Dream Seeker Blog

CEO at my house

2009-06-30T08:03:00.006-04:00

It was too early in the morning as the phone rang and my grandmother picked it up and walked up the stairs (even though she doesn't live with me). I was sleeping with my wife. My grandmother had a concerned look on her face like the telephone call was important, and told me it was my boss's first name. Of course, I didn't put two-and-two together since CEO never calls me. Never. So my mind flashbacked to my childhood, where I had a playmate by the same first name.

I answered: it was CEO on his cell phone, so he sounded like a radio caller. And he was angry. And it was before the sun had risen.

"Bart Barton called. He said the test was wrong."

I remained patient and silent. Let him talk, I know I followed the directions. CEO continued:

"First, you indexed it wrong. Okay? It's indexed wrong- the whole thing."

"The whole thing?" I asked in feint disbelief.

"Yeah, and second..secondly, wait lemme check my notes here. Yeah, why did you index the page counter? Captain Software II is here and he said we didn't have to index the page numbers."

Okay, NOW I was angry because Cap. Soft. (CSII) is a JERK and doesn't know ANYTHING about this test. NOTHING. ZILCH. NADA. ZERO.

CEO: "You'd better come down here and redo it. Bart is in California so we have a 3 hour head start; he needs it redone today."

I asked: "Okay, where are you?"

CEO: "Downstairs. Outside of the window."

My wife was stirring, so I quietly walked down the stairs, and my house got a lot bigger and more expensive [since CEO is a status monger]. CSII was on my couch with a laptop and paperwork...he looked righteously indignant that I indexed it wrong.

The sun was up. I looked outside of the window and saw CEO on a golf cart with filthy super-rich older men and women. My first reaction: since when is there a golf course to the right of my house? Since when did all of these rich people move in? They really looked like the type of people Bruce Wayne hangs out with. CEO was flirting with a 60-year old woman. He fit right in.

When I let him in through my [conjured up] mansion doors, he and CSII proceeded to accuse and prosecute me, while I maintained my innocence by stepping through the facts. But then I lost my cool when CSII was so ignorant and cocksure. We almost came to blows, and CEO didn't stop us. CS II's face was so red- I had finally gotten him to fight back in front of the boss. He claimed he could wipe me out with one punch...I said come on, followed by a bunch of cuss words. Yeah, my hatred was boiling over, and so was his. it was loud. It was ugly.

Getting past the absurdity of the accusations, he tried to stop me from asking him in front of CEO: "Why can't you just eliminate the page count field in the SQL database? Why can't you just edit the data instead of me redoing the whole thing?"

He interrupted me three times after I began "What can't-". Before the fourth time I punched him.

Anyway, after things settled down, it was now 8:35AM and I told CEO I needed to take a shower before work. He said OK. My wife had been in another bathroom taking a long shower when all of this was happening, and now it was real late and I wasn't ready for work thanks to CEO. In my mind I said, "Watch me get scolded for being late by CEO- because he's going to FORGET he cause me to be late."

When I went into the bathroom and put on the shower, the water wasn't going down the drain, and the water level was up around my thighs. My wife knocked on the door and asked, "Hon, are you STILL in the shower?" I was embarrassed. "I just came in." I looked atthe morning from the bathroom window and it looked like a "late morning"--late as in the sun was too high for me to see it since I spent most of my life in school or working during this time on weekdays.

Eventually the scene switched to Tamarac, at my grandmother's condo. The cast was the same, though. CEO was the boss, he totally took over the house. I defered leadership to him. CEO was trying to get Bart on the phone. For some reason the time was 4:30AM, and dark. He was going through Bart's receptionist, to tell Bart the good news: the project would be completed on time. While he was getting Bart, I had to urinate. I went into the bathroom and saw floaters. I urinated, and hoped Bart wouldn't get on. I heard CEO calling my name and CSII's. I couldn't finish in time, and missed the meeting. CSII assured CEO that the project would make it thanks to his programming script.

Finally at the end of the dream, when CEO was calm, I told him that I thought CSII should have realized this at the beginning. He nodded slowly and deliberately and whispered, "I know...I know."

