#7 – A String of Loose Events

Dreams for December 10, 2013

There’s something to call the series of “flash” dreams I had recently. Loose change. Bits and pieces. Odds and ends. Quick stops at the diner for a cup of joe. They happened on several different days, not too far from each other. Some of them I understood and some were so ridiculous they made me crack up a bit…

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I am peering into a small mirror on the wall adjacent to the big mirror over the sink in the bathroom. Jack and Emily come in and start talking about something. I end up on the floor or am now way shorter than they are.

My mind’s playing tricks on me again. There is no side mirror in my bathroom. Why my uncle and sister would just nonchalantly walk into the bathroom while I am in there with the door closed is beyond me. Maybe it’s because I’ve been hanging around them a lot over the years and begun to think of them as a pair that goes anywhere together. 

 My sister Liz tying an old man’s shoe strings. I only briefly see the man’s face.

 Definitely something Liz would do, being her spontaneous nature. She does have a liking for the elderly. 

 

Lying on a bed, I hear Jack say “Zip-a-dee-doo-dah”.

A blast from the past for me as I suddenly remember the ever so cheerful crooner that would appear on the Disney Channel late at night while my sisters and I were sleeping on the floor in front of the tube. That memorable tune has been stuck in my head for years.

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Outside at night. Being chased by a madman. Looks like Groundskeeper Willie from The Simpsons. He’s coming after me with a field plow. I keep looking over my shoulder. I run into a castle and the “game” shuts off, TV doing the swallow effect towards the middle of the screen.

My impression that Willie has a dark side has been confirmed.  I think me running into the castle comes from playing Donkey Kong 64.

 

Cop chasing me around a store. There are six stars in the corner of the screen. I get busted a few times, GTA style. Shots of GTA III.

From recently playing GTA III so many times my experiences of shopping at Walmart and other places have managed to blend in with my daredevil style of messing with the cops, translating to a real-life game of cat and mouse through the store.

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