Coraline dreams

Last night the dream started out that i was in my house i live in now but it was still located at Castlemill (where Waverly Place is now). I had my tin of Skybox basketball cards and was wondering how much cash i could get for them if i wanted to sell them. Then i apparently fell to sleep inside that dream.

Everything is sepia toned. I'm still at Castlemill but everything is desolate. I walk up the road towards Kildaire and there's just a lot of open fields and a few shanty shacks. One of them is occupied and i go to that one. The man inside is a trader/dealer/businessman of some kind and i ask him to buy my tin of Skybox cards. He takes the box and looks at few and says "I'll give you five thousand dollars for the lot" and i begin to cry and tell him "You've saved my life." I leave the "store" with my money and there's another girl with me. Angie? Anyways she tells me that he'll re-sell the tin and get ten thousand for it and get his money back plus profit. I tell her i don't care, i just am happy with so much money. I apparently have a job but it doesn't pay enough and i'm going to lose the house. I have an idea and go back in to the shop and ask the man if i can work for him. He explains that with the economy he can't afford to pay me much. I'm a bit crestfallen because i think he's a good man. As i'm leaving it occurs to me that maybe i could work a few hours in his shop doing some typing AFTER my other job. I turn around and ask him and as he mulls it over....

I wake up and i'm in my current bed in my current house in it's current location with all of my basketball cards - the tin and all my albums. I'm remembering the time that Larry Bird and Charles Barkley came over for dinner and my mom cooked a great meal. I'm amazed that i'd forgotten that but clearly remember Larry in a green polo type shirt with small white horizontal stripes and Charles in his oxford cotton shirt with the button-down collar. I remember standing outside the house (when it was still at Castlemill) saying good bye to them and not wanting them to leave.

And i wake up again. I'm in my current bed, current house, current location and Scott is sleeping next to me and all my basketball cards are still on the bed. I tell him about Charles and Larry visiting one time and how i hate SSRI's i take for depression because they make me forget stuff and then when i remember i'm not sure if it's real or not. I ask him if he believes me that Larry and Charles came over and he says "I believe that you dreamed that that happened" and i get confused because it seems like it really happened but it's possible i just dreamed that i dreamed it happened.

Then i woke up for real and felt really happy that i'd got to spend some quality time with Larry Bird and Charles Barkley and thought how amused mom would be when i tell her the dream because she's a big Larry Bird fan. :o)


That was the most multi-leveled dream i ever recall having and i'm still not convinced that once upon a time when the house was still on Castlemill that Larry and Charles didn't came over for dinner. It SEEMS like it really happened. Maybe that was in the parallel. Maybe all the levels of the dream were just different parallels of this life. And it's true about the SSRI's. I think that's how they work. They make recalling things very difficult because they wipe out your random access memory. Yesterday i could not for the life of me think of Dave Letterman's last name. I could remember "Dave" and i could see his face very clearly. But the last name that kept popping into my head was either Mason or Matthews. Finally, after searching and searching my brain retrieved LETTERMAN from the basement. That is SO annoying. But it's better than being a prisoner of the Beast.