February 10th, 2018
|06:19 am - dreamed|
Another football dream. I was one of the all-stars in the Taco Bell All-Star game; unfortunately all of the all-stars on both teams (there were about eight) wore the same white uniform with no numbers, just a big Taco Bell logo. I was at a pre-game party and a seated woman, about sixty years of age, asked me in Spanish, "Do you enjoy the soundtracks of the films of Hitchcock?" I used my best Spanish to ask if there were a certain film she was referring to and she said "Aventad".
I wasn't sure which title this referred to but I found a white paperback on our hostess' bookshelf that was an overview of Hitchcock's films. I was holding it in my teeth as I climbed down the long ladder from the party to the football field, when the hostess asked, "Where are you going with that book?" I told her exactly where and why and she said "here, let me help you" and climbed back up the ladder, taking the book with her.
February 8th, 2018
|08:46 am - dreamed|
I was selected as the new kicker for the New Orleans Saints, but I didn't have any cleats. I went to the team facility to get some, but only one person was there, a nice woman who kept saying we'd have some cleats soon. She then asked me to look at some delivery menus, and I realized this kicker position might be more like an internship. But then I kicked a ball about a hundred yards.
December 22nd, 2017
|09:37 pm - dreamed|
I was in Baton Rouge, working as a tour manager for one of my website clients. I was managing a band he had connections with. Don't know who. I was sitting in the backseat of the van, making calls. Then a girl jumped in and slammed the door. She was arguing with her fratboy boyfriend through the windows, miming her words so I couldn't hear. I told her to leave and she did, but another frat boy jumped in and grinned in my face until I asked him what he wanted.
"I want to drink your murder oil!" he said.
December 9th, 2017
|12:49 pm - dreamed|
I went to a music festival like SxSW but was kind of late, got there in time for some afterparties. Went to a record store where all the merchandise including the posters was truly shelf-worn and the proprietor implied that made it more valuable. I caught a ride home, but to save time for the next year, I dug a hole in some loose paving rubble and buried my guitar (in its hard case) at the corner of 12th and 2nd Streets so I could find it later.
December 1st, 2017
|12:10 pm - dreamed|
I was with a group of British people who were like sports fans, they were a team of some kind with rugby shirts and patches. but the main activity were were involved in was waiting patiently to climb down a ladder from one floor to the lower one. To do well at this sport was to wait the most patiently. I was very patient. Finally, the most colorful (maybe read loutish) of our group announced he was ready to go. He leaped head first, skipping the ladder, and was killed on landing, with his neck clearly broken. Another member of our team climbed down quickly, and, laughing, demonstrated that our loyal teammate's skull was multiply fractured.
November 25th, 2017
|10:42 am - dreamed|
I was traveling with two motorcyclists. One was a hispanic big guy whose t-shirt said "Cleveland 1981". The other was a taciturn white guy. The hispanic guy kept saying he was tired of cooking and wanted to go fight for his people. As a concession to him, the taciturn guy removed the seat from his chopper and cooked a turkey right on the engine. He cooked it until smoking guts were hanging all over the machine.
November 24th, 2017
|10:37 am - dreamed|
My car was running poorly and I pulled out into a city street and stalled and caused an accident between an 18-wheeler and a fire truck. The driver of the 18-wheeler was ejected from the vehicle but she was in a safety cage, so she was fine. I noticed she was attractive so I went back to apologize and say hi. She asked me out on a date and said I would enjoy getting involved in her and her friends' complicated love lives.
November 21st, 2017
|08:46 am - dreamed|
I needed to fill up my cousins' above-ground pool and start the heater. It was a huge pool, about thirty feet high. I kept finding incorrect places to attach the hose. Then this surfer dude who was complaining about disunity in the metal scene said "I don't know if you can use these, but..." and handed me the instructions. The instructions were in a fancy sturdy booklet called "How To Have A Great Spring Break". The first article told you what to do if you fell in love. The instructions were not helpful.
November 20th, 2017
|03:51 am - dreamed|
The Hitchcock movie "Rear Window" was called "Door Knob".
November 8th, 2017
|07:24 am - dreamed|
I was trying to stay out of the rain to finish a call with an old client who was telling me, basically, that print is dead. When the rain stopped, I climbed on a big rusty utility box and disturbed a young Asian man. It turned out he was crazy, and if you disturbed him, he became your tormentor. He chased me everywhere with a razor blade in his hand yelling "Yaaah! Yaaaah!" Just chasing, not slicing, though he would hold the blade to your neck. Someone showed me that if you grabbed his wrist you could put him on the ground--he didn't want to hurt you, he just liked the attention. It was still time-consuming.