The Madman at Rest

The dream journal was found in the pile/archives of various stuff I have written not long too ago. It was a rough patch for me in life. I did a lot of writing during this period.

Originally, the journal started out as a sobriety type journey with nothing being written. I didn't drink or smoke for 90 days and began to have really lucid dreams consistently night after night. The dreams were random and have no underlying rhyme or reason. I simply woke up and started writing as much as possibly could remember from the dreams.
Sobriety was rather boring and I honestly saw no benefit from abstinence other than I had some extra cash and lucid dreams. I believe allcohol and marijuana do have some relationship to dreaming though. I only say this because of these writings. The detail in the dreams is just not there today. I wake with just fragments of stuff I was dreaming but not on par with this experiment. I carried on with it for longer than I thought but became bored with it and moved on to other stuff. It is kind of strange and unconnected thoughts. What is interesting is that I read a couple of these a few years back and could remember some of the dream from the description actually. It makes me wonder about the storage capacity of the brain. What was going through my helmet when I was sound asleep a few years ago?  

8-?-13
I was dreaming I was in Sweden again. It was some type of school reunion as it seemed there were several students there in a large dormitory like building. There was a one kid who seemed quite friendly with very muscular legs who was doing these ridiculous forward and backward flips at a ridiculous speed. I spoke some in Swedish in the dream and some English. Then we were standing on the edge of this giant dormitory. On something that look like a giant airplane wing. It was me and the kid who was doing the crazy back flips. Then he jumped into the water. The water was so clear I could see him in the water. It had to be a 30 foot jump. I jumped also. I think jumped to make the crowd look like I was trying to save him but I could tell the way he was gliding in the water he was a good swimmer as well gymnast on the ground. I jumped and splashed into this crystal clear bay which I know is not Swedish water. Again, it was one of those dreams I could breathe underwater. This is a recurring theme in many of my dreams. I started taking long gliding strokes amazed at the ability to breathe under water . Then I started my breath hold chasing the kid and I did not. I finally surface by this ladder along a pier. The next thing I remember is I was in the same building but it was now a hospital. And this guy was peeling the skin off this huge fish. I said I had never seen a fish like that and I just don’t remember the water in Sweden being so clear. The chef chopped the head off this fish and put in a plastic bag. He was then adding some juice or dressing to the fish head to make a meal. 

I was then in the basement of this hospital and I was waiting to get into this other room. there was a female lab tech there with and she was speaking English. She taking care of him is so bad that sometimes people come in here just to sleep on this bed. The bed was a mess. The lady held up several samples that looked like they were for a microscope and told me the bed keeps getting contaminated by what all these people are leaving in tit…I awoke.
 

9/1/13

I remember I was supposedly up at the top of the Cedar Rapids 5 Seasons Center. This used to be the best restaurant in Cedar Rapids but as the hotel fell into disrepair the entire building needed completely renovated inside and out. In my dream however it was already renovated. I was sitting in a conversation with former NBA great Patrick Ewing. I couldn’t believe he was in Cedar Rapids. We hung out for a little bit and I asked him for his autograph. He simple write something the looked like the capital letter on its back and a W…It made sense then…It makes no sense now. That is where the dream drifted….

