Sunday Night Dream #2

I was with my wife, my friend T., his wife Gete, and son Bubba. Bubba was a little younger. We were some living room/dining room area. Bubba was lying on the table with a lot of blankets and cradle. My wife and I were showing him how to use the remote control and DVD remote.

As I looked at the TV, I saw a cartoon of a Cuban dictator named "Rodney Conrado". I laughed out loud, because it contained two names of my friend Rod Conrad (Chester). The cartoon continued as the dictator launched a missile at the U.S. He attached himself to the missile with strings and balloons, so if the G.I. JOE team shot him down, the missile would so something bad. He eventually cut the strings and fell into the water.

Afterwards, we were in Harbor Inn; Gete and I were walking my dog Stormy. Although there was only one leash, it felt like two because Gete kept pulling Stormy in her direction. Gete was a few hundred feet away from us in the dog walking grass area, near the canal, and Stormy kept tring to go in the other direction. But Gete was stubborn, and didn't seem like she was playing. Stormy was rolling on the grass, and her leash got tangled in her body, but either Gete didn't care or didn't see. So I keeled down and tried to untangle the leash, hoping Gete would see me and ease up, since I was trying to be polite. My mother shouted, "What's the PROBLEM?"

Then my clock radio alarm woke me up.

Sunday Night Dream #1

My mother and I went back to Brooklyn to stay with Warren, who was like family to us. When I spoke with him over the phone for the first time before my arrival, I heard two kids in the background. They sounded like my half-brothers, Tony, Jr. and Christopher Conrad.

We arrived to Warren's house. It was dark and messy. The layout was different than real life. Warren was moving boxes around. The two kids over the phone were revealed to be his own kids. I believe Grandma Dinah told me, or I spoke with them myself, I forgot. I also learned that Warren got married soon after we left Brooklyn, and then divorced, and had custody of the kids.

Warren was pretty strange while I was staying there. The kids were friendly enough, though. They were playing, and I was interacting with them. All in all, my mother and I felt very uncomfortable about being there. Warren was fixing something and was hardly around.

Damian's Time Traveling Dream

I was back in the Glenwood Projects in Brooklyn, NY. My grandmother Dinah was still working in Manhattan. My 4th grade teacher Ms. Fran Mills (wearing her trademark jogging outfit) was in the hallway in front of our apartment. She said she needed an alternative route to get the her [new?] school, and if Dinah could assist. So Dinah replied that the best way would be to go back into time (like 1922-1927) to her cemetery lot job. So Dinah, Ms. Mills, my mother Jamie, me, and an unknown older African-American wearing an old-fashioned hat (in fact, he looked like he could have been casted as a "servant"), went into our building's elevator.

I pressed "1", but accidentally hit "2" as well. (We lived on the 4th floor.) As the elevator was moving, I told the black man that since we're going to the 1920's, he will be standing out because of the racist society. Dinah disagreed with me, apparently because New York was more liberated than Southern states. A tad frustrated, I told the black man that even though we're going to the northeast, that he still has to be non-aggressive and lie low. I told everyone that I don't want this to be another episode of "Quantum Leap", where we have to deal with racism/slavery/discrimination in the past.

The elevator doors opened, and I guess since I accidentally hit "2" and "1", we stopped in-between floors, and we saw the yellow wall in the shaft. Ms. Mills said, "2nd floor; we don't want that", even though the "2" was written like "zed"- a z with a cross in it. I didn't correct her. Then we went up, and back down, and we started to panic a little. I saw that Jamie was wearing an A-Rod Yankees t-shirt, and I was worried about how that would affect the time-line. Anyway, the doors opened at the number "12" was written on the yellow shaft wall. Then "10". (Even though my building only had 6 floors.) Ms. Mills informed us that the elevator was the time machine, and we were going through time. Then I left dizzy, and my stomach went to my chest, like how I feel on a rollercoaster. I said, "I can feel it! We're moving through time now!" Everyone was feeling this, and held their heads, and bent down.

The doors opened, and we slowly walked out to 1922 (or 1927). I was bracing myself for a huge difference; but there was none. The men walking looked right past me, but did look at Jamie. I was wearing my Lorien cap, and I was worried about that, but no one glanced in my direction. So I tried to consciously change the dream environment, to make the color a vintage tint. I also tried to consciously lower the number of people walking, and clean the streets of litter.

Reed "Mr. Fantastic" Richards, Johnny "The Human Torch" Storm, and Ben "The Thing" Grimm were now with us (they acted like they came in and out of the elevator with us). Richards, the leader of the comic book group The Fantastic Four, took charge and told us how to blend in, and gave us instructions of how to accomplish the mission and get back home. I was discussing the time-traveling issue of Jamie wearing an A-Rod Yankees shirt, since Babe Ruth was on the Yankees.

After we wandered and looked for places to stay, Johnny Storm confessed to Reed that he lost the backpage of a sports magazine that had all of the Yankees current stats. Reed assured him that "it's okay", and the time-line would not be changed.

Reed managed to get a $10 per hour job as a scientist in Manhattan, which I remarked was big money back then. He got Johnny a $6/hr job as his assistant, also huge. I wondered how they could get jobs, but I couldn't, especially since they had no proof.

