03/05/03
Thank You, Bill Kurtis!


The other night I dreamed something about being stuck in some house, some place, something, during a plague or apocalypse. I remember a woman with a dog, and for some reason Bill Kurtis from A&E gave me a green suit coat and pants! They looked like grass! I had no clue what to do with them, but I went to my parents and was like, "Nya-nya-nyaaaa, Bill Kurtis gave ME a gift!" There was more urgency in the part with the plague or whatever, if they were not the same dream (I feel they were the same)...I was indoors with some other people who had survived...but I can't recall it.




Which Way Do We Go?


This may have been from the same night as "Thank You, Bill Kurtis!" but I'm not sure. I dreamed Ma and I were going to Mackinac Island and we did end up there, but it's kind of like it wasn't Mackinac Island, also. And it was very strange. I remember at one point we were walking along a VERY steep trail leading upwards and Ma wanted to go to one place even though I wanted to explore more. To make her happy I told her we should go this one way when the trail forked, so we started to go that way, but then a sign or something told us we were heading for Fort Holmes, the highest point on the Island. I KNEW she did not want to go there, so I stopped and turned to her and said sheepishly, "I think maybe we should turn back and take another way." I really hadn't meant to mislead her, but she gave me a dirty look anyway.

So I think we may have started walking another way...it gets hazy. I do remember coming out in a really high location like a bluff or something and looking down toward the water. There was some sort of obstruction like I was looking through a windowpane or something. Down to the left (maybe we were in some kind of wooden fort?--not Fort Holmes, though) I saw an island way below and I tried to make it out better as the view was so extraordinarily good. I think I could see things moving around on it, it was so clear. But then it shifted until it was a boat or something and I wasn't as impressed anymore. I think it was coming in to land or something. I'm not very clear on this part anymore, though it left an impression in my dream. There were other people with me--older men, maybe, like hunters. All I remember is when the little island (Bois Blanc?) shifted into something else, I was disappointed, but I think I was going to go down, maybe to there, and look around some more.




SPIDER! AAAK!!


The night after "Which Way Do We Go?", I think, I had a detailed dream involving both parents--I remember us all converging at the fridge as all of us needed to use it, and I felt like singing that silly theme from that Clint Eastwood western, you know, "Ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhhh! Waw waw waaaawwww." We spent a lot of time in the utility room and I kept getting different things to drink from the fridge. A spider showed up and then vanished, but at the end of the dream it appeared again and I kind of freaked out by climbing up and holding onto the door of the fridge, trying to keep the spider away from me. Dad squished it, and I felt bad because I hadn't wanted it dead, I just hadn't wanted it ON me. The dream was, for the most part, humorous.




Bazoompas?


In this dream from my nap last night, Third Watch was on in the background in real life so I think that influenced it. I think I was watching a TV show which was either this or something similar; I know it was set in New York and had to do with crime. I seem to remember a woman sitting in a car, possibly a man with her; she was pregnant, or at least, she was pretending to be. Some police(?) (offscreen) were ordering her to prove her pregnancy as they knew she was a con artist. She seemed rather offended but had to do so or else risk getting caught. Somebody handed her a glass of water and told her to either hold it or drink it without spilling it all over--somehow, this would prove her pregnancy. I remember seeing water trickling from the glass as she tried to succeed. I think I was also thirsty. She was starting to fail when I heard some guy's voice say something about "bazoompas," in a New York accent. Then another man (still offscreen) exclaimed, "Bazoompas? Check out how fake that is!" or some such. Basically he was remarking on how fake this person's New York accent was.

I listened to the repeat of Third Watch when it was on again but I don't recall hearing anything about "bazoompas," so maybe my brain just made that part up. I feel the word may have been slang for breasts or something.




Mind The Paws, Buddy!