9/2/13

The dream started with me in a wrestling match with a kid who was a popular local college wrestler. After a couple moves I ended up on my back and managed to have the struggle broken up by my nephew Marcus who happens to be a wrestler. I was then on the campus bus going somewhere. There was a lot of commotion and the bus pulled over and some authority came on the bus and started taking names of those were in this group of young guys. I mentioned I was not a part of the group but my name went down on the clipboard as well. The dram transitioned to me riding a motorcycle that was quite small. The road was quite sandy and I almost crashed into this chain link fence on my right hand side. I crossed the traffic and as I turned the motorcycle to make a left hand turn the stopped traffic began proceeding through the intersection. I actually stopped the bike and let a little tiny car go before I could continue my left hand turn. I drove down that road until it looked like I was at a wooden shack. The next thing there was a beautiful girl about 20 years old who seemed rather fond of me. The room was just a bed and a few small furniture items. I told her that she was beautiful and I laid down on the bed. She took all of her clothes off and laid down beside me. I remember feeling her on her stomach and side and it was so soft and smooth. She told me she was pregnant. I didn’t matter to me as I knew it was not from me and that if we did have sex then she would not get pregnant again. There was one door in the room that was open and there were mens voices in there. It sounded like it was a kitchen crew working. As I went to close the door I looked back and there was the girl completely naked. She was beautiful I turned back to clothes the door and there were two guys dressed like dishwashers standing at the door. I noticed both were smaller than me but one guy had gigantic feet and I commented about it. The guy emptied a garbage can and I awoke.

9/15/13

I was riding my bike up this curvy road as if it were like a winding parking ramp. But at one turn there was a door. I parked my bike and walked through the open door and it was a busy factory. I am not sure what they were making but I was next in a room with several people setting up computers. The person in charge was a chubby guy I have never seen before. He was working on an old stand up style video game. It was broken and he pushed it against the wall. He didn’t seem to mind that it was broken as I had the feeling he was pretty wealthy. He was sitting people at tables and helping them get their laptops working. I felt as if I were the new employee. I followed him around the corner into his bedroom office. There were contractors in the office still working on it. There was a large glass window that looked down on a beautiful old building. There were workers coming out of the building. I remember saying. “so that is where the prison is. It is on the other side of the factory.”

The next thing I know I am in a small room with a bunk bed. I was laying down when a short haired woman a little old than I tried getting in bed with me. She handed me a handful of twenty dollar bills and pulled her pants off. I remember seeing her pubic hair and I rubbed her stomach. I mounted her and started having sex with her while the younger woman watched. I rolled her over and inserted my cock in her ass for awhile. The next thing I know I was walking down the street and the lady was now following me. I came to some steps out in front of home and Stacy Kraft, a lady I used to work with opened the door. She was smiling and laughing and invited me in. I went to her bathroom and began washing off my cock in the sink and Stacy was laughing as she knew what had happened. Then the older lady came in the house again. She wasn’t real happy that I had anal sex with her but she said, “You need to fertilize the lawn three times this year” I walked back out into the cobblestone street.

9/22/13

I was dreaming I was in a school. It was some type of music recital for kids. I walked down the hall and notice a small kid with braces on. I smiled and turned around and the kicked came up behind me and kicked me hard. He ran into a class room and I followed him into the room. He was behind a huge pile of clothes and some other kids. I decided not to do anything and left the classroom. I walked down the hall and came across some instruments sitting at the end of the hallway. There was an electric bass guitar, something that looked like a small portable steel guitar made out of wood and some other instruments. One of the kids walked up and plugged in the base. I told him I didn’t know what the small instrument was and he ignored me. Then the kid who had kicked me came up and started tuning the instrument as it was his I looked around for my red electric guitar. I found the case but no guitar. I kept looking around and couldn’t find it. When I came back to the end of the hallway everything was gone except a cheap beat up red guitar. I had the feeling the kids had stolen mine. I tried to put the guitar I was left with into my case and walk out the door. The guitar would not fit in the case. As I walked out the door there was a blizzard on snow that had been falling. There were a few feet of snow the had fallen and the wind was 90mph. I could not stand up and I was looking for my car. I dropped the guitar and the case began crawling on my hands and knees and I was going so slow. I got around to the back of the school and caught a gust that blew me into some guy’s bushes beside his house. He asked me if I wanted to come in and I told him I need to find my car. I made it out of the bushes and started crawling behind the school when I heard a siren go by. My phone rand and it was Bar. She said she was worried about me and wanted to know if she could spend the night. I told her I was fine and that she could spend the night. I put my phone back in my pocket and kept crawling around to the front of the school. I had made a complete lap and when I got back in front there was a tow truck and some guy from the gym there. I saw the guitar and the case there and I made it back to my car. It was my old 1987 Red Honda CRX. I managed to get the door open and the get the guitar case in the car. Then some woman starts trying to tell argue with me about something. I told her off and tried to get in my car and then a security guard tells me he needs to give me a ticket. I was pissed because we were in the middle of a terrible storm and this guy was trying to give me a ticket for being rude to the woman. He said his batteries died on his radio and he had to go back into the school to get new ones. I took the opportunity to get in my car, start it and tried to make it out of the parking lot. As I slowly took off a large dog jumped in my car through an open window. The car got back out of my car and stood on top of a snow drift. I tried to go around the snow drift and I got stuck. The dog sat there growling at me while looking down at me.

