I had two dreams last night. The first one involved my old friend Scott Jaklin. In the dream, he was a professional baseball player. His team came to Milwaukee to play the Brewers. I was in the lower grandstands with my dad, and my youngest daughter.
At one point, Scott came close to the stands. I ran down the aisle to say hi to him. I also brought my camcorder. I wanted him to say a few words for my classmate blog. He obliged. Since he was on the visiting team, I told him not to go out and get a hit. However, shortly after we spoke, he did manage to get on base. And he helped his team take a 3-2 lead.
A few innings later, I recall seeing Scott take some practice swings in the on deck circle.
Later on in the game, Miller Park somehow took on some characteristics of old County Stadium. There were some people walking on the scaffolding above our seats. And they floated down some gifts on balloons. I grabbed one, and found a board game for my daughter.
That's where the dream ended.
My second dream was more risque. It involved Pepa from the singing group Salt N Pepa. In the dream, she exposed herself from the waist down, and pointed out the semen that had dried and crusted on her inner thighs. I remember thinking how hairy she was down there. I then questioned her about the semen, because for whatever reason, I knew that in her previous sexual encounter, she ended up swallowing the guy. So no semen should have ever been near her vagina. I should point out that at no point was there ever a thought that I had been the guy she had been with.
That's where that dream ended.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Thursday, February 22, 2007
DEF LEPPARD
Two nights ago I had a dream involving the rock group Def Leppard. In the dream, two members of the band were in my office. Apparently they were opening up a collection file with my law firm.
I was introduced to one of the members. He said his name was Rick Pearson. I got the impression he was the drummer. Incidentally, the real drummer's name is Rick Allen. In my dream, knowing he was the drummer, I looked to see if he was missing an arm, as the real drummer is. But I didn't notice whether he was or not. Also, Rick seemed a little standoffish to me.
That's where my dream ended.
I was introduced to one of the members. He said his name was Rick Pearson. I got the impression he was the drummer. Incidentally, the real drummer's name is Rick Allen. In my dream, knowing he was the drummer, I looked to see if he was missing an arm, as the real drummer is. But I didn't notice whether he was or not. Also, Rick seemed a little standoffish to me.
That's where my dream ended.
Friday, February 16, 2007
THE DOCKS
I can't remember all the details. But I can recall only one dream from last night.
In it, I think I was a kid. And I was playing on some docks, down by the water. It seemed more like a wharf or something. It was very long, and there were shops and things. I think there was a ferris wheel at the end of it. And I think I somehow conned my way onto it without paying for it. The next thing I know, I'm being chased by some authority figures for not paying. But I ended up getting away.
That's where my dream ended.
In it, I think I was a kid. And I was playing on some docks, down by the water. It seemed more like a wharf or something. It was very long, and there were shops and things. I think there was a ferris wheel at the end of it. And I think I somehow conned my way onto it without paying for it. The next thing I know, I'm being chased by some authority figures for not paying. But I ended up getting away.
That's where my dream ended.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
THE MILWAUKEE BREWERS
Last night I think I had a dream. It may have been a dirty dream. Something tells me it was. But the details have been lost. I was awakened this morning by the crying of one of my daughters. And that crying somehow snatched me out of my sleep, and snatched the memory of the dream I was having.
However, two nights ago, I had a very brief dream. In it I was watching some sports show on TV. They were showing a report about a recent trade involving the Milwauke Brewers and the Philadelphia Phillies. Each team swapped two players. The Brewers dealt someone named Phil Henderson, and a second player I can't recall to the Phillies in exchange for Bobby Abreu and another player I can't recall. The TV just showed the names in text.
That's where my dream ended.
In reality, Bobby Abreu did play for the Phillies in 2006. However, he was traded to the New York Yankees in the middle of the season. As for Phil Henderson, he doesn't exist - at least not in baseball.
I don't follow baseball like I used to. And if you were to ask me which team Bobby Abreu played for, I would have had no idea. I was shocked to discover that Abreu had in fact actually played for the Phillies.
However, two nights ago, I had a very brief dream. In it I was watching some sports show on TV. They were showing a report about a recent trade involving the Milwauke Brewers and the Philadelphia Phillies. Each team swapped two players. The Brewers dealt someone named Phil Henderson, and a second player I can't recall to the Phillies in exchange for Bobby Abreu and another player I can't recall. The TV just showed the names in text.
That's where my dream ended.
In reality, Bobby Abreu did play for the Phillies in 2006. However, he was traded to the New York Yankees in the middle of the season. As for Phil Henderson, he doesn't exist - at least not in baseball.
I don't follow baseball like I used to. And if you were to ask me which team Bobby Abreu played for, I would have had no idea. I was shocked to discover that Abreu had in fact actually played for the Phillies.
Monday, February 12, 2007
ALASKA
For the second time in recent weeks, I had a dream about Alaska.