The Return of Loki

2009-06-28T07:51:00.003-04:00

I stumbled upon Loki from Tashman Technologies (also called Arse) at a local pizza parlor in South Florida. Was was sitting alone at one of those curved tan pizza parlor chairs, and had paper work and a Blackberry. He was personable, friendly, chatty, asked for my opinion and actually listened. My instincts told me he was "working" me, to try and get info about Tashman.

CC Sabathia

2009-06-27T17:32:00.001-04:00

I had a dream Yankees pitcher CC Sabathia pitched the game of his life in Game 7 of the World Series vs the Indians (not possible, I know). He actually defeated a female pitcher (heavyset Latin woman) in the final game. She was crying but happy for CC.

The setting: outdoor gigantic grassland place with buildings and canals.

Return to college

2009-06-25T08:01:00.005-04:00

In this dream, I had been banned from every setting foot at my former university. But I made my return 12 years later. Actually, I was alone and just wandering around. I wasn't trying to get noticed. I think I was on campus out of necessity (like looking for something).

Anyway, the setting wasn't like any real campus- I saw lush gardens, department stores, convention halls, Asian nail spas, and lots of restaurants.

As I was roaming I kinda felt like an outcast or a man without a country or a man out of his time. I saw all the students involved in their own realities- class schedules, jobs, activities...

I followed a few around, I saw my childhood friend/rival Jared K all grown up, so I followed him and his friend. They didn't seem surprised and let me tag along for a while. I was walking behind buildings alone and made my own trail. When I came back into my loop, I saw two doctors put a sign on a small outside table as they were eating lunch; it said: "Surgeons Only".

I avoided them since they were authority figures. Jared and his buddy, however, actually went over and chatted.

I was still outside, so I walked in the giant mall. I saw an Asian nail and hair spa on my way in. I barely made eye contact. Once inside the mall, I saw Toys R Us. I got excited, and was looking for video games even though I knew I didn't have the money to buy anything. In a sense, I even felt guilty just for wanting to look. Maybe I wouldn't be able to resist the temptation.

But I didn't see any video games. Instead I saw the new toy trends. You know that feeling? You have no idea when these new toys became popular, and you have no idea why kids buy them. In this case, the shelves were packed with Advanced Dungeons & Dragons 2nd Edition boxes: "Make your own AD&D videos".

The store was sooo vast, just the campus: high, high ceilings with an untold number of shelves.

I left and found my way to a very bust outdoor cafe; it was not lunch time. I saw Fabien- a Haitian woman I went to college with. She was nice, but she told me Ana B. (from high school) was being abused as a waitress at the cafe. I told her I would try to do something to save her. We were using a wireless laptop or something. Mrs. Bush, my old Kindergarten teacher (she must be dead by now) was cleaning the tables; she had sneakers on, something she would never have worn. I can't remember the details of what Fabien's plan was, but I knew it wasn't working since I was powerless as an outsider.

I eventually wandered off and went into a hallway with windows. I entered the museum. As with many museums there was construction. I felt pretty scared to be in this museum since the artifacts seemed expensive. I didn't want any trouble with me accidentally colliding with one.

There were student workers there, and they asked me for my ID. I was scared but someone still have my old college card, which miraculously worked. [I think I used my dream altering powers to make it work.]

After walking around the museum, I exited and came across a giant cafeteria/conventional hall, similar to the Orlando Convention that Tony Vahl and I went to years ago. As soon as I walked in, the girl behind a cafe counter said, "Hi, sir what can I get you?" Then a male waiter rushed towards me and said, "We have a hamburger special today." I felt as if the whole museum thing was a setup and that they were pressuring me to buy their food. (Similar to walking out of a Disney ride and being led right into the merchandising area.)

I replied, "Uhmmm...no, I just passing through", but they cursed me, "I hate when guys f$@#% do that $hit."

I recalled that was the 2nd time a college worked cursed me out today (I can't currently recall when the 1st time was). I said to myself that I would blog a review about this university's so-called good service.

