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Joe Anastasio came back to life

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I had a dream that my former co-worker Joe Anastasio was alive again. Joseph Anastasio appeared in the hallway of an old school of mine (actually it was an amalgam of P.S. 251 and I.S. 78). I was moved to tears instantly as I was overcome with joy that Joseph Anastasio somehow cheated Death herself.

He was in full gear- he had dozens of jingling keys on his belt and was his usual gruff self even after I gave Joe a big hug. He was focused and he was determined to be productive. With what? I’m not sure; I don’t know if he was supposed to be the maintance man or was goign back to school or was doing something with computers. All I knew is that Joe was back and I was talking to him in the hallways, stairs, and classroom.

I told him how much he is missed and how I tried my best to honor his life in is…absence.He was vintage Joe, though- I couldn’t tell if my words were sinking in or if he was focused on learning or working while I was speaking.

Dog pees on floor, Doc Gooden Tampa, Tony Vahl

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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.

The Death of Captain Fascist

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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.

Tony Vahl is a pig

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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.

Tashman Dream: CEO Fires Byrdman and Christine

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The unthinkable had happened.

I was in the Tashman Technologies conference room with CEO, Byrdman, and Christina. CEO delivered the bad news to Byrdman- that due to budget cuts, he had to be let go. Byrdman got red in the face, but he somehow took the news well. I was sitting next to him, and felt his pain on the inside, it was of shock and betrayal, after all CEO and Byrdman truly are best friends.

Byrdman made a comment about the recent death of Bernie, one of our teleporter operators. [In real life, Bernie was a family friend that died last Saturday.] For some reason, Byrdman implied Christina was at fault because Bernie’s production was not replaced. So CEO fired Christina, too.

There was shock and tension in the air. My first thought: I could understand CEO firing technical workers, indexers, operators, qualified personnel, or middle management, but to fire two members of his inner circle clique is beyond anything rational. He trusts them with his life.

Moving on, everyone’s responsibilities increased, Ramalani and Charlie Brown remained, and Big D was now helping me with client quotes.

I was at a school cafeteria with Charlie Brown, Ramalani, and CEO, eating hot lunch. There were elementary school kids running around. CEO opened a clothes gift box and threw me a pink polo shirt, and said, “Here ya go, kid. I don’t want you running off, I’m losing everybody.” I just kind of looked at the shirt, and froze. “Well, whatever you need, I’ll give you,” he assured me. I felt shocked that he finally realized I was valuable.

I was in a Ruby Tuesday’s men’s restroom when Big D and M & M walked in. Big D was asking me about a quote she just gave, and I knew it was wrong, but she didn’t want to hear it. So instead, I humored her. She was telling me she had problems with Excel.

I drove back to work (my mother was in the car) and I was trying to explain to her the events of Byrdman and Christina’s shocking dismissal, and how it tied into Bernie’s death. [I spent hours going from dream to dream trying to save the answer in my brain, but the truth didn't stay with me when I woke up.]

When I got to the office, Big D was panicking, as usual. CEO also disagreed with her quote, and doubled it. My Excel wasn’t working, so Son of Thor came and fixed my network connection. Son of Thor also gave me a dirty look and made a cold comment to me because he didn’t know my password to log in my computer, and as IT he looked embarrassed in front of Big D’s female customer who was in my office.

In other news, Christina was trying to make a comeback….

Byrdman Phone Call

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Had a dream I was at Tashman Technologies, and either called Byrdman or received a call from him. I tried making small talk, but finally came out and asked him how his father was doing. I told him I heard his dad was taking his last rites. He started to cry and went into a rant:

“Can’t anyone keep a $@%@ secret around there? %@$^@#! Who the !@!$ told you, man? Only 1 person knew, and now EVERYone $@%@# knows!”

I tried to calm him down and pay my respects, and assured him no one told me, but that I heard it in the hallway, but it was no good.