9/30/13

I was sitting in a fast food restaurant with my old roommate from dive school, Pat McNally. I was not sure why Pat was in town but in real life he works in the pentagon in Washington D.C. We were sitting at this table and there where two guy right sitting in a booth right beside us. The conversation was kind of light but I was asking Pat what he did in the pentagon and he ignored me. He kind of smirked. We did not get the right order it seemed and I remember only get about half an order of french fries. I started eating my fries and the two guys in the other booth came and sat down with Pat and I. It almost felt like these two guys were spies. The one guy looked a lot like Pat but was a little bigger. Pat didn’t seem bothered at all and obviously knew these guys. I asked Pat if this was his brother and he just smiled. I asked the guy what his name was and he said Mike. I then looked at Pat and told him “I remembered him talking about his brother from a long time ago. What was his name? “Pat replied, “Mike.” 

I knew Pat was bullshitting me about the two guys and one of them was his brother for sure. I didn’t understand why he wouldn’t tell me what he did and why he just lied to me about his brother sitting in our booth. The two guys got up and walked back to their booth. I felt under the table as if I were feeling for microphones that they might placed under the table. There was nothing. I got up and went to the front of the store to order some more french fries. There were a couple girls there in their uniforms when wanted started rapping at me. I said “Are you kidding me. You ask me what I want for my order with a rap song?” I walked away and left the corner and Pat, his brother and the other guy followed me out into the street and as I crossed the street I saw a church was being renovated. They were taking out a huge stain glass window with a ladder. There were several people around watching. I figured at had not much more to say to Pat and if he wanted to talk to me he would have to follow me into the church. I walked into the church and they were taking out everything. I saw someone tearing out these chairs that resembled benches that were all connected together and I wanted a set. Someone told me I had to ask for someone else who was working in the back. I jumped up on their stage and everything looked like it was in a shambles. I called out for this guy and he mumbled back to me. I could hear him real well but it was something about him working all the time. I wasn’t going to be able to get the chairs so I left. As I walked out I went down the ladder that was propped up in the opening where the stain glass used to be. I walked across the street. 

The next thing I am in a frat house somewhere. There is another guy in the room and I don’t bother asking who it is. Then the phone rings. I answered it and began explaining to them my day. The person tells me I am not the one they are looking for. It was a call for the other guy in the room. 

10/3/13

The dream started out with me in a college class room with some other students. I walked into the class that was already in progress. The female teacher had a class of students who was learning about Scandinavia. I remember there was a large map of northern Europe the class was looking at. They also had a Swedish woman on the speaker phone in the class they were talking to. I interrupted them in Swedish. I said in Swedish who I was and that I used to live in Sweden. I told her that I have a couple friends there at that my former wife was Swedish. I asked her what she thought of Swedish and she said it was average. I told her it had been a while since I spoke Swedish. 