Finally- here comes the dream climax.

Small open space area of eating. I sat alone in a table by the wall, window, and door in the corner- one of those diner tables that wobble. I was alone in my thoughts. Was I lost? What was I doing here? I have no friends or family here.

Three or four Muslim men sat at the open chairs. I've seen more of that in New York- strangers would sit at open chairs right next to you. I always thought that was weird when I was a kid, if not awkward. I tried to avoid eye contact, and they were talking amongst themselves. However, one started to speak to me, so I was polite and I was sometimes included in their discussions but still never felt part of the conversation.

One had a question about the baseball team of that city, and I answered him. I was proud of myself that I knew their score from last night, but I realized I said something that offended them or scared them, you know a faux pas. Then it hit me. I somehow revealed my identify to them. The secret is out. I was only inches from leaving the campus (the door was right there) but I blew it. These Muslims know who I am. I have a beard now, but I saw them studying my face- hard. Three of them excused themselves to use the rest room, but they took their bags. It was over. They will tell the MEDIA or the police or the college. I will get arrested for violating the rule. I will have to pay money.

I got up and left once I realized they would not be back. I walked out of the door clinging to a false hope they didn't recognize me. The Muslim that remained ran after me. "Hey, what happened?" he asked. I told him my story. He didn't believe me so I told him to use Google to find out. I tried to write the keywords down on my receipt, but my handwriting was so bad or I didn't want him to get my debit card number. I felt I was wasting my time anyway, as he knew who I was, and I didn't have to prove it.

So that's that. I walked away like Bill Bixby, knowing that I would get into trouble for returning to campus.

Getting shot at in Hialeah

2009-06-23T11:40:00.004-04:00

I went to Danny's house after work...I had been playing OOTPX, and we were discussing the 1996 Yankees and Andy Pettitte. I was discussing how great Andy did in his rookie year in 1996. However, when I got to his place in Miami, he had too many family members there, and I felt uncomfortable because he was pretty much out of sight, and taking care of family duties for his wife and daughters (and their friends and cousins).

I wanted to go home, and didn't have my car, so I had to figure out the buses. I was walking in people's backyards, and there was a lot of traffic even in the residential side-streets in Hialeah. I felt exposed.

I pressed F2 to see which bus route would get me back to Broward- heck, I didn't care what part of Broward, just get me to close to home, and I'll walk it.

I couldn't remember if it was the 25 or the 35 bus.

Then I remembered something very important: Andy Pettitte's year was 1995, not 1996. So I hustled back to Danny's place. The large crowd kinda was thin now, and he was in a bathrobe, and his body was covered in thick hair. His mustache was drooping, and he looked like Saddam Hussein after Saddam was captured. So I told him about the 1995/1996 issue, and confirmed where I have to catch my bus.

As the sun was beginning to set, there were a lot of hoodlums roaming the streets. I was avoiding gun shots. They were shooting at me, shooting at each other, and the streets were populated by female prostitutes, thieves, and transsexuals; it was total anarchy.

I tried sitting at a bus stop, and pressed F3 to bring up a map, but I was getting nervous, and strange women started to talk to me. I made a quick webcam video of myself talking to one, with Mexican music. My wife thought it was funny, although I suspected she was being polite. Heck, she wasn't even there, but she saw it somehow.

So I got up and tried "walking it". More gang members shot at me, and I was walking near one of those generic man-made canals here in Florida. I wanted to jump in, but was too afraid. I ran onto a small highway (actually it looked like near Hiatus and Commercial near the expressway) and saw a bus stopping, but when I got there it kept going. So I ran to catch it. Was it even the right one? I'm lost.

Then I woke up to THUNDER.

Day After Tomorrow meets Smallville

2009-06-23T07:50:00.000-04:00

Dreamt the Silver Age Ma and Pa Kent were in the movie Day After Tomorrow. A reporter was out there with them, and Pa said he wasn't going anywhere, even though it was getting colder outside; they would ride it out. He had a fire going in a wicker basket.

I was there; I got everyone to dress in layers.

