarded by the latest stupid celebrity scandal. I'm pretty fed up with "Comcast news," a feature I never requested or needed. Anyway, this dream is no doubt influenced by this idiot "Dog the Bounty Hunter," who, until recently, had his own TV show. Not long ago he called his son, ranting about the son's girlfriend, who is black, using the "N word" several times. Of course, the son promptly sold the tape to the National Enquirer, they put the tape on their website, and suddenly, Dog is in the doghouse with his network. "Stupid is as stupid does," as Forrest Gump said.
Friday, November 2, 2007
Transplant / Sad
Thursday night
Dream 1: Transplant
I'd decided to move into a new apartment building, and my girlfriend was helping me move. The new place had a very nice central garden with brick walls, and I was transplanting some of my trees from the old place to the new one. That was going well, and the trees were growing like crazy -- one, which had a green trunk, almost like bamboo, suddenly towered over my head. Still, despite these successes, I was a little down or unsure, because I didn't know anyone at the new place. I walked out in the garden one day and was met with a happy surprise; my girlfriend had decorated my trees with Christmas lights. The green tree, in particular, was swathed in large, old-fashioned lights that were pinkish-purple. She walked up behind me, carrying a pot filled with yellow mums which she'd brought over from my old apartment. She said, "I thought I'd plant them near the roots of this tree." Later, we went back inside and I looked down the hallway, and saw her standing in the kitchen, making a cup of tea. I thought to myself, "There are probably other girls out there that I could date, but I could marry her."
Dream 2: Sad
My wife and I walked into a restaurant and were surprised to run into her ex, who was sitting at the bar. We could tell by his conversation that he had been there for awhile. I said, "That's how he was the last time I saw him." I held back and she went over to talk with him to see how he was doing.
*****
Dream 1: Transplant
The events recounted in this dream didn't happen, and I don't remember having that one clear moment of epiphany, but I have been married to that girlfriend for almost six and a half years. She's pretty cool.
Last night I took some of our Halloween decorations to the shed in the back yard, and paused to have a look at a tree that we transplanted the year before. I'm sure that tree and the Halloween lights inspired this dream.
Dream 2: Sad
The guy in question was impaired the last time we met at a restaurant. My wife wasn't there, but others were, and I wasn't the only one who noticed. I was surprised.
Dream 1: Transplant
I'd decided to move into a new apartment building, and my girlfriend was helping me move. The new place had a very nice central garden with brick walls, and I was transplanting some of my trees from the old place to the new one. That was going well, and the trees were growing like crazy -- one, which had a green trunk, almost like bamboo, suddenly towered over my head. Still, despite these successes, I was a little down or unsure, because I didn't know anyone at the new place. I walked out in the garden one day and was met with a happy surprise; my girlfriend had decorated my trees with Christmas lights. The green tree, in particular, was swathed in large, old-fashioned lights that were pinkish-purple. She walked up behind me, carrying a pot filled with yellow mums which she'd brought over from my old apartment. She said, "I thought I'd plant them near the roots of this tree." Later, we went back inside and I looked down the hallway, and saw her standing in the kitchen, making a cup of tea. I thought to myself, "There are probably other girls out there that I could date, but I could marry her."
Dream 2: Sad
My wife and I walked into a restaurant and were surprised to run into her ex, who was sitting at the bar. We could tell by his conversation that he had been there for awhile. I said, "That's how he was the last time I saw him." I held back and she went over to talk with him to see how he was doing.
*****
Dream 1: Transplant
The events recounted in this dream didn't happen, and I don't remember having that one clear moment of epiphany, but I have been married to that girlfriend for almost six and a half years. She's pretty cool.
Last night I took some of our Halloween decorations to the shed in the back yard, and paused to have a look at a tree that we transplanted the year before. I'm sure that tree and the Halloween lights inspired this dream.
Dream 2: Sad
The guy in question was impaired the last time we met at a restaurant. My wife wasn't there, but others were, and I wasn't the only one who noticed. I was surprised.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Trust No One / F.W.P.
