Tag: Michigan

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

video review : Jiří Procházka versus Jamahal Hill at UFC 311

video review : Jiří Procházka versus Jamahal Hill at UFC 311

The Intuit Dome screen erroneously lists Jamahal Hill as having one loss at the start of this bout, but this is his third. That it comes via TKO after making excuses for his previous knockout; Alex Pereira’s bad sportsmanship after a confusing pause in action by Herb Dean was to blame; will only add more salt to his wounds; namely a swollen eye and busted nose.

Not that it isn’t a close fight. My score card actually favored Hill, despite his face telling a different tale, up until the ending sequence. That bit begins in Round 3 when he’s floored by a left/right combination he’s not able to recover from. Jiří Procházka fighting for a cancer patient in the crowd makes his victory, in contrast to Hill’s salt, that much sweeter.

my rating : 4 of 5

2025

a dream I had about seeing Morrell on the bus

I don’t know what I was doing on the bus. I had a car. I even offered Morrell a ride home after he told me he still couldn’t drive. He suffered a brain injury, and almost lost his life, in a car accident several years ago and had to relearn how to do basic things most people take for granted like walking and reading. He still hadn’t relearned how to drive in the dream. That’s if he ever would.

I think I asked him how he got “here” or “there” and he told me, or implied that, he walked. It seemed to be to the high school we attended from Highland Park; about four miles. I told him that wasn’t far to me; he knew I walked a lot; to which he reminded me of his disability. That’s when I offered him the ride albeit reluctantly because I generally don’t like other people in or near my car.

He was near the front of the bus and I was closer to the back, so we’d been talking loud enough for everyone else to hear; something I would’ve hated doing, thus probably wouldn’t have done, in real life. He eventually came back to where I was; I guess he was just getting on when we saw each other; and sat just behind and across from me, where we continued our conversation.

I hadn’t seen him in years nor the friends I met thru him. “You still talk to William,” I asked. He put up his hand and did the kinda wave except here it probably meant not really. I also asked about Darius; I think that was his name but I was more certain in the dream; and I thought he said he was gay. There was a lot of noise on the bus, so I was going to ask him to repeat it when I awoke.

2024 July 21