There was a tornado in the distance, but then the eye of the storm passed overhead and everything cleared up. People came outside, assuming the worst was over.

Dream: Savage and NPR; kicking rubber balls against wall while roller skating

2009-06-13T07:36:00.003-04:00

There was this miniature house that was floated to Michael Savage as a gift by an NPR station that carried his show.

There was some game of catch going on at a huge park in Hollywood, Florida. There was a party at night on the Intercoastal, with boats and people coming and going.

There was a room in a house with hardwood floors. There were 24 racquetballs on the floor, and a man with roller skates. He was being monitored by scientists as part of an experiment to see how long he could keep kicking the balls against a wall without letting them all get past him WHILE buying and selling Real Estate properties. The results were that:

- The roller skater tended to miss the racquetballs in threes

- Properties that started at $390,000 were valued at $1,040,000 within a three week simulated period of time.

- Apparently, distracted people make poor financial choices.

Harley Race

2009-06-08T22:18:00.001-04:00

I had a dream I met wrestling champion Harley Race at a bowling alley, and he was training me how to pitch like Yankees closer Mariano Rivera. Harley morphed into Fred Hinde for a while, too. I ultimately disappointed Harley because I was joking around too much, and it started to get out of hand- I felt his instruction was too easy- and he wound up training someone else. I had a feeling he knew I was the better student and gave me some tough love- at least I think so.

**

Damian Hospital's notes: You may be asking what in the world do Harley Race, Mariano Rivera, and Fred Hinde have in common. The truth is I looked up to each of those men, and idolized them in some ways. That's why dream symbolism is a very subjective experience, and if any of you are looking for a quick analysis of your own dreams, you are going down the wrong path. People, places, and things all mean different things to each and every one of us.

I've had dreams where Boris Yeltsin was my school bus driver in Florida, and Adolf Hitler was my priest at my wedding in the Glenwood Projects. Yeltsin and Hitler mean different things to me than to you.

Marv Wolfman is overrated

2009-06-05T13:02:00.003-04:00

Had an ONGOING "dream"- more like a thought I kept going back to all night- that Marv Wolfman's 1970's Amazing Spider-Man run SUCKED and he is an overrated HACK. I was questioning his entire tenure at Marvel comics. Gerry Conway and Len Wein, too.

[Just a dream, folks.]

Dog pees on floor, Doc Gooden Tampa, Tony Vahl

2009-06-04T10:05:00.003-04:00

Blurring reality and the dreamworld, I heard my dog Stormy urinating on the living room floor, but I couldn't shout out. So I hit my wife's arm and began to scream, but I couldn't hear my voice; I was muted and/or deaf.

Then I woke up (in real life). It was 3:30AM, and I went downstairs to check out the damage; there was none. Stormy had been restless, so I walked her anyway.

In an attempt to return to sleep, I had the following dream:

I was in Tampa at a crowded park festival. I had a feeling I was there before. I bumped into a group a family of African Americans (or Caribbeans)- they had traditional clothing on. They were very friendly, and I knew their ritual, since I had performed it before. You know those hard balloons and you can bounce? Yeah, we did this great tribal beat together; they accepted me. THEN a young version of Yankees first baseman Mark Teixeira comes walking from the softball field and wants to join in, so one of the black guys quickly muttered for me to give him my balloon. But that's my balloon, and I did well. It's not fair. A younger brother told me it was okay, and gave Mark a water-balloon, but when we tried to do the tribal beat, it busted.

So I knew my time was up, and dropped my balloon and walked away.

I found myself in former New York pitcher Doc Gooden's apartment complex. I didn't know if he was home or not, but I thought it would be cool to see what was doing. I saw that he graffitied his name at the base of the stairs, and his message was complaining that his pitching coach Mel Stottlemeyer got screwed by the Mets, and someone else stole his job.

I walked up the dark and desolate flight of stairs, and was actually worried about bumping into a drug addict, but I didn't.

Instead, the dream kinda transitioned in the same setting. I was back at the softball field, and saw some guys (mostly immigrants from various countries) working out to make the big leagues. But these guys sucked, just like local neighbors.

