Category: general

a dream I had about chancing upon a lunch lady from elementary school

I was at some kind of live outdoor event, perhaps a political one sponsored by the Department Of Education, when I saw one or two of the lunch ladies from my elementary school; I remember one of them responding negatively to Donald Trump; I’d come across again in real life at Borders as an adult several years later.

I was nearly ecstatic because the earlier bookstore reunion; they didn’t remember me, but I told them they look familiar and that’s when they asked me if I attended the school which instantly reminded me where I knew their faces from; was short-lived. I’d rattled off as many teachers I could think of in those several seconds.

They seemed to remember each name I threw at them; Miss Shaw was one of the first; and gave me a brief update on seemingly every one. Some had died, some retired and others, surprisingly enough, still worked there. I wanted to talk more; the nostalgia was intense, but I didn’t want to take up too much of their time.

I figured I’d never see them again; it was quite unlikely; but there they were, or at least one of them was there, at this event in what I didn’t realize at the time was just a dream. I don’t know whether or not they’re related in real life; at least I don’t remember; but they were sisters, perhaps a set of “three” sisters, in this dream.

There was only one by the time we wound up in some kind of room. Perhaps it was backstage at that same event. She sat on a bed of sorts; the room was almost like a jail cell; with Miranda, a manager from the aforementioned Borders, now working as her apparent caregiver, sitting on a bench or chair beside her. They faced me.

I’d reminded the lunch lady; I’m calling them lunch ladies, but they could’ve worked in the school office; I don’t remember which; of our bookstore encounter from years earlier. It’s been amazingly already almost as many years as it had been since I’d seen them at the time. I told her I wanted to talk more at a later time.

Actually I wanted to talk more right then and there; I wanted to start naming teachers again; besides I’ve forgotten all the details of the previous update; but I didn’t want to pester her. It seemed she’d grown elderly, she seemed to be of poor health, hence the caregiver, and she looked tired. I was going to let her rest first.

2025 February 01

a dream I had about Anderson Silva coming back to the UFC

The title read something like “Anderson Silva Back In The UFC For An Easy Win”. It was a headline that suggested he’d recently re-signed with the promotion, just as I’d read about Donald “Cowboy” Cerrone in real life before falling asleep, which, as a fan; Silva is my favorite fighter; instantly made me click the link to found out more.

It was a video that showed a man in a business suit; a greasy-haired Jacob The Jeweler type. It might’ve even been him. He was sitting behind a desk at what I assumed was his place of business, which could’ve been an MMA gym with all the faceless fighters I saw there; one of which was supposedly scheduled to fight Silva.

It flashbacked to a clip of him trying to fight another man; not Silva; near the entrance of that same business. The front walls were tall and windowed like Firstar Bank in Fort Smith. He was being held back by other men. He looked young; they said he was 20 or 21; and tough. He was average-sized but with a muscular build.

I was concerned not so much for old Silva’s safety but his record. I didn’t want him to come back just to get another loss. The “Easy” bit in the headline made me think it would be, as the pro wrestling world puts it, a jobber, but he looked like he’d knock Silva out or take him down and submit him quickly. Silva apparently didn’t agree.

Silva said with confidence that he’d “beat him”. I think he even said he’ll do it “easy”. I think he was talking to the business man via FaceTime (video) or something. I couldn’t see him, but I could hear him as I magically became part of the scene, standing there in that first (front) room of the business with the presumed owner.

He had a grin on his face as he started singing about Silva coming back to fight. I don’t remember the words but they suggested he wanted Silva to “win” and ended with a line to promote his business. We, his small audience, giggled in response. “That’s the only reason you want him to win,” I said, emphasizing “That”. They laughed again.

By then I’d realized that the link I’d clicked was, as the internet world would say, a clickbait title. What Anderson Silva said about the young fighter was real as was the little scuffle, but they weren’t scheduled to fight and Silva didn’t have a new UFC contract. The 49-year-old (Silva) was probably just joking about beating him easily.

2024 December 28