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Bizarre Dreams of a Future King?

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I sometimes wonder why I still hold onto this site. Almost 20 years ago I started it on a whim. I updated it often when there wasn’t much else in my life. When I drew daily, when I had lots of time to myself.

Now, well its almost all family time. And when it’s not I read, or run, or sleep, or clean, or work…. or a million other things that are more pressing than updating this site. And while it could be somewhere to write about family, Sam and I long ago decided not to post lots of pictures of our girls online.

But some nights when I get pretty good sleep, I still have bizarre dreams that I want to write down. And this is the perfect place for that.

Last night I had a dream that I was the new King of France. But oddly it took place in or around the house I grew up in. And before I was anointed king, I climbed a weird statue or marker in the town square that had all the other kings’ names before me etched on it.

After climbing it I had to listen to the two chambers of Lords argue with each other. One was a more populous Lower Chamber with lesser Lords, and one was a sparse Upper Lord chamber with only a few dozen Lords. They argued about which laws to enforce, the role of religious figures and other such.

Eventually there was a type of coronation ceremony. There was the Pope/Religious head, a few more ‘regal Lords’ and some of the wealthier citizens.

Oddly the first I noticed, and pointed out, was that the Pope was a weird wicker puppet, with teeth carved out of wood and hay sticking out of his sleeves. Working the Pope Puppet was a weird giant slug like creature. I pointed out how he wasn’t human, how he shouldn’t be there and some guards dragged the puppet and slug like creature away. The whole time the slug creature was making the Pope Puppet say things like “Oh my son you are awfully mistaken,” and “Hundreds of Thousands of citizens praise and worship me!”

When the chamber was silent again I was called on to speak. I spoke of creating a community bank to fund small businesses and investments. Of using their wealth to give back. Of creating loans to improve lives of others. Of how using their money this way could actually increase their net worth over a longer timeline while improving all of the citizenry.

I was asked to leave while they pondered this. Which I did. I entered my parent’s house, the house I grew up in and sat around the kitchen talking to my parents, sisters and brother about how bizarre the whole scenario was and how I knew the wealthy would never go for my plans.

That’s where the dream ended. I woke up confused and totally groggy.

Not like exhausted, but that I woke up at the wrong time and was not motivated much for my run this morning. But I knew I had to get this dream down somewhere. It was the strangest dream I’ve had in a while. I’m sure influenced by the books I’ve been reading – I just finished the second book in the Wheel of Time series yesterday evening. But also, just bizarrely way off – Puppet Pope Slugs don’t appear anywhere in the story….

At least not yet. But 12 more books to go in the series so I may be wrong.

Open Up the Space

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I had this dream last night where I was listening to music through a stereo system outdoors on the lawn. I was trying to play music from my phone through the system using Bluetooth, and while the knobs showed I was connected, no music played.

I started to hear these voices in the air that said “open up the space,” over and over again in an almost sing songy way.

I don’t know what that means or what I needed to do because I woke up right after that. But all morning I have had “open up the space” going through my head.

I must be saying it aloud also because Marceline repeated it.

Dreams about a brother

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So I’ve been writing about PJ lately in my journal for Marceline. I write about everyone in there. I want something I can hand off to her, as an adult, to sort of read about me, my family and life.

I think that came forward about a dream involving PJ. It was this strange dream that took place part in Queensbury, part on a Boardwalk in Delaware. And PJ was a child, maybe 10 or so in my dream, while I was still an adult.

In the dream we were trying a new ice cream shop, but the ice cream shop only had berry flavored ice cream treats. I am not a fan of berries – pretty much any berry – so anything with berries in it I won’t eat. So my family asks me to watch PJ while they all get ice cream.

PJ and I walk over to the playground of my childhood. This large wooden playground that was behind the elementary school I went to. It was build when I was a child and I remember many times running through this giant wooden structure extremely gleefully only to bash my head off a low hanging wooden beam. But that’s neither here nor there.

PJ starts to run off and play, and someone calls me over. I’m not sure who this guy is, but he acts like we are good friends and I seem to accept that. He asks if I play this video game, and I say no, I’ve never played it. That it isn’t something that interests me. But then I ask him about my phone. I say I downloaded some app onto my iphone (I haven’t had an iphone in years) and it has essentially bricked my phone. All I have is a giant ad on my screen and can’t get past it. I’ve tried restarting it, no avail. My friend says he can’t help me.

My family starts to mosey over from the ice cream shop. They ask where PJ is. I become aware that PJ is trapped on my phone. Stuck in a picture. Somehow he got into my phone and now, because of that app bricking my phone, I can’t show them that PJ is safe in my phone – for some reason in my dream it is totally normal for him to be in my phone.