One immigrant needed a catcher to throw to, and asked a Portuguese or Brazilian coach to do it. The coach had a receding hairline, was pretty big, and acted like an expert, but here he is in a free Tampa park with a bunch of losers.

The immigrant gave the coach a Styrofoam happy meal container to use as a mitt. The coach said, "No good; no good."

I saw Tony Vahl fielding some grounders at 1st base, and we began talking to the coach. We all went into the coach's house to look for a good catcher's mitt. I felt awkward looking through this guy's house. I made a wrong turn and saw his messy bedroom. Vahl and he were talking about the finer aspects of the game, and they finally found some real equipment to bring outside.

As we were leaving the house, I saw a burglar- it was Scott Hall from the nWo. He was wearing his black-and-white nWo gear. He ran ahead of us out of the house, but it was a distraction; his partner Kevin Nash had a sniper and took out the coach.

I woke up a few seconds before the alarm went off.

Sister-in-law dating Star Trek's Chris Pine

2009-06-01T10:29:00.003-04:00

I had a dream My wife and I were vacationing in some green lush beautiful place, and we encountered my wife's youngest sister, Vanessa. Van was arm-and-arm with the new captain Kirk, Chris Pine. Van was too shy to talk to us, she just kinda meekly said hi. Gee, thanks. I commented to my wife that Van is dating a Hollywood actor, and it seemed pretty serious.

Tony Gwynn

2009-06-01T10:22:00.002-04:00

It was a Tony Gwynn tribute dream. I was inside of a documentary (or his life). It was about how he was the most underrated baseball hitter of all time, and how he was the best hitter of the 1980's. It fast-forwarded to the current overweight Tony version. The dream was so intense that I was scared to check out Google Trends in the morning because I was pretty sure he died.

For those of you who don't know, Tony Gwynn was a Hall of Fame San Diego Padres baseball player.

Two Dreams: Sense and Jimmy Carter 3rd Term

2009-05-31T07:25:00.002-04:00

I moved into this New York tenement, with the brick exterior and bland brick facade, iron-wrought fencing all around to keep the burglars who rob from the poor out. I accidentally busted down a door when knocking on it. Sense bass player (and great guitar instructor) Jason Rozner was inside. We chatted about meeting in a place like this. I offered to fix the door. A female maintenance worker came by; she said we needed new hinges. I offered to buy them with my Lowe's card. We went off to make the purchase.

***

I was in some Jackie Chan-style action movie, like Rush Hour or something. It was me and the Haitian Sensation. We were undercover, trying to get the scoop on some crazy money laundering scheme using day care centers as a front. We closed down one of the day care centers, and I met the mothers who had to bring their kids to work with them that day because they had no place to take them. Somehow, the topic of politics came up with one of the white mothers ... we were all at a restaurant with TV's; there were a mix of mothers from different races and backgrounds in there either working or taking a break. Anyway, we saw President Carter on the TV (not sure what made me think of him as President. Yeah, right.) and I was suggesting he could run for a third term easily. It seemed the Constitution was about to be amended to allow for this.

I remember being in a boat on the river, and the Haitian Sensation being on a dock, waving at me. He had some criminals in handcuffs standing with him.

Blue Pajamas

2009-05-07T06:52:00.000-04:00

Dreamt I was at a party; Mr. B and GAV were there. I remember talking with a four-star general and Dick Cheney -- apparently, Dick's daughter was getting married, and we were telling him it's okay to be nervous or whatever.

The memories of the dream are confusing ... there was an arts and craft hour, where Mr. B and the guests were cutting papers and stirring stuff in a bowl ... G. Seemed to be coordinating the party, and I was running errands ... at one point, I was at a pajama factory, and I was given 100 blue pajamas as a gift.

About 2am, I get a call from RAW. He's stuck in a snowdrift. His motorcycle broke down, and then he was run over by a delivery truck. Somehow, because of the snow on the road, he survived unharmed.