Then I was outside in an open air bar in a city. I remember it was the bottom floor of a large building and there was no traffic. Across the street there was a band playing and I saw Barb walking around. It really wasn’t a band playing it was one guy with a drum, one guy with a bass and one of the guys was Tom Baer from elementary school. They just started playing Eric Clapton “Cocaine.” I walked over to them and Tom asked me if I still played guitar. I told him that I did and that it was in my car with a little amp. I went to the parking ramp stairs and was struggling to get up the stairs. My leg was so weak and seemed stuck to the other one. I managed to get to the top of the stairs and there was a door I went through. It was the locker room to a swimming pool. As I walked around the locker room I was looking for my guitar and I could not find it. I walked out into the pool area and there were three or four separated pools. In the one right in front of me I saw Matt Crispen in the water. He was my former brother in law. I jumped in the water and took a couple long strides under water. The water somehow healed my leg. I made it to the other side of the pool and got up on the ledge and there was no guitar.

I turned around and now I was under a huge city bridge swimming in a brown murky river. I could believe that somehow there was a murky river with cement sides like a swimming pool. There were several people swimming in the water and having a good time. I was confused and could not figure how or why someone would try to make the river swimming pool.
 

4/07/14
The dream started out I was with my ex wife Darci in the basement of her sister’s house which was now my home. She started rubbing her pussy on my hand as I was lying on a bed. She then started grinding on it and it was obvious she wanted to have sex. Her whole family and husband was in the house or close by. I took her pants down and she bent over the bed. I remember licking her pussy but it looked quite different than it did before. She then wanted to know if I wanted to fuck her in the ass and I said that I did. We begin having anal se when I heard a commotion up stairs. I was wearing a condom and I took it off. I threw it in an open closet. The next thing I remember is the basement was full of guys her family Mickey, Matt, her husband Mike, her mother and her father. Darci sat with me on this bed and somehow she was dressed but I was not and tried to hide myself under the blanket. I was convinced they all knew what had taken place but sat around watching me fumble with my mobile phone. Then they all went upstairs except for her husband Mike. Mike, who did not look anything like her husband mike in real life, asked me if I had sex with her and I admitted that I did. I told him I was not a liar. He then asked what if I kick your ass. I told him that I knew he was a wrestler and that he would have the advantage. I said if we were to do this in open water he would not be so confident as he knew I was a former navy diver and good in the water and he agreed. He had to think for a moment and then he there were some redneck white folks that I did not know fill the basement. They were mostly guys but there were a few wives and kids too. Then we started singing the Lords prayer and they forgave me. I went outside of the house and Darci was there and she asked if I had told him that we had sex and I nodded that I did. I went back down t stairs and Mike was watching some video about a dirt bike with Darci;s Dad Jim. He said that was all he had left. Then I remember the house emptying out of all the people and the red necks were leaving the property, Darci disappeared in the crowd as they departed in their crowd down the road in front of the house and I remember the scene like there was a huge yard and an almost farm like setting. I turned back and wanted to tell her if she wanted to come back and spend the night if Mike kicked her out of their house she could but I didn’t get the chance. I turned and walked back around the house and there was this icy moss al over the back yard. There was a small hill that I had to climb and there was a patch that was like an empty pond that was still iced over and had yet to thaw in the spring. There was like a flash weather report that said the temp was going to be in the teens and I remember climbing and slipping on the icy moss. I went back down somehow to the back entrance of the house that was supposedly Matt and Mickey’s before that was now mine but yet it did not even resemble the basement that we were in before. It was a huge and open basement with very few items in there but I was proud that it was mine and kind of snickered that I had anal sex with my former wife and nothing really came of it. The dream ended with two of the final rednecks was making their way out of the huge yard and stopping by the fence. One was in a white pick up that was grossly hot rodded out and looked ridiculous and the other was a piece of shit old cart. They got the gate and then tore off in a race and then I heard some guy yelling from one of the vehicles “Yee Haw” in a redneck yell….it was a very lucid dream
 

