Cats everywhere

The dream starts out in an office i’m not familiar with. I'm familiar with the people though. Martha is working on an old Motorola dumb terminal and having trouble with something. I try to help but it’s been so long since i’ve used the antiquated equipment i’m not sure if i can. With all the green glowing coming from the terminals i kinda feels like we’re in a submarine. She shows me that when she hits a reset switch nothing happens. I hit another set of buttons (CTRL-ALT-DEL) and the machine resets. I feel a little embarrassed that she didn’t think to do that for herself. Dream shift. Martha and i are on a patio of what i presume is her home. It’s nice. There’s some large shade trees that shade the patio. There’s a metal patio table and chairs like the kind at my real house. A kitten walks up to me and it’s so cute! I pick it up and wish i could have it. It’s a silvery-gray solid color and maybe a few months old. Very fat and healthy looking. I put it down and see there are all KINDS of kittens over various ages all around. I’m beside myself, picking them up and petting them and wishing i could keep them. I ask Martha where they all come from and i think she tells me that there’s a woman nearby that just lets them breed and i get mad. I wonder now though if it wasn’t Martha herself letting them breed. A kitten that looks like a beagle puppy comes up to me and as i bend down to pick it up, a beautiful sleek calico cat, much older than the rest, comes out from behind a chair and THAT’S the cat i love. All the meowing wakes me up.


So many kitties!!! I get a vague sense of “Pacifica” in this dream (which usually implies stress) but not sure what it means AND the meowing was coming from my plugged up left nostril.

Lot’s of dream images but nothing cohesive.

I’m in a meeting taking place inside a screened-in porch of somebody’s house. I’m sitting in the back row and can see a spider as large as a human hand dropping down from a filament of spider silk. Seeing it i’m reminded of another dream when i saw hundreds of these types of spiders*. It’s mostly black with some red. Widow shaped but very hairy and repulsive looking. I remember thinking that i wouldn’t want to pick it up.


In my current bedroom but how it was arranged in the 80’s with my bed by the door. I can hear dad getting things ready for us to go on a trip. I peek out my door to see and there’s a clothes rack with four or five dark colored suits on it. I wonder why dad would need that many suits for one trip and realize it’s for all the funerals. In my dream i think Duane is dead too and we’re all going to Florida.

I’m driving to work but i’m on country roads i don’t remember. A lady from work, June, is in the car with me and she wants to stop at McDonald’s. I pull in to the place where i think the McDonald’s is and realize i’m driving the wrong way through the parking lot and there’s a policeman in the lot. I quick pull back out onto the road and tell June we’ll find another place to stop. Then i’m at work, sitting at my old desk (back when we had desks, not cubes). I open one of the drawers and there’s a vibrator in the drawer. I’m embarrassed and wonder how i’ll be able to take it out without anybody noticing.


Awake i'm not sure if i really DID dream about hundreds of these types of spiders in another dream or if i was remembering a dream that never happened within a dream that i was actively dreaming.  But it seems like i dreamed about hundreds of these spiders before. Tricky mind. Can't be trusted. Nothing is real.

Defying Gravity

I enter the building. It’s a very large space, like a museum. There are large globe-like structures that appear to be made of cork or wood. They have a rough surface and are different sizes. Some are not more than the size of a car, others are huge and i can’t see beyond them. Maybe they represent the planets? I can see some ladies working at an information desk at a clear space in the center of these globe things but i don’t really want to get directions. I make for a largest globe i see. At my first step in its direction i realize that gravity is much lighter here and i can almost fly. It’s more of a step float motion. I float up the side of the globe, grabbing on to rough edges and using some of the dips and wrinkles as foot holds. I am LOVING it! I’m pretty sure i COULD fly if i wanted to. This goes on for quite a while, exploring the globes.

Then i’m in a glass room, like an interrogation room. A man is sitting in a chair facing away from the table. There are two other people (i might be one, i’m not sure) on the other side of the table facing the man’s back. From what i can gather there’s been a murder (this is very Law&Order feeling) and there’s some question about this man, his father, and his grandfather. From all that “we” know, the son is the only survivor but whenever anybody mentions that his father is dead, he gets this tortured look on his face only nobody can see it because he’s facing away. The longer the interrogation goes on, the more tortured the expression becomes until i get the idea that this man IS his father and i’m afraid he’s going to go berserk if he keeps getting questioned about his dead father. [Lon Chaney vs. Lon Chaney Jr. maybe? Full moon and werewolves? Lon Chaney Jr. was the worst actor in the world maybe. He was as bad as his dad was great. “Oh PLEEZ! You’ve GOT to help me….” Bam. You’re a werewolf.]

Then i’m back in the big room with the globes and there’s a row of wooden cases like you keep library index cards in (it’s been so long since i’ve been in a library i don’t even know if they use those any more). I realize that if i don’t write down this dream i’m in, i’m sure to forget it so i wake up (in the dream) and write down what i remember.