This reminds me of an earlier dream, where I was driving a grey sports car with tinted windows in Miami, looking for a place to park ... the place I parked at closed after 5pm ... I had to use some old-school Knight Rider Turbo Boost function to hop the car over the iron fence.

Back to RAW in the snow. I had connections with the Norse Gods and DC New Gods, so I made a phone call to get some help out to RAW. I did this while attempting to make an instant breakfast shake with hot water instead of milk.

RAW ended up hitching a ride on the back of a passing garbage truck. The New Gods found the bike and brought it to a garage for repairs.

Googly Eyes vs. Spidey

2009-04-30T06:08:00.000-04:00

Dreamt I went to an IMAX theater/Amusement Park. Ended up in a theater, with the teenagers avoiding sitting with the parents, and the parents ending up scattered about.

The movie was some kind of creature feature -- the beginning shows lab rats and lab shrimp (?) afraid of what was growing in a petri dish. It grows into what looks like a citizen of Bikini Bottom, complete with hat and googly eyes.

There was a discussion in the theater about what good Spiderman had done. When someone mentioned that he inspired villains, I chimed in, "Actually, if you read the early comic books, you'll see that the villains came first."

In the climactic last battle between googly eyes and Spiderman, the scene looked like a video game, with each punch or kick diminishing the opponent's health bar. Googly eyes kept recharging his health, so Spidey had to pour it on, pounding him with what looked like a giant face cream container. Googly eyes burst; he was filled with tarter sauce, which started to come to life ala Venom, except with worm shapes crawling on the ground as it moved towards Spidey....

Rebirth, Love, Retcon, Secret of the Universe

2009-04-07T08:30:00.004-04:00

I was in kindergarten, aged 5 or 6. The catch: I had my mind and intelligence from today. I had realized I had died was reborn and living my life over again. Mrs. Betty Bush was my teacher, and she asked a question to the class. Hands went up, and a classmate had issues answering it, but of course, I knew the answer: not only did I have my 2009 intelligence, but I also had the benefit of remembering this day. I fantasized at how well I would do in school the second time.

Then I fantasized about changing my life for the better. In this dream, I had committed a serious crime in 1996, so I told myself I would avoid it to prevent the financial strain, lack of degree (I had got kicked out of college in this dream), more money in the bank, better security, and a better job.

Then it hit me.

And I cried.

Any change- no matter how slight, would jeopardize the events leading up to the exact day that I first met my wife, whom I love unconditionally. She is innocent, uncorrupted by the filth and dark world we live in, and she accepts all of my flaws, but still retains her own independent personality separate from my own. If I tried to tamper with the timeline, I would lose her.

And I felt a deep loss.

I realized I had to replay my life and follow the script to the tee, and just react normally as I did in my first time through- complete with my irrational decisions and skewed feelings from my teenage years.

In my mind, sitting in that Brooklyn, NY classroom, I stepped through all the possible scenarios: there was no way for me to wait until late 2005 to meet my wife again if I didn't commit my crime in 1996. Too many things would have changed, with NO guarantee that things would have ended up better. Many times people make the fatal conclusion- if something happened differently, things would automatically turn out better. But I knew better.

I fast forwarded my life to 1996 to the now-famous scene of the crime I had committed (in the dream). Watching myself do it, I saw a smile as I committed the act. And now here is the retcon (retroactive continuity of history)- I smiled because I knew I would be with my wife in the future.

So I always knew. I made a pact with myself after rebirth to do it all again to be with my soul mate, someone who I love deeply. And I had no regrets.

In the dream, my wife shook me because she heard me crying. We were sleeping in my childhood bed in Brooklyn. She felt the tears on my face, and held me. I told her everything was okay- I didn't want to let her in on the details of the sacrifice or that I almost experienced a timeline where I chose my materialistic selfishness over true love, so I tried to hide my crying, but I couldn't.

Still in the dream sequence, (a dream within a dream) I lie in my bed in Brooklyn at night with my wife by my side, salt tears on my cheeks, and the secret of the universe hit me: similar to me controlling my own dreams, I also controlled all of the events in my life, similar to Dr. Manhattan's perspective of the time-line. In the dream I rationalized that I made a deal before rebirth where I accepted that nothing could be changed, and that the memories of my entire life eventually got buried, to make it easier for me to function day-to-day, and to retain my emotions and appreciation for people, events, and the moment.