5/7/14
I was golfing with Loren Coppock on a majestic golf course. He was explaining how he had a special club to use when a person is hitting a ball on an angle on the side of a hill. This hill was rock and covered with what appeared to be some type of moss. He made a simple shot that went just to the top of the hill and rolled over almost a small ravine all the way to within a few inches of the hole. I was as if he was giving me a lesson and it was fitting because in real life Loren was my mentor for awhile and he is a good golfer. In the middle of this gold outing a guy drives up with his golf cart behind us and says that I need to sign for a package. Loren was disturbed by the fact someone would interrupt our game to receive a package. The person, whom I do not remember, said it was about life insurance I had purchased. I asked the guy why he followed me out to the golf course to sign it and he simply replied that was how it worked. I asked him if he had any idea how much life insurance and Loren had sold in over 30 years in the business and that this policy was ridiculous and he didn’t care.
I then found myself at a table with Vicki Russle and Maud Moore who were two ladies I used to work with at Davis, Jones, Lamb many years ago when I worked with Loren. Maud was Swedish and told me to read the instructions. I was handed a white package. The white package I opened and it was hot dogs from a butcher that were in a vacuum sealed package. Vicki reminded me to read the instructions. I explained I did not need to read the instructions as it was obviously hot dogs. She insisted that I read the instructions and they were in Swedish. The only word was “misbruk” which means abuse in Swedish, It was odd because I usually do not use that word in Swedish and somehow in my dream I remembered the meaning of word I have seldom used in speaking Swedish in real life. I stared at the package of hot dogs and the dream ended.
 

5/20/14
I was hanging out a window upside down with my ex wife holding me by the feet while I was attempting to cut my own hair with some barber’s clippers. I noticed when I was on almost on the ground that I my son was trying to sit on a girls face. I yelled at him to knock it off and he did. My ex hauled me back up and into the window. I was then in a large one story art store when I noticed her family was looking around at some art from my former girlfriend Barb. They were looking at a piece and I said that it was definitely done by Barb and that I had the best piece she had ever made. They walked around a little more and I was let looking through the art store for a piece that I was to collect that Barb had drawn for me. I could not find it. Then I went down stairs and in this place and it was a storage of several other art pieces but could not find the piece that was for me. I walked out of the door and there was Darci crying and angry as she had been waiting with our kids to pick me up. I walked out into the parking lot and it seemed as if it were Lindale Mall in Cedar Rapids after the place received a new make over. There was a guy that was talking on his phone dressed nicely. I got the feeling he was some internet venture capitalist guy and he had some art in a cylindrical tube under his arm. I took it from him and hit him on the head with it. He in turn took it back and hit me on the head with it. I walked away to the other side of the building and the east side opened up into a large green area that had a couple girls walking around.
 

6/14/14
I was standing around a living room with my old girlfriend Alyssa and her new family. Her mother was there. Her new husband was there and my kids were there but much younger than their current age. They were children of about 4-5 years old. We were out side of a circular type kitchen that had a railing around it .On the outside of the railing was a grassy field in which we elected to play football on. It was rather muddy out and everyone became a muddy messy. Her husband walked up and he was unaware of the relationship or seemed ambivalent to the relationship I had with Alyssa previously. When we sat back down in the kitchen area my daughter began to help Alyssa’s mother with the dishes in the dish washer and she told her scornfully to go sit down. When I saw my daughter sit next to Alyssa on the couch she was almost crying. I decided to show them a thing or two and stepped back outside of the ring around the kitchen this had become a swimming pool. I was looking for clear lane to do a 50m breath hold. I was sure none of them could do it and somehow this was going to make things right. I found the lane I wanted and began swimming under water when I realized the person on the lane beside me was running on top of the water. When I reached the other side I could not push off and go back as there were some other guys in my way. When I turned around it was a guy Joe Menge an old friend and guy I sued to work for who not only was the guy running on the water he took a couple steps on the cement on the side of the pool, hurdled the fence and completed what seemed like a 50m dash. A bunch of people were cheering at his accomplishment and I stood there in the water trying to figure out how he did that.
 