I’m not sure where I was. But at the moment, I was by myself. I started walking down the road, lamenting the fact that I hadn’t changed into my tennis shoes. Instead, I was wearing my black dress shoes for work. They were no doubt getting dirty, as I was walking through slush. There were no sidewalks. So I ended up walking down the road, as cars whizzed by me. I somehow knew that I had to go about five miles to get to the nearest town – which I thought was Fairbanks. Remarkably, I got there only after a minute or two of walking. I then went in search of a map. So I ducked into a pizza place. It didn’t say “Pizza Hut.” But once I got inside, it was clear that it was in fact a Pizza Hut.
The next thing I knew, my wife, kids and parents were all with me. We sat down in a booth. All I wanted was a map. For some reason, it took forever to get a waitress – which was very frustrating, as we only wanted a map, and weren’t planning on eating there. We finally did get some help. And we received a cheap, paper map – which was probably printed on one of the paper placemats they give you.
We then went outside to plan our route. If we went north, we could end up at a body of water, 208 miles down the road. We could also go east or west, and find ourselves out in the wild almost immediately. I suggested we go east, where I surmised we would see lots of wildlife. By going east, we would be driving over terrain which was divided into “shelves.” What that means, I have no idea.
We ended up driving east. And it was more like a green forest than snowy tundra. Then my dream suddenly ended.
I’m not sure where I was. But at the moment, I was by myself. I started walking down the road, lamenting the fact that I hadn’t changed into my tennis shoes. Instead, I was wearing my black dress shoes for work. They were no doubt getting dirty, as I was walking through slush. There were no sidewalks. So I ended up walking down the road, as cars whizzed by me. I somehow knew that I had to go about five miles to get to the nearest town – which I thought was Fairbanks. Remarkably, I got there only after a minute or two of walking. I then went in search of a map. So I ducked into a pizza place. It didn’t say “Pizza Hut.” But once I got inside, it was clear that it was in fact a Pizza Hut.
The next thing I knew, my wife, kids and parents were all with me. We sat down in a booth. All I wanted was a map. For some reason, it took forever to get a waitress – which was very frustrating, as we only wanted a map, and weren’t planning on eating there. We finally did get some help. And we received a cheap, paper map – which was probably printed on one of the paper placemats they give you.
We then went outside to plan our route. If we went north, we could end up at a body of water, 208 miles down the road. We could also go east or west, and find ourselves out in the wild almost immediately. I suggested we go east, where I surmised we would see lots of wildlife. By going east, we would be driving over terrain which was divided into “shelves.” What that means, I have no idea.
We ended up driving east. And it was more like a green forest than snowy tundra. Then my dream suddenly ended.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
HOWARD STERN & C.C. DEVILLE
I had two dreams last night. The first one involved me being a member of Howard Stern's staff. I remember filing into a car with Howard, Robin Quivers and Artie Lange. We traveled down a road, which appeared to be Mishicot Road in Two Rivers, Wisconsin. But the next thing I knew, I was riding a bike instead. And then I was riding the bike completely naked.
I road the bike back up Mishicot Road. I'm not sure where I was headed. But I had this driving need to do something related to the radio show. I felt I had some sort of obligation to do a specific task. But I can't recall what that task was to be.
Eventually I ended up at a mall - which was the little strip mall which is attached to the Shopko store in Manitowoc, Wisconsin. It was then night time. And I became aware that it was New Year's Eve. I was running down the hallway of the strip mall, trying to reach the elevator. I was still completely naked. Then I ran into an old classmate friend of mine, Ken Bartz. Ken sort of grabbed me. He was mad that some naked guy was running in the halls. But when he saw it was me, he said something like, "Because you're a friend of mine, I'll let you go."
I then got to the elevator, and pressed the button for either the 7th or 8th floor. I was looking for Howard Stern's room. I got to the floor (which was the top floor) and then discovered that there was a lot of people up there - which was incredibly embarrassing, as I had no clothes on. To top things off, I couldn't find the room. Then I asked a woman who was the hostess of a restaurant up there, where Howard's room (with a lanai) was. She told me it was on the first floor. Great! So I got into the elvator and headed back down.
That's where my dream ended.
My next dream involved former Poison guitarest C.C. DeVille. I have no idea where we were. It was a parking lot somewhere. But he had a crack in the windshield of his pick-up truck. Then he told me how he'd gotten a new free windshield. Somehow he had a very small crack, probably caused by a small rock which hit it. He then took some sort of corrosive and applied it to the crack. That caused a large crack to appear, running the length of the windshield. For whatever reason, he apparently had insurance that would replace the windshield, if a crack happened gradually. And that's exactly what happened.
And that's where that dream ended.
I road the bike back up Mishicot Road. I'm not sure where I was headed. But I had this driving need to do something related to the radio show. I felt I had some sort of obligation to do a specific task. But I can't recall what that task was to be.