Still within the dream, I flashbacked to the little boy in kindergarten (me), and realized that I was #1 in my elementary classes in real life. So I came back to full circle- another cool retcon showing I was always in control.

Andre the Giant and Sean Brown

2009-04-06T22:08:00.003-04:00

I was in New York City...my partner was my childhood friend Sean Brown. Our ages were unknown- possibly in our teens, but it was clearly a reunion. We were at a shoe store, and Sean was flirting with the black girls running the shop. He was making progress. I wound up buying a camera because we we headed to see WrestleMania at the arena.

TRANSITION: I was in my mother's closet in a New York/Florida Nexus. It was a small narrow closet. There was a vent in the closet door. I was secretly urinating in my open palm, but then I hear my mom looking for me [like when you are in the bathroom too long and your parent starts calling your name]. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Yes," I replied. I moved to the other end of the closet, and urinated in my hand. I tasted it, and was suprised it was odorless and tasteless.

TRANSITION- back to New York...Sean and I had a great location at the wrestling arena: we were above the aisle where all the wrestlers come out. We were witnessing a battle royal featuring all the legends- and Andre the Giant looked right at me. I snapped a photo of him. Sean and I saw Terry Funk, Killer Kowalski, the Killer Bees, and other pro wrestlers.

Sean and I were then standing on a metal net (like at Yankee Stadium behind home plate). I was peering through a hole to get the best picture when Sean knocked my Yankee hat down to the arena floor. I felt embarrassed and angry because Sean exposed by bald spot and I lost my hat permanently. I was burning up, and stopped taking pictures. I froze like a statue and felt my blood pressure rise.

"I'm done," I thought.

I overheard a fan say that he heard the British Bulldogs asked Greg the Hammer Valentine to be part of Vince McMahon's WWE Legend Tour. I knew Davey Boy Smith was dead, and Dynamite Kid was crippled, but didn't say anything.

Niece

2009-03-17T07:32:00.000-04:00

I dreamt that a niece from Brazil that I knew as a child flew up to visit us for a day after seeing me on Facebook. Somehow she got a cheap flight and had her passport ready.

We joked about how I still play video games, and talked World Cup soccer after I caught a bowl with my foot. She was happy to meet G. and the kids.

The house we were in was like something out of New Jersey, with two levels and a basement.

We drove her to the airport. We couldn't believe how short the visit was, but were glad she came by.

The Cough Returns

2009-03-11T06:01:00.000-04:00

Dreamt I was in Manhattan with a college friend. We saw this amazing street art murial that looked like either a cobblestone street, stairs, or a wall, depending on your angle.

Later, we ran into the artist and his girlfriend. He wasn't able to sell his street art anymore because of the recession. He had some baseball concepts that I suggested might interest people in Tokyo.

I eventually ran into Cough, who looked just as he did when I first met him -- older, gray-haired, healthy, and strong. He brought up a music recording studio concept for these tough economic times -- a GREEN recording studio. An environmentally friendly studio would draw in the artists, in his mind.

RAW heroin

2009-02-19T18:48:00.002-05:00

I had a dream that I tried to get R.A.W. a job but the teacher saw that he had red marks on his veins behind his elbows. The teacher accused him of shooting heroin drugs into his body. When I asked him about it, he looked at me sheepishly, and said he could neither confirm nor deny it. He picked up his bookbag, and left.

The Death of Captain Fascist

2009-01-28T12:49:00.003-05:00

The setting: An office/building/school I was never in before with orange/tan walls.

I was working, and came across Tashman Technologies' own Captain Software. I asked him how Captain Fascist was. He replied, "You didn't know? He died three years ago!"

"He did?"

Then Capt. Soft. started to cry. Then he mocked him. Then he laughed. He was SKEWING. I didn't know how he was trying to spin Capt. Fascist's death. I think it was cancer or a heart attack.