This dream took place after going back to sleep during my nap. The biography of Eva Braun was on when I awoke, so I think it appeared in my dream somewhere, but I'm not sure how, based on what I dreamed. The earliest part of the dream I remember was Ma returning home from bingo or some such, and a message had been left on the answering machine. This is very confusing. Dad had had a talk with someone about a grave. I think he was supposed to go visit somebody's grave--Grandma H.'s, even though she's not dead?--to show his respects, but he hadn't. Somewhere in here some signals got crossed and he hadn't gone, and Ma was annoyed about this. There was also something about a horse that Dad didn't do, either, I think. Ma was irritated that Dad hadn't done what he'd said he was going to do--the message had to do with this--but I was irritated also, as she hadn't been clear on what was expected. I was trying to tell her about this but she kept talking so I ended up yelling in this strident voice. I was sure I was going to wake Dad up, but she wouldn't listen to me! Very annoying.

The dream shifted somewhat so now both parents were awake. I think I went into my room to get some fruit candy and I returned and sat on the couch, eating some. It was nighttime; maybe something about Hitler was on TV? Because I know that show figured in here somehow. Anyway, I had my blanket over my legs and at one point I think I sat up, on my knees, to resituate myself, and a pack of Nutty Bars fell from my lap to the floor. I hadn't even known they were there. Dad laughed and I stooped to pick them up. Then I think I had a fruit chew shaped like a slice of melon or something and it fell on the floor, too. "Eewwww!" I said in distaste, and picked it up, but I was going to throw it away. Dad took it instead and brushed it off and gave it back to me. He made some kind of comment about this, but I can't remember what. I didn't want to eat something that had hit the floor unwrapped (I think I had been sucking on it too so it was wet), but I'm not sure what I did. I had different fruit chews, all similar to this I think, in different colors and flavors--red, green, etc.

I looked up as this was going on and saw Ma out at the computer. She was still miffed about our earlier interaction, but I saw her gesturing at me to come to her. I got up and did so. "Do you have any of those plastic sheets?" she asked; I knew she meant sheets of plastic like those you use to print overhead projections on. Maybe she needed to print something. In my dream, I had had a lot of these in the past, but I wasn't sure where they were. I frowned in puzzlement and left her behind to go looking around for some. I KNEW there had to be at least one or two somewhere nearby.

I ended up sitting on the couch in the living room again. Dad was now gone, and instead of him there was a big stack of papers and such, all disorganized, sitting on his end of the couch. I put my foot out and I think I had been planning to take a nap, but these papers had been here a long time, gathering, so I felt I should move them or risk toppling them all over the floor if I kicked them. I hunched over them and started sorting through them a bit, more interested in just getting them in an orderly pile and in peering at a few of them than in actual organization. I got a bit distracted looking at a few and noticed that a lot of them seemed to be old copies of my childhood stories like the King Kuts series (the stories I myself had written, I mean), as well as drawings, sketches, illustrations, etc. I seemed to come across a few different copies of the illustrations from one of my KK stories, maybe Part 2 or Part 3. I remember seeing Purrsha (a cat character), and some others, and I noticed how my drawing style changed over the years. One set was in my "middle" style, not old and not new; one set looked new and relatively good. I felt inspired looking at these and wondered if I should try to draw them again. Then I remembered what I had originally planned to do, and patted the papers into place, picking up the big stack with some difficulty and moving it to the floor.

As I did this I took a bigger sheet of paper off the top of the stack, as it was so big it didn't fit properly. It got in my way. It was a pencil (coal?) drawing of a demon's head. A very weird-looking demon; not very threatening, but ugly, face on. This was a large sheet of paper like what we used in art class, almost square shaped. I think I may have moved it with the rest of the papers, after figuring out what to do with it.

I first set the stack down beside the couch, but then knew it would get scattered if it was in the way like that. So I tried to nudge it under the footstool. The papers didn't want to go as there's already junk under there, in real life; so I had to push them insistently. Then I heard a snort and noticed a nose appear. It turns out there was a large dog, like a German shepherd, under the footstool (even though it would not fit in real life--this was a BIG dog); all I saw of it was its muzzle, dark brownish-grayish colored, I think, and my shoving the papers under here had distracted it from sleeping, as I'd been pushing on it. I think I apologized and finished pushing the papers under, more to the side so I hopefully wouldn't hit the dog. He HAD, after all, been there first. He (if it was a he) wasn't mean, just reminding me that I wasn't the only one who needed to use that part of the room.

As I said, Hitler had SOMETHING to do with this, but I'm not sure what. Maybe it was the dog? Or a show playing in the background? I don't know.



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