Wreck in Burg August 28 2022

Also dreamed of driving a truck from fiberglass to Williamsburg and getting caught behind a wreck outside of 'Burg at a bridge and just before a cross street. It was a big wreck, I was driving home from work and somehow my feet couldn't push the brake pedal and I was headed slam- bam right into the heaps of scrap and rubbish that had once been vehicles. But I somehow found both the brakes and clutch and managed to make the turn onto the cross street, I think the streets were spring and high, although they could have been spring and valley. (yeah, I know,)

Some other girl helped me find a place to stay because nobody could get out of town. A laundromat, maybe?

I was sometimes driving and sometimes not, but Rex was getting mad at me because I wasn't getting home and giving him his sandwiches from Boar's Head. I needed to call him, but I couldn't remember his phone number. I kept thinking it should be in the phone, but it was his phone and I had left it with him and taken my old pocket watch. My old pocket watch had a list of calls, and even the names of people who had texted me, but it had no way to call back, reply, or even read text messages. (Which makes having the list of senders really odd)

I could remember Rita's numbers, but that didn't really help since I couldn't call out on my watch. Although at one point I thought maybe the girl who had helped me could maybe call her (on her house phone) and give her a message, and she could somehow let Rex know what was happening. Only I couldn't find the girl, and I got in trouble for driving around looking at her while the town was on lockdown and I had driven/been driving past the wreck on'by'near the bridge at spring and whatever streets.

Rita at K-Mart and woolly worm and cat September 6, 2019

Dreamed I went to meet Rita at Kmart at about five in the morning .

While I was waiting for her, I saw a woolly worm on the new blacktop. The woolly was all black except for one teeny white spot near one end. Rather like the white "bow tie" seen on so many black cats.

I kept trying to take pictures of it . Yeah, black on blacktop in the dark. (No flash).

I got frustrated and sat back in the car, fuming because Rita was running late as usual, bit it didn't matter because the store wasn't open yet anyway.

There was a baby deer,spots and all, tiptoeing around the bags of mulch and potted plants that stay outside the store.

Next thing this teeny fawn and a yellow tabby cat wére having a faceoff.

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playing school? September 2022

colored chalk. fat sidewalk chalk, not normal blackboard chalks. 

also blackboard (green on one side) falling off Mamma's trailer while the little kids (John Jean KO) were playing school all wrong.

hmm

damn. just remembered i had some crazy dream about rex falling off a road beside a railroad track and needing an enema. And finding/buying a spiderman doll for either warren or ko that had a live big-ass spider in it, and it got out of the box and I squished it and it turned into articulated good plating, so i just put it back in the box like nothing happend

appearances and details Sept 9, 2023

Here is another dream I had recently. The Friday before the knife dream and the one after that. I've been trying to put it all together, but am just getting brief intense visuals and somewhat disconnected segments.
Now, this dream disturbed me , and I think it was the first in the recent disturbing series.
There was this guy named Scott. I don't remember anything about his appearance except that he had long, skinny legs and he jumped around a lot. And was (or seemed) happy
He and I married. After some long convoluted courtship, but I don't remember what the convulsions thereof were.
My brother Chip, the oldest of my brothers kept asking me how I liked being married in a wink-wink, nudge-nudge fashion and I kept deflecting the conversation (it was a group conversation.) My sisters were just glad to see me having some happiness, but he kept bringing it back up in the same way, and I finally asked him, an a manner both dignified and annoyed, if he had forgotten I'd been married before for nearly thirty years, which finally shut him up.
Didn't take long for the problems to start showing up, though. Scott was more Virgo than Leo about appearances, his and otherwise.(And he definitely looked Leo) He wanted everything perfectly detailed and perfectly ready for public consumption or absorption or whatever.
Well, that isn't me. My style is, at best, casually comfortably cluttered. Try as I might to make it otherwise. (I know; I tried it for almost thirty years and never got in the habit)
If he wanted his buttons sewn on in the exact same direction the same number of millimeters apart, he could do it himself. No, the coffee table doesn't need to exactly line up with the seam on the tile. Yes, it doesn't hurt anything if the couch is at a slight angle to the table, so it's more comfortable to put my feet up on it,
It's not hurting anything. Or anyone.
So what did he have me for? 

Well, for fun.

Because I wasn't overburdened by other people's preconceptions and expectations. He liked me for my casualness and lack of intensity about the unimportant details.
He thought ignoring the unimportant details meant I wouldn't know what was an important one.
Then we had the family over, and as they were leaving someone smoking smushed the lit end of their cigarette into the arm of the couch and they brushed it off and the ashes down into the couch, Somehow everyone left and I started tearing the couch apart pulling off cushions and looking down the edges, etc. Because, you know, just because the embers/ashes weren't on fire didn't mean they weren't hot and wouldn't burn. I didn't stop looking until I was satisfied that there weren't any hot spots developing deep inside my (very crooked by now) couch. Even then I kept a fire extinguisher handy, because of course my detail man had them scattered all around the apartment.
"I didn't know you knew all that," he told me.
Honestly, he was impressed that I knew how to anticipate the possible danger and take the steps, in a timely manner, to mitigate it.
and I told him again that I care, very much, about the IMPORTANT STUFF.and he was somehow reassured and we were alright again.

Better than ever, even. 

I know where some of the images come from, like the long skinny jumping legs (Wednesday nights) And I know where the Leo/Virgo thing comes from  (Check the dates of that cusp if you know me well)

I think this may be some sort of commentary about recognizing and (not) repeating the same mistakes.

Funny how that ended up coherent after all once I started writing it out.

NOT

BS

 crazy dreams about bobby sherman and planes and hospitals and family (his) and houses and a baby. Ages and relationships and appearances varied within the context of the dream. flying to California. Flying home. 

Second time I've dreamed like this. There's a story thread of redemption and reparation, but nothing really communicateable .

A lot of this is related to my recovered storytelling abilities, of course, and these are all things in one form or another that I am writing about. Various ages, forms, appearances, and relationships. (Sounds familiar, doesn't it?)

The hospital, medical procedures, and dead people and propositions and plans worries me most about these dreams.

Is this dream an acknowledgement of this rebirth, or is it trying to tell me something more? 

Peeps -- 3 years later

I've had at least 2 dreams, possibly more, of peeps being on close out sale, marked down.
In the first dream Te only ones the store had, for mist if an aisle, we're purple ones, which I didn't like. (overall I don't like grape flavored candies, but I know peeps colors are NOT flavors). There was one small display/sale table section that may have been other colors but for somereason I couldn't go check them put. I was with one of my sisters and she kept distracting me. (something she doesn't want me to see?)
The second dream I remember was just a 'normal' markdown sale.
It wasn't until later in the day that I realized the dreams are, at best, premature. Peeps are generally Easter candy, and some sites still have Christmas candies in markdown and the shelves filled with Valentine's sweets. I have seen Reese's eggs in the big stores but that's about it for Easter candies .

cant find my clothes; all in basement mildewing January 1 2021

I dreamed some convoluted story about going to work back in my Adams county mcd days. All mixed up with moving and sorting through hoarded hidden clothes. The main thrust of he dream was that once again I couldn't find any black pants to wear with my uniform, but I thought it would be okay if I wore my red pants instead because I was wearing a red T-shirt. Bit I lost those, too, while I was still looking for my black ones. Something about mildewing clothes downstairs hiding in the washers and sinks.
The resolution to the dream was me remembering and reminding myself that I must be dreaming because in real life I no longer work and don't have to worry about it. I reminded me several times and I must have finally believed me because I woke up.




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