I also saw The Gazelle and Character Assassin.

I was in my cubicle, when my wife approached me and said that her younger sister Van wasn't doing well at work (I guess Van was also a co-worker of ours). I said that I would handle it soon. Shortly thereafter, Christina came in and starting complaining about Van. So I hit the desk, and said I heard already, and would take care of it.

I went outside and saw Van. She was out by the doorway to the building, laughing and having a good time. I tried to politely explain to her the importance of doing her job and being part of the team. It was very uncharacteristic of her because she was a great work ethic. I was glad to see my sister-in-law again, and wasn't angry at her.

Church and mobsters

2009-01-07T06:54:00.000-05:00

Dreamt a group of us were visiting an affiliated church in another state. We all had electronic devices that gave us superpowers.

The preacher, a handicapped black woman, called us out individually for not being spiritual enough whenever one of us attempted to answer her questions. "I don't care what they think," she said when our group left early. "They don't know what I know."

We turned on our superpowers as we stood up and walked out. We ended up finding a place to eat and then driving home.

***

Earlier, the mob (led by Robert DeNiro) had planned a hit on me. I was trapped in a room, with the hitmen outside. Somehow, I knew their plan of attack before it happened (felt like deja vu). I barricaded the doors and escaped out the second story window, and went on to hound DeNiro for several weeks. He couldn't stop me and eventually gave me a piece of the city.

Tony Vahl is a pig

2009-01-05T08:23:00.004-05:00

The All-Different, All-New TONY VAHL

I was at the "Spanish store", a bodega in Brooklyn, New York, where I used to live. Tony Vahl, and I (Damian Hospital) were there along with dozens of Latin people. Tony and I are having a good time discussing a topic which I can't remember, but the next thing I know, he gets transformed into a large PIG.

The Latinos carve his skin off, and his skin becomes mozzarella cheese and gets put in a separate bowl to make pizza. Then they cooked him, and everyone (except me) ate him. It was very graphic and revolting.

Thankfully, a transition saved him: we were suddenly in a huge, dark auditorium- perhaps a school or Jewish Center. Playing on the white screen (the pull down slide-show curtains that we watched projection movies on in school, remember those?) was the greatest baseball movie of all time: all of the players from all eras played against each other. It was very emotional.

We were surrounded by "other" kids, who were "experts". However, none of the players were "real"- all of the names were fictional. Unfortunately, due to the angle of the auditorium seats, I was unable to get a clear view of the movie, especially with kids just stacked everywhere.

Ten Commandments Sequel? And Tashman stuff

2009-01-05T07:14:00.003-05:00

Dreamt I was going on a business trip to Orlando or Tampa, and Overmind I and II were going to the same location for Tashman, along with Ramalani and Luthor.

I met up with the Tashman contingent after a tax accountant relative spent the night at my house. I warned him about the couch mattress, and asked him if he brought his temper-pedic pad to put over it. He said no and not to worry about it.

Anyway, after the drive, I met up with the guys (CEO showed up, too) and sat in on their presentation to a group of university scientists about the wonders of teleportation. A female intern walked up to me and asked me if Tashman was hiring. I laughed and said, "I'm a former manager there. I'm just sitting in on their meeting," and I directed her to Overmind II.

Earlier, before the meeting, Overmind I (as in uno) and I (as in me, myself, and) were standing on a line at an indoor mall. I started talking to him about a movie I'd seen starting Charlton Heston. It begins where the Ten Commandments leaves off. You see him dressed up as Moses, talking to God, only this time God is there in physical form (Charlton was playing that role, too, with a close-shaved speckled beard), along with some other people I didn't recognize (Abraham? Jesus? Prophets yet to be born?). Somehow, this movie morphed into Planet of the Apes or similar sci-fi premise (invasion of Earth by Martians? Something like that). I talked about how I never related the beginning of this movie to the Ten Commandments until this last viewing.

Proof: Trave"ll"er

2008-12-22T22:12:00.002-05:00

The following photo was taken in Richmond, Virginia. It is proof that at one time a certain word was spelled with two l's, not one: