The dream takes place in my Manassas house but i don’t know it at first. I’m on the telephone with Angie asking her if she’s coming to the party on 6/26. As i’m talking to her over the phone, i can also see her. She’s in her old house next to mine. First she’s in the kitchen then she walks through the living room and out the front door into a garage. She’s sweeping and cleaning. I ask her what she’s doing that for and she tells me that there’s some kind of infestation she’s trying to get rid of. She describes the nuisance as little red bugs and i say “chiggers.” She doesn’t know. I describe how chiggers are little red dots and get under your skin and itch like crazy and how once when Audree and i were little kids, we sat in a bunch of chiggers and Audree was covered with the red spots. Angie is still cleaning while i’m talking and seems out of sorts. Somehow i know she lives with a man (scout master) and some boys (scouts) and ask where they are and why they’re not cleaning the garage. She grouses about how they don’t do anything around the house. I tell her that the one of the boy scouts should do the work “because isn’t there an Exterminator Badge they could earn?” She’s very out of sorts and i can’t seem to bring her out of her cloud. She goes back into the living room and continues cleaning. I get the feeling that she’s fixing up the house so it can be sold and ask her directly if she’s moving. She sort of indicates “no” but really evades the question. While i’m talking to Angie on the telephone, three young girls are in the kitchen (i’m in the dining room on the other side of the counter) and they’re being very noisy so that i can’t hear the words Angie is saying even though i’m listening as hard as i can. I ask Angie again if she will come to the party on the 26th and she says “I don’t know. Debbie’s getting married but she hasn’t set the date” so i suggest she keep the date in mind but don’t tell Debbie because then Debbie will make her wedding be on that date so Angie can’t come to the party. The dream shifts and i’m in the downstairs now. I’m sick and trying to climb the stairs. I’m crawling up, pulling myself up. When i finally get to the top of the staircase, mom is there doing something in the kitchen. She tells me i need to go see a doctor and i lash out with “I can’t afford for them to look for ALL of my problems” and immediately feel bad for being mean to her. I explain that i’m having a stroke or an aneurysm and i’m going to die. I cry and hug her. She hugs me back.
I’m in a town i go to sometimes in dreams. It’s a quaint old town. I’m driving in an old pickup truck (70’s model) and Scott is in another even older pickup truck (50’s model) following me. We come to a stop light in the town and Scott leans out the window and tells me he needs money so i tell him to follow me because i know where the bank is. I drive up a residential street and Scott follows. I pull my truck up into a narrow lane that leads up into an old Victorian type house. It’s a tight fit and i’m careful to stay on track and hoping Scott is careful too. There’s a metal track similar to the kind in a car wash so you can’t really get “off” track but can veer enough to run into the wall. I can see he’s being careful so i pull up to the ATM. I withdraw $700.00 but as i’m getting the money i realize i already have $500.00 in my wallet. I get the $700.00 anyways and pull forward so Scott can get to the ATM. There are people milling around in “the bank” and i’m worried that they might try to steal my money. Dream shift, while Scott is in his truck getting his money, i’m out of my truck and milling in a crowd of people. We’re now in the mall i go to sometimes in dreams. As Scott puts his money away (now out of his truck too) some young men in football uniforms are walking in my direction. One of them makes eye contact with me and greets me. I realize i know him and we embrace. I say loudly “You look completely different with clothes on” and get embarrassed because i don’t mean it the way it sounds and other people around me have overheard. We laugh and talk a little bit and i notice he’s much smaller then his teammates. Those guys are obviously football players – tall and HUGE. They continue walking away. Scott approaches me and i tell him i just saw ?? and wake up.
First dream. Disturbing feeling. Angie looked derelict and homeless even though she was in her home. Other than the garage, her house looked the same as i remember. Poor but clean. Debbie, Angie’s older sister, wasn’t the sort that would purposely try to ruin Angie’s plans i don’t think, but in real life Debbie died of colon cancer a few years back. The chiggers were all over that garage and i could see the little red dots swarming over stuff. Stroke/aneurysm and mom. The entire dream makes me feel like something bad is going to happen. I’m sure it has to do with the upcoming trip. I need to start thinking about my trip next month, get my car serviced, make a reservation, decide if i want to take a few days to revisit some old stomping grounds.
Second dream. The narrow way into the house-bank in the truck reminds me of a roller coaster or Disney ride. The boy in the mall that i knew… i think it was the waiter who works at Ruckus. Very white blond hair and pale skin. I don’t really get any feeling from the dream but i do like going to that town. Usually i equate it with Pacifica but i think this time it represented Manassas. I always did love those great old houses in old town. Do i dare try to go into Manassas? Probably not.
I’m in a town i go to sometimes in dreams. It’s a quaint old town. I’m driving in an old pickup truck (70’s model) and Scott is in another even older pickup truck (50’s model) following me. We come to a stop light in the town and Scott leans out the window and tells me he needs money so i tell him to follow me because i know where the bank is. I drive up a residential street and Scott follows. I pull my truck up into a narrow lane that leads up into an old Victorian type house. It’s a tight fit and i’m careful to stay on track and hoping Scott is careful too. There’s a metal track similar to the kind in a car wash so you can’t really get “off” track but can veer enough to run into the wall. I can see he’s being careful so i pull up to the ATM. I withdraw $700.00 but as i’m getting the money i realize i already have $500.00 in my wallet. I get the $700.00 anyways and pull forward so Scott can get to the ATM. There are people milling around in “the bank” and i’m worried that they might try to steal my money. Dream shift, while Scott is in his truck getting his money, i’m out of my truck and milling in a crowd of people. We’re now in the mall i go to sometimes in dreams. As Scott puts his money away (now out of his truck too) some young men in football uniforms are walking in my direction. One of them makes eye contact with me and greets me. I realize i know him and we embrace. I say loudly “You look completely different with clothes on” and get embarrassed because i don’t mean it the way it sounds and other people around me have overheard. We laugh and talk a little bit and i notice he’s much smaller then his teammates. Those guys are obviously football players – tall and HUGE. They continue walking away. Scott approaches me and i tell him i just saw ?? and wake up.
First dream. Disturbing feeling. Angie looked derelict and homeless even though she was in her home. Other than the garage, her house looked the same as i remember. Poor but clean. Debbie, Angie’s older sister, wasn’t the sort that would purposely try to ruin Angie’s plans i don’t think, but in real life Debbie died of colon cancer a few years back. The chiggers were all over that garage and i could see the little red dots swarming over stuff. Stroke/aneurysm and mom. The entire dream makes me feel like something bad is going to happen. I’m sure it has to do with the upcoming trip. I need to start thinking about my trip next month, get my car serviced, make a reservation, decide if i want to take a few days to revisit some old stomping grounds.
Second dream. The narrow way into the house-bank in the truck reminds me of a roller coaster or Disney ride. The boy in the mall that i knew… i think it was the waiter who works at Ruckus. Very white blond hair and pale skin. I don’t really get any feeling from the dream but i do like going to that town. Usually i equate it with Pacifica but i think this time it represented Manassas. I always did love those great old houses in old town. Do i dare try to go into Manassas? Probably not.
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