I start to panic and can’t explain why PJ is nowhere to be found. My family can’t understand what I am saying about PJ being trapped in my phone. All they see is the ad on my screen that I can’t get rid of.

That’s where my dream ends. It wasn’t the only dream I had last night, but definitely was the weirdest.

Kenny Loggins Day Post 3

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Maybe I’m getting a little too excited for Kenny Loggins Day this year.

I just woke up from a dream where a murder mystery happened on Kenny Loggins Day and I had to celebrate Kenny Loggins Day while solving the crime.

10 days & 15 hours to go until Kenny Loggins Day.

The Countdown is on.

 

Killer Corn

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I had this crazy dream last week.  So much so that I had to tell everyone I could about it. Simple because it involved killer corn.

The dream started with my co-workers and I talking about my father.  He was being pushed out of his job and forced to retire.  I was pretty upset about it, but my dad told me it was ok.

At this point I realized we were looking into a lobby of a mall, or space ship, or something similar to that.  If those things are similar or can be similar.  Or at least it was a wide open space in a building or vehicle of some sort (I stick to it being a space ship).

Scan_20150120There were massive crowds of people, all happy, until…. the Killer Corn came in.  It was potted corn.  Tall stalks of corn, each clay pot holding one corn stalk.  How they moved, I’m not sure.  It was more like a herd of potted corn stalks.  They moved up to people, and the corn stalks opened their huge mouths and ate people.  And the people they ate then popped out as evil potted corn stalks.  The best example was a girl with red pigtails, who became an evil redheaded pigtailed potted corn stalk.

And with everyone they ate the herd of corn stalks grew.  I was up on the balcony watching this happen.  I ran to an outer window ledge.  Evil potted corn stalks ran past the window chasing all the other people.  I crawled out on the roof, but it wasn’t a roof, it was some terra cotta shingles covering and engine or some sort.  I sat up here listening to people being eaten by the corn stalks.  I sat and looked off in the distance, not really worrying about the quickly multiplying corn.  Instead enjoying the heat from the engines and the view of fields in the distance.

And that’s when I woke up.  All excited about killer corn.

PS – How about a dream soundtrack?  This dream’s soundtrack – King Killer by Barkinghaus.

Another Dream

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Space BoyI love my dreams. They are weird, vivid, and usually have a storyline that runs through them.

Sam says her dreams are never as coherent as mine. When I was in middle school I used to try and tell myself what I wanted to dream about as I was falling asleep. I do recall it worked sometimes. Just a random experiment.

So last night, I had this dream that I was an astronaut on the first mission to the moon. Not NASA – Neil Armstrong mission to the moon, but something different. We were in a big, huge, massive auditorium. Pack with people, press and all the equipment for the mission to the moon. We were launching from right there on stage.

Everything in the dream was modern too. This wasn’t a 1960’s dream, it was modern day.

In the auditorium the lights were down. The rest of the crew and I were laughing and talking with all the fans and press about how great this was. There were four of us going on this mission. We were treating it lightly even though everyone kept saying how historic it was. As lift off was closing in, we all went our separate ways to get prepared. I kept looking for my spacesuit and couldn’t find it. The rest of the crew were all dressed up in their clear bubble headed spacesuits and ready for lift off. I was the only one not prepared.

I ran around the dressing room searching for my spacesuit. I tore clothes off racks, ripped through drawers that were way to small to fit the suit, and was screaming at the top of my lungs. Someone told me it could be in the coat rack and I ran to the back of the auditorium, a spot light following me the whole way, but my suit wasn’t there. I eventually accepted that the mission had to go one without me. That everyone else was ready, I was preventing launch and had to just give up, which I did.

I didn’t watch the launch. I went back to my dressing room and collapsed on the bed in there arms splayed out to my sides exhausted. All I was saying was “Someone hide it” while really thinking I just wasn’t ready for it. Didn’t prepare for launch the right way. Everyone else was ready way before me and I took it too lightly. That’s why I wasn’t on the launch. It was my fault.

Someone came in to fight me. Really. This was part of my dream. Someone came in the dressing room wanting to fight me. One of the launch crew on the ground said “You really don’t want to fight with him right now. He’s pretty mad,” and I was. I was mad and angry and blaming myself for not being on the something as historic as the first mission to the moon.

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And that’s how I woke up. Not sure how, why, or where this dream came from but there it is. A solid tale of randomness and fiction that my brain created to entertain me last night.