Eventually I ended up at a mall - which was the little strip mall which is attached to the Shopko store in Manitowoc, Wisconsin. It was then night time. And I became aware that it was New Year's Eve. I was running down the hallway of the strip mall, trying to reach the elevator. I was still completely naked. Then I ran into an old classmate friend of mine, Ken Bartz. Ken sort of grabbed me. He was mad that some naked guy was running in the halls. But when he saw it was me, he said something like, "Because you're a friend of mine, I'll let you go."
I then got to the elevator, and pressed the button for either the 7th or 8th floor. I was looking for Howard Stern's room. I got to the floor (which was the top floor) and then discovered that there was a lot of people up there - which was incredibly embarrassing, as I had no clothes on. To top things off, I couldn't find the room. Then I asked a woman who was the hostess of a restaurant up there, where Howard's room (with a lanai) was. She told me it was on the first floor. Great! So I got into the elvator and headed back down.
That's where my dream ended.
My next dream involved former Poison guitarest C.C. DeVille. I have no idea where we were. It was a parking lot somewhere. But he had a crack in the windshield of his pick-up truck. Then he told me how he'd gotten a new free windshield. Somehow he had a very small crack, probably caused by a small rock which hit it. He then took some sort of corrosive and applied it to the crack. That caused a large crack to appear, running the length of the windshield. For whatever reason, he apparently had insurance that would replace the windshield, if a crack happened gradually. And that's exactly what happened.
And that's where that dream ended.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
BEHEADING & AN EAGLE
Last night I had three dreams. But I can only remember the second and third one.
The second dream was a weird one. I was in some neighborhood. And there was a mess in the road. There was a big pile of mud and stuff. I got a garden house and watered it all down, washing away all the mud. I was left with a few unrecognizable items. But among those items there were also two severed hands. In addition to that, there was a severed head in some sort of small cage - a birdcage or something.
Well, having all these items in the road was not a good idea. So I decided that I needed to get rid of the stuff. At no point was there an indication that I had been responsible for the severed items. But nonetheless, I felt responsible to get rid of them.
I ended up running inside a nearby house. Some white trash family lived there. The house was pretty empty for the most part. But I got help from someone. For some reason, this guy was helping me clean up the house first, before I got around to taking care of the mess in the road. When we'd finished that, I went out to the garage. The garage was huge. Inside the garage was a door which lead to what appeared to be a small apartment. It was big, considering that it was inside a garage. But it was small for an apartment I guess.
Anyway, once I left the garage, I went to the road to clean up the mess. But I discovered that everything was gone and cleaned up. There was some muddy residue where the stuff had been. But that was all that was left.
My dream then came to an end.
The next dream I had involved being in a zoo. A bunch of people were behind some glass, looking at a bald eagle, which was in this big area. I decided to go down some stairs to the right, and find another entrance to look in on the eagle. I found a door that was wide open. I walked right in (along with a few other people) and got within a few feet from the eagle, with no barriers in between. I recall looking up at the other people, who were peering through the glass where I had just been standing. In reality, I was probably thinking of my real-life experience in a zoo in Portland, Oregon, where the people can actually enter a booth, and are literally five feet from an eagle - again, with no barriers.
That's where my second dream ended.
The second dream was a weird one. I was in some neighborhood. And there was a mess in the road. There was a big pile of mud and stuff. I got a garden house and watered it all down, washing away all the mud. I was left with a few unrecognizable items. But among those items there were also two severed hands. In addition to that, there was a severed head in some sort of small cage - a birdcage or something.
Well, having all these items in the road was not a good idea. So I decided that I needed to get rid of the stuff. At no point was there an indication that I had been responsible for the severed items. But nonetheless, I felt responsible to get rid of them.
I ended up running inside a nearby house. Some white trash family lived there. The house was pretty empty for the most part. But I got help from someone. For some reason, this guy was helping me clean up the house first, before I got around to taking care of the mess in the road. When we'd finished that, I went out to the garage. The garage was huge. Inside the garage was a door which lead to what appeared to be a small apartment. It was big, considering that it was inside a garage. But it was small for an apartment I guess.
Anyway, once I left the garage, I went to the road to clean up the mess. But I discovered that everything was gone and cleaned up. There was some muddy residue where the stuff had been. But that was all that was left.
My dream then came to an end.
The next dream I had involved being in a zoo. A bunch of people were behind some glass, looking at a bald eagle, which was in this big area. I decided to go down some stairs to the right, and find another entrance to look in on the eagle. I found a door that was wide open. I walked right in (along with a few other people) and got within a few feet from the eagle, with no barriers in between. I recall looking up at the other people, who were peering through the glass where I had just been standing. In reality, I was probably thinking of my real-life experience in a zoo in Portland, Oregon, where the people can actually enter a booth, and are literally five feet from an eagle - again, with no barriers.
That's where my second dream ended.
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