In my new apartment, I was happy to see my dog Stormy, and my late cat Rodger, who was actually Jamie's current cat Puddy, but had white fur like Rodger. So I guess he was both. I kissed Stormy on the snout, and was hesitant to kiss Rodger because he scratched people in real life, but he let me. I wasn't that shocked that they were living in 1927, or that Rodger was alive.

The scene shifted to Johnny Storm, who was complaining to Ben Grimm that Reed wouldn't let him "flame on" and use his powers in the past (to keep a low-profile). Johnny was trying to rationalize using his powers, by saying that the original Human Torch (the android) existed in this time, and people wouldn't know the difference anyway.

Anyway, Johnny eventually fell in love with a woman from the past. The dream concluded on a sad note, because he had to tell the woman that when he goes back to the present, she will be old if he visits her. The dream ended with the very sad scene of Johnny visiting her in a nursing home in the present. He had still loved her even though she was over 100, and she recognized him immediately, like she was waiting for him all of these years to come back. He put his forehead on her hand, began to silently weep, and the room went dark.

Epilogue: also back in the present, I began to write a letter to baseball guru Bill James, telling him that my experiences in the past could help me write the book he never got a chance to do- which was the 1998 Yankees going back to play the 1927 Yankees. I asked him permission because it was his original idea.

Damian's Chaotic Dream

My wife and I were on a raft (or something) in the middle of the ocean. There were towns/building on small islands/rafts. We were scared, and came across the tip of a mountain that looked like the Statue of Liberty from Planet of the Apes. I was shocked- how could this be? Then I saw another tip of a mountain that looked like the torch. I realized that New York has been covered by this massive ocean, and we were floating on gallons of water and waves. We no longer had a raft, and had to hold to the stone "torch". The ocean was rising, and we were running out of space. We were going to drown with the rest of the city. We swam to the other torch, which had slightly more room. But the water was about to engulf us until we had one inch left. A group of people rescued us, and we went to one of the islands.

There were monolith statues of various Wonder Women. The citizens told us that the Atlantic Ocean used to be above sea level, and that the Statue of Liberty used to exist below the ocean; that we were not in the future, we were in the past.

My Boss met the group and began to lead us around. I saw some co-workers, the Clique in particular. The Boss said that he owned the Golden Age Wonder Woman (Hippolyta) building now, and it will be our new office. The Clique was thrilled. We went on the tour.

I eventually made my way alone to a backyard in a typical 2007 Florida neighborhood with houses and roads. I entered an open one-story typical house, and the living room was heavily furnished (middle-class). There was a big dog running around. I read a yellow receipt copy that said "Dog killed by child. Suspect- Million Dollar Man Ted DiBiase may have paid the boy." Then I realized! I am now in a different time line because the dog is alive! Perhaps I was sent back to prevent the dog from dying. Perhaps one life has an affect on the entire world. And the truth has been revealed- Ted DiBiase is NOT a good Born Again. He is a FRAUD, and was still a bad guy.

I went into the bathroom. Human feces- stool- filled the bowl. I couldn't flush it, as the black manure snakes manure piled up. The water level was low, as well. It was the most disgusting thing I've ever seen. I began to break the long pieces with my hands, and they became baseball prospects.

Out in the street, on a grassy knoll in a neighborhood, people gathered to listen to the draft pick announcements. There was a yellow construction truck. Older African-American scouts- who said they were former picks- demanded justice. One old coach took over the meeting and began to protest something. There was mass confusion. I began to run down the street. I saw a black youth who had been in a crucifix-like position being taken down by a protesters. Although the victim had looked to be in agony, he flashed himself to me, and he was laughing.

I was walking down a curved road, and there was a bay. Magical fire began to spread on the ground. An elf-like (Link) creature helped me avoid it.

Fast Food and Tashman

A fella dreamt that he worked at a Tashman ground base in North Carolina, near the coast. He had a friend who bought a McDonald's franchise.

A hurricane approached. Stores shut down. The friend, dressed as Ronald McDonald, was spotted leaving McDonald's with huge bags full of food in the middle of the storm.

Two Dreams

Dace encountered the following dreams:

Last week of October

A man recalls being in a major metropolis, like New York, except next to a river. He was staying in a huge brick hotel, at least 20 stories tall, with fellow college students. He instinctively suspects that a young lad from Trinidad has a gun in his room, and is planning to shoot somebody.

Not wanting to see anyone get killed, the man organizes is friends and encourages them to go out that night, or to avoid certain floors of the hotel, or to go home early.

Madness ensues, involving rooftops, staircases, dark alleyways ... with the man one step ahead of the would-be gunman.


Novemember 6

Another man recalls carrying two Wal-Mart bags full of dirty laundry through an airport, along with a red bookbag and suitcase. His wife meets with him before he goes through security, and admonishes him to stuff the laundry in the red bookbag. The man shrugs his shoulders and informs his wife that he had carried some laundry like that before ... but inside, the man was glad, because he felt embarrassed carrying bags unto the plane.