Great fun dream. I think sometime after this i did actually wake up and it was only around midnight so this was an early dream. Usually i don’t remember much about the early dreams. I did have a couple of other dreams but i don’t remember anything about them right now. I guess this was the only one that my unconscious felt was worthy of remembering. I wish i could float all the time.

the past is heavy

I’m on a flight of stairs going up. I’m just one step short of the landing but can’t get over that last step no matter how hard i try. Gravity is so strong i can barely move my arms and legs. I go back down a few steps and everything is normal again. I don’t know what to do so i sit down at the top step to think. Somebody (?Scott?) comes up the stairs and asks me why i’m sitting. I explain i don’t have the energy to cross that last step and he sits down next to me as if to wait it out with me.


Andy Brown (like he looked in high school), is walking along the side of a two-lane country road. There’s a three-board fence to his right, the road to his left. I’m walking in the opposite direction and when we meet i notice he’s holding something. I think it’s a kitten.


Denny is in his old blue ‘57 Corvette. I get in to the passenger seat and we drive. The wind on my face is cold but it feels good. Denny looks exactly like he did when i last saw him but i’m my current age. I wonder where we’re going but mostly i just want to get out of the car.

Mani/pedi

I'm in the mall i go to sometimes in dreams. I'm sitting alone at a table for six in the food court. An Asian woman in bright pink surgical scrubs approaches me, takes my right hand, and pulls me along with her to her shop. She wants to give me a manicure and pedicure. I've never had a mani/pedi and i'm kind of nervous but decide to go ahead and let her.  


Going through changes? Or maybe i should get a mani/pedi and see if my life changes? I've heard it feels pretty nice.

Shadow eats the Sun

I’ve found a collection of record albums. I don’t know where they came from. As i’m going through them they’re all the same artist. A man i don’t recognize other than by name and reputation for being a bigot. The albums are old but in good shape and i don’t know what to do with them. Two of the albums are sets of four albums with photo albums included so they are thick and pretty heavy. Then there are a couple of just single albums in their covers. I decide to take the collection and go listen to this guy who happens to be playing live in front of a store in a little town. The audience is sitting in wooden chairs right out in the street and the street is kind of dusty. The musician is sitting in a chair on a wooden porch in front of a hardware store. Kid Rock? The whole setup looks like a set from a Clint Eastern western or a Hollywood ghost town. There are some fliers posted on the wooden building. Pictures of Bessie Smith? Mom is sitting beside me and i’m trying to read the posters and fliers. I really don’t want this musician to be a racist but the more i read the more i see that it’s true. I say to mom “Maybe he only wants for black and white to be separate” and as soon as i say it out loud i realize that’s totally racist and i realize i can’t stay to hear the music. I take the collection of albums and walk into a large shed with tables inside. It’s very dusty. I decide to just leave the collection in there and whoever wanted it could have it. I put the stuff down on the table. The table has some other dust-covered stuff on it too. Oil lamps, cigar boxes, a container of nuts and bolts. As i turn to leave the shed, a little girl comes from behind the table and starts asking me questions. I tell her that i’m leaving the albums for whoever wants them and leave.  

Mom and i are walking across a grassy field between houses. Looks like farmland. As we’re making our way a shadow overtakes the sun, which has been shining big and brightly overhead. This shadow is the shape of a zeppelin and has long tendrils coming off it. At first i think they’re loose ropes trailing behind until i see them begin to wrap around the Sun and begin to devour the light. The shadow is coming towards us and i yell to mom “Run!” and we run towards some clothes lines with clothes drying on them next to to a vegetable garden that has several rows of runner beans to hide behind. That’s all i remember.  The coming of the shadow was very frightening to me. I didn’t think we would survive.

The streamers eating the sun were prompted by watching Iron Man II last night. The bad guy had what looked like chains or whips of electric power he used to fight. Pretty cool.

Another dream, it’s at my current house but when it was in its original location. The deck running along the back, the flagstone, the gazebo attached to the deck… all of that. It’ me and mom and dad and there’s some kind of picnic or cookout happening. There are several people there i don’t know. A large man, a couple of women with children…. a car drives up. Dark and long like an old Lincoln but very shiny. Another large man gets out.  He was a professional football player and everybody flocks around him and welcomes him.  ?Don Meredith? There’s an ironing board standing near the back of the house on the flagstones at the foot of the stairs where the deck begins. Me, dad, Don Meredith, one of the mothers (not mine) and a little girl with blonde hair are all standing next to the ironing board with one hand laying flat on top. There’s an old rotary dial phone on the tapered end of the board and it’s plugged in to the house. We’re listening? or waiting? for a series of keywords that will trigger a ?phone call. There’s a lamp on the wider end of the ironing board and i keep turning the switch so the light goes on and off. Don Meredith is telling a funny story and nobody is really paying attention to whatever it is we’re supposed to be doing. I have to keep reminding people to listen for the keyword. That’s all i remember.

comfortably lost among the masses

In the dream, i’m walking down the sidewalk in a city. I’m not sure where i am and decide i need to find a place to sit down and get my bearings. There are no people anywhere. The sidewalks are red brick and the buildings are formal looking. Maybe i’m in Boston? I come to a place that is an open-air ?amphitheatre except the seats are just lined up and rows at the same level. More like an open air auditorium. I find a seat in the back near a low wall and under an arbor. I’m alone in the place at first enjoying the quiet but then other people begin to trickle in and fill up the seats in front of me. The audience is very dressed up, like for church. All of the people are black women and girls. The “say-something” hats are impressive! I wonder if there’s going to be a concert of some kind or maybe a lecture. It’s getting close to time for the event to begin and knowing i don’t belong here, i leave.