Wednesday night
Dream 1: Trust No One
My wife's friend, Laura, and I worked in a section of a government agency with the highest security clearance possible. Word had recently come down that there might be a mole in our midst, and suddenly my boss and I weren't sure who to trust, including Laura and other members of our team. All of this weighed heavily on me, and I rushed to the tippy-top security room, fumbling with my key in the lock, trying to secure important documents before Laura could get there. (She had a key, too.)
A few minutes later I met up with my boss. He and I were standing outside of a conference room in a dark-paneled hallway. Other coworkers were passing by and some were milling about. He leaned over and whispered, Do you have the photographs?" I said, "I handed them to your boss." He said, "Good. And the papers?" I said, "I hid them inside the tall book on the upper shelf."
Dream 2: F.W.P.
I was walking along a path in the woods, having a very pleasant conversation with a "Smokey and the Bandit"-era Sally Field. Suddenly, we came upon a poor Southern boy, who was excitedly chasing something. He cried out, "It's a ground squirrel!" He was hoping to catch it and eat it. Sally said, "You run along -- by noon you'll have your ground squirrel!" With that, she whipped out a long string with a rock at the end of it, and began twirling it around her head. She was going to kill the squirrel for the hungry boy. I stood back and watched. I thought, "Wow. She's cute, we have fun together, she's got a lariat... I wonder if I could become a "friend with privileges?"
*****
Dream 1: Trust No One
Laura came over to our house last night to observe the Halloween festivities in our neighborhood. At one point, she, my wife and another friend took a walk to see the decorations on the next street, and I held down the fort with two neighbors. Soon we were running low on candy, and I needed to go back inside for reinforcements. Unfortunately, our 80-year-old doorknob was tricky again, and I couldn't get in the house. I'd left my keys inside, and thought I'd have to wait for my wife to get back. Finally, our neighbor realized that he had a set of keys to our place, so his wife ran and got them, and we didn't run out of candy after all. I'm sure that stress over fiddling with the lock to the front door last night factored into this dream.
It's interesting to me that on 10/18 I dreamed that I was a crook involved with Tony Soprano's gang, and was warning the other guys not to trust anyone. This time, I was a government worker who trusted no one. Hmmm...
Dream 2
My coworker Ginger and I were talking about Sally Field the other day. I mentioned that she filmed a movie in my neighborhood last year.
I told my wife about this dream this morning, and she said, "She's cute. You're cute, too, but there are levels. She's above your level." I'll say.
I'm assuming that all two of my readers will understand which privileges I was thinking about.
*****
October Dream Roundup
It seems that more celebrities than usual popped up in my dreams in October; most of them were musicians. And what's with the color blue this month? Al Gore wore a blue shirt, The center of the Soprano's new H.Q. was painted blue, Chris Matthews' L.P. was on blue vinyl, and the peacock painted on the bathroom door had bright blue feathers. ?
Friends/Family:
My wife
Andrew C.
Brent L.
Dad
Denis G.
Eddie M.
Eric M.
Jenni H.
Jimmie C.
Mom
Stuart R.
Wingard C.
Coworkers/Acquaintances:
Frank A.
Harriet T.
Melissa L.
Celebrities:
Al Gore
Alex Van Halen
Britney Spears (mentioned by Chris Matthews in "Cut Short")
Chris Matthews
Dan Akyroyd
David Lee Roth
DeForest Kelly
Dick Van Dyke
Don Henley
Eddie Van Halen
George Takei
J.C. Crowley (of Player)
James Doohan
Jennifer Aniston
John Friesen (Player)
Jonathan Cain
Leonard Nimoy
Lucille Ball
Matt Lauer
Nichelle Nichols
The Osmonds
Pat Benatar
Peter Beckett (Player)
Peter MacNicol
Paul Simon
Ron Moss (Player)
Rudy Giuliani
Tony Sirico (as Paulie Walnuts)
Walter Koenig
Wayne Cook (Player)
William Shatner
Wolfgang Van Halen
Dream 1: Trust No One
My wife's friend, Laura, and I worked in a section of a government agency with the highest security clearance possible. Word had recently come down that there might be a mole in our midst, and suddenly my boss and I weren't sure who to trust, including Laura and other members of our team. All of this weighed heavily on me, and I rushed to the tippy-top security room, fumbling with my key in the lock, trying to secure important documents before Laura could get there. (She had a key, too.)
A few minutes later I met up with my boss. He and I were standing outside of a conference room in a dark-paneled hallway. Other coworkers were passing by and some were milling about. He leaned over and whispered, Do you have the photographs?" I said, "I handed them to your boss." He said, "Good. And the papers?" I said, "I hid them inside the tall book on the upper shelf."
Dream 2: F.W.P.
I was walking along a path in the woods, having a very pleasant conversation with a "Smokey and the Bandit"-era Sally Field. Suddenly, we came upon a poor Southern boy, who was excitedly chasing something. He cried out, "It's a ground squirrel!" He was hoping to catch it and eat it. Sally said, "You run along -- by noon you'll have your ground squirrel!" With that, she whipped out a long string with a rock at the end of it, and began twirling it around her head. She was going to kill the squirrel for the hungry boy. I stood back and watched. I thought, "Wow. She's cute, we have fun together, she's got a lariat... I wonder if I could become a "friend with privileges?"
*****
Dream 1: Trust No One
Laura came over to our house last night to observe the Halloween festivities in our neighborhood. At one point, she, my wife and another friend took a walk to see the decorations on the next street, and I held down the fort with two neighbors. Soon we were running low on candy, and I needed to go back inside for reinforcements. Unfortunately, our 80-year-old doorknob was tricky again, and I couldn't get in the house. I'd left my keys inside, and thought I'd have to wait for my wife to get back. Finally, our neighbor realized that he had a set of keys to our place, so his wife ran and got them, and we didn't run out of candy after all. I'm sure that stress over fiddling with the lock to the front door last night factored into this dream.
It's interesting to me that on 10/18 I dreamed that I was a crook involved with Tony Soprano's gang, and was warning the other guys not to trust anyone. This time, I was a government worker who trusted no one. Hmmm...
Dream 2
My coworker Ginger and I were talking about Sally Field the other day. I mentioned that she filmed a movie in my neighborhood last year.
I told my wife about this dream this morning, and she said, "She's cute. You're cute, too, but there are levels. She's above your level." I'll say.
I'm assuming that all two of my readers will understand which privileges I was thinking about.
*****
October Dream Roundup
It seems that more celebrities than usual popped up in my dreams in October; most of them were musicians. And what's with the color blue this month? Al Gore wore a blue shirt, The center of the Soprano's new H.Q. was painted blue, Chris Matthews' L.P. was on blue vinyl, and the peacock painted on the bathroom door had bright blue feathers. ?
Friends/Family:
My wife
Andrew C.
Brent L.
Dad
Denis G.
Eddie M.
Eric M.
Jenni H.
Jimmie C.
Mom
Stuart R.
Wingard C.
Coworkers/Acquaintances:
Frank A.
Harriet T.
Melissa L.
Celebrities:
Al Gore
Alex Van Halen
Britney Spears (mentioned by Chris Matthews in "Cut Short")
Chris Matthews
Dan Akyroyd
David Lee Roth
DeForest Kelly
Dick Van Dyke
Don Henley
Eddie Van Halen
George Takei
J.C. Crowley (of Player)
James Doohan
Jennifer Aniston
John Friesen (Player)
Jonathan Cain
Leonard Nimoy
Lucille Ball
Matt Lauer
Nichelle Nichols
The Osmonds
Pat Benatar
Peter Beckett (Player)
Peter MacNicol
Paul Simon
Ron Moss (Player)
Rudy Giuliani
Tony Sirico (as Paulie Walnuts)
Walter Koenig
Wayne Cook (Player)
William Shatner
Wolfgang Van Halen
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