2000 Two Thousand

I dreamed that i wrote a check for two thousand dollars (don't know what for) and thought i might need to transfer funds from savings to checking to make sure it was covered and i'd still have funds in checking. After i wrote the check i clearly remember tearing it along the perforation and handing it to ??

I'm sure the message is very clear and obvious but i'm not understanding. Something like i have plenty to give but may need to reorganize priorities?

Cancer dream

This morning i was dreaming that i'd been diagnosed with cancer and i had to take two gigantic cancer pills and they were hard to swallow. I had to take the pills at exactly the right time to coordinate with my appointment with the cancer doctor. The appointment was at 10:30 and i had to have had the last series of pills at exactly four hours before so the tests that were going to be run would show how strong of medicine i would need to treat the cancer.

Apparently the diagnosis was made by a doctor in Raleigh but the doctor that would treat me was in Cali and i had to fly to ?Pacifica for the follow-up. I was waiting in ?Debbie’s apartment and i wasn’t sure where i needed to go and was getting a little bit panicked so i called Lois. I thought i needed to go to Serramonte (a mall i used to shop at in Daly City) but couldn't really tell. Lois was with Blake (my niece’s pal in real life) and Blake pointed out the map on the back of my appointment card that showed exactly how to get to the office. I still wasn't convinced that i could make it by myself without getting lost and asked Lois, but now i think she's Cameron, and Blake to meet me at the entrance of the office complex just in case... I think we had cells phones to stay in touch if i got lost.

Anyways… so i got to the place and Cameron'n Blake drove up and then took off once they knew i'd made my destination okay. The driveway to the office is like the drive to the nephrology office i go to in Raleigh. Once i checked in i had to wait for what seemed like a really long time and i was frustrated because time was running out for when i HAD to have the test otherwise the results would be skewed.

spinning out of control

In the dream, Mike is driving (his SUV i think). Scott and i are in the back seat. The road is circular and in bad repair. It's almost like a motocross track but two-way and paved. The edge of the road on for our direction (clock-wise) is ragged and worn. Mike takes a curve way too fast and Scott and i are both yelling "slow down, slow down" but it's too late. We're airborne. My vision is now omniscient and i'm looking at the scene from above. Mike is hanging on to the steering wheel with all his might and has a grin (rictus) on his face. The car is spinning horizontally, round and round and round like the propeller on a helicopter. Finally the car comes to rest and Mike is okay. I see my hand draped over the seat and as i'm willing a finger to move (from my omniscient POV) a drop of blood rolls down my index finger into water and makes a little red cloud and i know that i'm dead. I don't see or feel Scott anywhere and think he was probably thrown from the vehicle.

a really big shoe

In the dream, and i don't remember the context or lead in, i'm arguing with an older black man. We're sitting across from each other at a formal dinner table. He's dying and is making funeral arrangements for himself and his wife. His wife is much younger than he is and perfectly healthy. She's sitting at the head of the table (to my right, to his left). As i'm explaining why it's not necessary for her to have to die just because he has to she begins playing a very large man's brown dress show. The tone is like jazz bass and quite good. Plucky ringing tone. I look at the guy in triumph as if to say "See? She makes good music so can't possibly die now!" then i woke up and put that scene into my waking memory because it seemed important but right now i have no idea why.

Were they Grandmother and Grandfather spider again? I don’t remember the earlier part of the dream so i’m not sure. The other time they visited me in a dream they started out as big giant orb weavers and morphed into an old white haired black couple. Maybe. The He wasn’t so old though. Maybe seventies. And the She was maybe forties. Both seemed vital and alive to me even though the He said he was dying.