It appears as though I am a flake. I name myself a flake. It takes one to know one. Get into it – flaking out once in a while. Sometimes you need to not show up for things. I don’t do it very often but when I do it I do it very premeditatedly. There …
Here I will only describe the second part of the dream I had last night. I am with a young, brown haired girl. Her hair goes down to the small of her back and it is curly. Her eyes are an oaken shade. We are outside on a hot, sunny day – somewhere on the …
I am driving along Lakeshore Drive in Marquette, Michigan. It’s modern. I’m in my ’97 Honda. This visual has occured a number of time in my dreams: I’m driving along Lakeshore and the waves swell up on the lake, eventually they overtake the road. Then, I am surrounded by 20 ft. waves. Anyone who’s been …
I am at a cabin, somewhere, maybe in the UP; on a big lake. I am not sure who is there with me, but the backside of the cabin is a long window looking out onto a large lake. Some old man is showing me how to make a dart-bomb out of wax and dynamite. …
I am teaching two classes at a college in Saginaw. It is summer, or, it’s just warm out. For some reason, after teaching two composition classes, I have decided to enroll in a course that comes right after my teaching hours. It’s a course on some author, can’t remember. I teach the two classes without …
Well, I am sitting in a theater with a very beautiful woman. We are enjoying a play or musical performance. She is smiling and laughing and everyone is in love with her. The dream jumps to a dinner table where I am sitting with the woman, and several Nazis, including Hitler. Hitler leaves the room …
It is a sunny day. I am in line with a hundred or so people, were moving through gated corridors. Moving up to a doorway where someone takes our belongings and enter the facility. Parents and loved ones stand outside the gates weeping, crying and yelling things like, “What did she do!? WHy?! No!?” I …
Shootout at a college. Alien invasion only me, Jodie Foster and Patrick Stewart can stop.
I am outside trying to pitch some sort of softball thing to a girl. It is the front yard of my youth. There are others there. I am pitching this green softball-practice apparatus to a girl is trying to hit it with a bat. It is gleeful. We know each other. She is pretty and …