Tag: sleep

a dream I had about attending an event with tables of free White Castle burgers

It must’ve been some kind of school-related event because I remember seeing Unika from real-life, among other recognizable faces. We were in what seemed to be the first-floor lobby area of a building I’d compare to a smaller version of Cobo Arena in Detroit and it was fairly crowded with mostly young people; hanging around, walking about, eating what seemed to be an endless supply of White Castle burgers. There were sacks and sacks of them; mostly cheese but also plain burgers; placed on fold-out banquet-style tables thru-out the lobby.

I love White Castle burgers, but, for some reason, I didn’t begin grabbing them immediately. I waited, perhaps because I was too busy doing other things; vague memories of girls, sex and having my camera to try to get some of the antics on video come to mind; but once I started eating, it’s like I couldn’t stop. I remember grabbing three or four burgers; trying to be discreet about it; leaving the building and coming back for thirds and fourths; by then, some had been replaced with fresh fish sandwiches; thru-out the evening.

Another cool thing about the event is that some of the rooms connected to the lobby seemed to be actual movie theaters, where you, meaning anyone, could simply walk in and watch a movie on the big screen for free. I remember thinking of going to see one but not doing it because, again, I was busy; walking in and out, focused mainly on the girls; many of whom I know in real life from school or work, some of whom I never liked or talked to much and didn’t in the dream. I passed at least one of the latter on one of my Castle grabs.

2016 August 02

a dream I had about a parachute man

“Hey Josh,” I yelled as I rushed thru the house, “Look at the parachute man!” I’d just seen him; a man falling from the sky in a neon parachute; from the front seconds earlier. He had already nearly landed in the backyard when Josh turned to look. “Whoa,” he might’ve exclaimed in response. It was instant surprise and excitement as we both looked up thru the big window area over the back door.

By the time we made it to the door, that window view was covered by the sight of a huge parachute that hadn’t yet deflated. “Where did you come from,” I asked the man, a black guy probably 40-something or 50-something years old. He was friendly as he explained, saying something about the local pine straw dealer. I forgot his exact words. I was more concerned about the possibility of him snatching Josh.

He didn’t do anything to make me think he’d try something like that. I just thought of how easy it would be for him to snatch him; Josh was a kid, probably around ten years old; and take off in the parachute. As far as kidnapping a kid and not getting caught by the police goes, it, in my mind, would’ve been like the perfect crime, so I stood behind Josh, close enough to react if he tried, as we continued to chat.

2016 March 05

a dream I had about waiting till the last minutes to study for a college exam

There I was, sitting at a random desk in a quiet library or study lounge, if not an empty classroom, studying for the upcoming exam. Trying desperately to condense weeks, or at least several days, of study into less than a half hour; hell, a few minutes; is more like it. The exam, our first major one to represent about a third or fourth of our final grade, was set to start in that short amount of time and what a damn fool I was for getting myself into such a situation. The stress I put on myself by literally putting it off till the last minutes was an absolute dread. I had a good relationship with the teacher (Eugenio) and I knew I could give myself some extra time by showing up a little late, but those thoughts were hardly a relief.

It was a college student’s nightmare as I sat there anxiously speed-reading not mere notes but questions and answers from a practice test I got from a classmate. I didn’t even have my own study guide, at least not with me at the time when it really mattered. Not that theirs was helping me much. I was retaining facts, yeah; I think it was some kind of political history class; but ultimately trying to accomplish a task that was quite improbable, especially if the actual exam didn’t include the same questions as I feared it wouldn’t. Even if it did, passing was going to be a long shot, but I was determined to give it that shot, at the risk of disappointing not only myself but a teacher who seemed to genuinely root for me.

2016 January 06

a dream I had about taking a photo of a police officer at my job

I was working at Wendy’s or a similar fast-food restaurant, at least at the beginning of the dream, but I wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed about it like I’d be in real life, perhaps because it was a part-time side job I was doing between classes or something. I don’t know. It was certainly a college town I was living in and I worked in the back, doing stock or something, where I wouldn’t be seen by the general public.

In any case, there was a police officer who worked there also, presumably as a security guard. We were in a dark room, perhaps a conference room of sorts, when he asked me to take a picture of him. He said it was for his mother, his wife, his daughter or some other female in his immediate or extended family. I said okay and he handed me his phone. It was a “smart” phone, most likely an Android or iPhone.

I told him that he should let me do it with my camera because I could make it look professional. His reply was basically that he just wanted a quick photo, nothing fancy, to show the family member because they’d get a kick out of it. I don’t know if it was his haircut, the way he was sitting in the chair, or what, but he implied that there was something funny or special about the way he was looking at the moment.

I think that’s when I got a page from a supervisor on the overheard speaker, asking me to call or come somewhere. I immediately walked over to a phone and called them, saying I was on my way. I think one of the seemingly two people on the phone when I called was Rick, a supervisor from a different real-life job. He said okay and seemed to be about to say something else when I hung-up the phone.

I said okay to the police officer as or shortly before I started to frame his image on the screen, trying to figure-out if I should do it vertically and include his whole body as most people probably would or horizontally and cut off his legs, following the so-called rule of thirds, as my video experience taught me to do. I wanted to do the latter, but it wasn’t a video and I figured he’d prefer a standard vertical shot.

I also wondered if he wanted me to take one single photo or a few different ones to pick from. I didn’t want to ask him because I didn’t want to make the situation any more complicated than I’d already had. So I made-up my mind to just start shooting, but the room was too dark. So I started to open the blinds or curtains for sunlight until he stopped me and said that the darkness is what made it funny.

I think that’s when I awoke.

2015 August 25