Now i’m in a park. There’s a stream along-side a sandy bank. There are several picnic tables near the stream under trees. A couple of different families are eating their lunches at the tables. The central building is a wooden structure, rustic. It’s a country store and a snack-bar/pizza restaurant. Across a narrow paved lane it looks like a condos lined up neatly. Maybe this is the back of the city i was in earlier? I decide to go into one of the condos. Really they’re like cabins. This might be a state park. As i’m settling into a cabin, a woman and a child of about 3 years show up. They’ve been at the beach and are all sandy. I don’t really want the company but the woman is very pushy and it’s easier to let her in then try and get rid of her. She’s caring for the child but it’s not hers. She asks if there’s any food for them to eat and i tell her about the snack-bar pizza place and how good the food there is so we walk over to the place and i order a pizza. The woman wants something else for the child so i order some pasta dish. In a short time our food is ready and the young girl behind the counter starts to ring up my order. The pushy woman looks at the pasta in the take-out box and hands it back to the counter girl and says “Can you put this back? I don’t want it” and i’m embarrassed and pissed at her rudeness. I tell her that i’ll pay for it because we ordered it and if she doesn’t want it, don’t eat it. We take our pizza and pasta back to the cabin. The pizza is really good. Perfect crust, just the right amount of gooey cheese. I love it. The pushy woman takes one bite and puts the piece down. She doesn’t like it. I put the pasta box in the fridge thinking i will eat it later if the child won’t eat it. The pushy woman then tells me she is going to leave and would i watch the child now. I tell her no and that she better bring the child back to his parents.

That’s all i remember. 

Runcible spoon thief

I’m in some big discount box store. K-Mart i think. Some shelves are full and some are nearly empty. I’m in the section where there’re a lot of towels and stuff like that. Bright colors. There’s one section that is pretty barren and has just some miscellaneous ‘junk’ on the shelves. This stuff is marked way down to move. I’m not really interesting in buying anything and don’t even know why i’m in the store but some objects on the sale shelf catch my eye. There are three different versions of the thing. Each is two parts. I grab one off the shelf. It looks like it’s made of wood but it’s some kind of man-made material that is supposed to resemble wood. I grab what looks like a cowboy boot made of the same material. The boot is a cup! The other piece is about the size of one of those religious candles you see in the Latino section of grocery stores. There’s a space at the bottom of this object and as i hold the boot i realize it fits inside there and that this thing is one of those one-cup coffee makers! It’s so clever. There are three or four bases on the shelves and several more cups. I like the boot and its base with a kind of old west design. I look at the other two bases and figure out which cups go with which base. I liked another one also but i can’t remember what the theme was. I think it was something to do with a nursery rhyme. Hey Diddle Diddle maybe? The Owl and the Pussycat? Something with moon and stars. Spoon? The third one didn’t interest me at all – something related to a sport maybe. I thought that the one-cup thing would be great for me to have at work. I couldn’t decide between the old west and the fairy tale so i thought if they were inexpensive i’d just get them both. I looked at the sticky tags on all four pieces looking for a price but there wasn’t any. There was just a bar code on each piece. No matter, i decided they couldn’t cost very much and started off in search of a register to make the purchase.

Hey! diddle, diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laughed
To see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Dream Morph. I’m not in the store anymore. I’m at work. The coffee things are tucked into my stockings and i realize i left the store without paying. I wonder how these things work, so i take the old west and the boot into the bathroom and go to the sink furthest from the door. I need a socket to plug in the pot and there happens to be one on the wall but when i try to plug in the appliance, the socket only has one prong thingy and the grounding hole. I check behind the sink and see another plug place but it doesn’t have the ground. I look further to the right, almost to the next sink and see a plug that’ll work. Two prongs and a ground. I see an opening on the top of the base piece. It reminds me of the slot on a piggy bank. I carefully fill the object with water from the faucet, plug in the appliance, put the boot into place to catch the heated water and wake up.

The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea

In a beautiful pea-green boat,

They took some honey, and plenty of money,

Wrapped up in a five pound note.

The Owl looked up to the stars above,

And sang to a small guitar,

"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,

What a beautiful Pussy you are, you are, you are,

What a beautiful Pussy you are."

Pussy said to the Owl "You elegant fowl,

How charmingly sweet you sing.

O let us be married, too long we have tarried;

But what shall we do for a ring?"

They sailed away, for a year and a day,

To the land where the Bong-tree grows,

And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood

With a ring at the end of his nose, his nose, his nose,

With a ring at the end of his nose.

"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling your ring?"

Said the Piggy, "I will"

So they took it away, and were married next day

By the Turkey who lives on the hill.

They dined on mince, and slices of quince,

Which they ate with a runcible spoon.

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand.

They danced by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon,

They danced by the light of the moon.