Dream Journal - 12/27/04

I'm in the stands at a minor league baseball game. My seat was in the lower level, so I was fairly close to eye level with the players.

I'm standing up and in the middle of a conversation with someone beside me, when I realize somebody on the field is throwing me a ball. I've been catching it in a mitt, but not really realizing I'm doing it. I'm not throwing it back, I just keep catching them over and over.

Finally, the guy on the field throwing the ball yells at me to throw them back. I look over and see it's former L.A Dodger skipper, Tommy Lasorda. He tells me to throw back the ball - I look in my glove and see the ball, pick it up and throw it. It goes wildly awry, so I look down and see another ball in the glove - I throw it, and it too goes wildly awry. Lasorda's getting upset with me, and I can tell people around me are starting to chuckle at the idiot who can't even throw a ball back into the infield.

I realize the ball is not really a baseball, but a light, hollow plastic Wiffleball - something that wouldn't sail 10 feet if you tossed it off a cliff. I throw it as hard as I can, it goes about 10 feet - then the wind catches it, and it sails wildly off. I'm getting frustrated, because I can't communicate that it's a stupid Whiffleball Lasorda's asking me to throw, and I'm also frustrated that noone in the stands - who are still laughing at me - can't see it either.

Memory

Why do we forget our dreams? Why, upon waking from some imaginary journey of truly epic proportions, does it slip away like fog into the ether?

That happens to me almost every morning, with the exceptions being noted below. Last night I woke up with that particular feeling I'd dreamed something exceptional, but it instantly retreated safely back behind lock and key - teasing me, hinting from behind the door of memory that it bet I'd love to know what it was..

I guess short of hypnosis, I'll never know what the place was that I went, and what I experienced while I was there.

If I could just figure a way to improve my memory and recall, maybe that would help. I know of no such aids, though...anyone have any ideas?

Course, maybe the fact that when the kids are sleeping at the grandparents house and I get to sleep nude makes me have funny dreams....but that's just me. :)

Dream Journal - 12/19/04

I was at an amusement park all day Saturday, and was quite cold and exhausted when I got home Saturday night. Went to bed at 11:30 pm.

The first part of my dream I don't recall any details. There is a strong feeling, though, that I was present at a struggle between good and evil. Possibly even a participant.

Next, I recall driving down a road in our van, with my son in the back seat. There is a violent storm raging around us, with numerous streak of lightning flashing all around us. I'm trying to get us out of the storm, when suddenly the sky clears and the sun comes out. It doesn't feel right, and I begin to feel suspicious.

A flock of birds are flying low to the ground in front of my. They fly right to left, crossing the path of my van. As they get in front of me, they are immediately sucked straight up. I realize with a start I'm seeing the first signs that I'm in a tornado.

I feel the van picked up off the road a couple of feet, then dropped back to the ground. As I frantically try to get off the road and find safe harbor, I see the swirl of a funnel cloud outside the car, and we are lifted off the road again. This time much higher, and for longer.

With a BOOM I find myself, my son and the van up in a tree where it has fallen and come to rest. The van is balanced precariously balanced in the branches, and I must get my son and myself to safety.

Segue to:

I'm with the rest of my family, and we're going back home to see what kind of damage the tornado did. In the dream, we live in an apartment (we have a house in real life. The apartment isn't one I've ever lifed in in my life, but it did seem familiar to me). As we enter our apartment, we see that a lot of our furniture is gone, and someone has seemed to have moved in new furniture. Our first immediate fear is that someone has stolen our belongings, then we have an idea our landlord, for some reason, thought we weren't returning, sold our belongings and re-rented the property.

It's then I realize we're on the wrong floor - our apartment is on the ground floor. We all troop downstairs and go in our apartment. The apartment seems to be mostly empty, and doesn't appear to have been lived in.

I glance into a room, and my mother-in-law lies dead on the floor.

Wake up! It's 1:30. What a very odd image, and it wakes me up. I feel very disconcerted, and wonder if I should have my wife call home to make sure her mom's ok. I decide that's not a good idea.

When I finally wake up later in the morning, I recall that the next dream sequence, I"m describing the tornado to someone, as if I were blogging it...

Well....

I'm not sure I'm all that interested in keeping this blog up anymore. If you read it even semi-regularly, and want me to keep trying to remember and post my dreams, let me know.

Dream Journal - 12/02/04

I dreamed I woke up in the bed in my old room at my parent's house. It was daylight. I rolled over, and I was lying in bed with a coworker of mine. She's about my age, and attractive, so it wasn't that jarring a prospect... I smile for a moment, remembering that we were sharing the bed just to sleep because there wasn't anywhere else for her to sleep. I spend a moment trying to figure a way to get closer to her (without LOOKING like I'm trying to get closer to her) when she suddenly wakes up. I act like I was just waking up and stretching myself when my mom walks into the room to get us up.