9/2/14
Beernuts and I were going over to an apartment to find some weed. We get to these guys house, who was supposed to be Summy;s old pot dealing connection that skipped town, and ti was like on the second or third floor of an these old apartments that were like government housing. When we got in there It was two guys. One of them had an odd looking back derailleur that I had been looking for to fix my bike, I opened the box and it was dis assembled. I fumbled around with it for a bit and could not put it together than one of the hippies who I did not recognize was holding the directions. I looked at him and wondered why he had not given ne the directions in the first place. When I looked across at his buddy I noticed he had several bags of pot in his back pack. I mentioned that I had smoked pot in the place at least a hundred times before and the kid kind of scoffed at me. I told him the old play was to talk about football tickets instead of pot directly. He put out about as much dope as you would get from licking a cigarette ash and wanted to charge me $10. I had a twenty and the kid gave me two fives back and told me he doesn’t trust anyone. I thought he was a fucking idiot who just wasted our time.  I took a hit off a pipe of the small amount of pot he sold me and turned my attention back to the dude with the derailleur. I asked him how much he wanted and didn’t care where he got them. I don’t remember what he told me but I told him I could buy it on Ebay for like $25. These guys were idiots and I did not buy the derailleur. We left the apartment and we could barely open the door to get out as there were clothes strewn all over the floor. We descended down the stairs and ended up in a really beat down lobby and I realized I was the only one there. I started washing me hands in this old deep
sink with a red colored soap and this old lady comes up to me and asked me if I was going to make good on the rent for October. I told her I did not live there and was just visiting a friend. I asked her if she got a free room there as it appeared she was the manager or landlord. She said she did not. Then this guy walked by who looked like a guy from the VA but I could not place him. She told him, “So long, Mal” as he walked out the door. I turned towards the lobby and Beernuts was now talking to this guy who I had never seen before but he was about my age. He had these ridiculous glasses on that were completely shattered but held together with this white wire all over them. He followed along as we walked out the door and then started descending down a huge set of narrow concrete stairs. The guy with the glasses slipped and fell right on his back. I leaned back and skied down the steps and did a cool guy power slide at the bottom. Beernuts and I walked alone through the parking lot of the place and I awoke.

10/19/14

It started out with myself and a few other guys I had never seen before in a job interview as suit salesmen in this store that reminded me of an old shoe store with a front desk with no cash register and a back room that had only three walls. Two of the walls partitioned off the front area and the third was the glass store front window with venetian blinds where you could see the strip mall parking lot. Two of the other guys were young guys in their late twenties and they were potential new hires like me who were both wearing suits that looked like they came from Wal Mart. I have never seen them before. The other guy was the owner I have never seen before either. He was a fat old guy that looked Italian and had a loud fake laugh. He reminded me of a guy that used to work the midway at the state fair but now had switched to cheap suits out of this store. He put his hands on everyone like they were old pals or something and over exaggerated all of his motions and comments.
Each of us new guys were to bring in a new customer of our own and try to get them to buy a suit as part of our interview for the job. It was to remind us we couldn’t just sit around the office and wait for people to walk in, we had to build a customer base. I had no one show up and wasn’t really sure I even wanted the job. The two young guys each brought in a guy. Both of their potential customers were in their early twenties as well. The one guy held up an ugly black dress shoe for his friend that looked like a low cut basketball shoe that had been spray painted. He then showed him a camel colored suit that looked cheaper than the one he had on. His buddy got pissed and made the comment, “Did you bring me down here so you could sell me something?” He got pissed and left. The other guy had his friend show up with a couple white shirt boxes. His friend told him the shirts didn’t fit and looked like shit on him. The guy told him to try them on in the store. Meanwhile the fat guy was in the back encouraging us to start clapping, whistling and shouting in the back room like it was some sound effect of the crowd going wild when this guy put on the shirt. The guy was right, the shirt was too small and made him look like an idiot. The young guy kept leaning on him to buy it and we were going crazy in the back room trying to encourage him to buy it. The friend got frustrated and threw the boxes on the front desk and said, “I thought we were friends.” and walked out. We could see him getting in his piece of shit car, slamming the door and doing a burnout in the strip mall parking lot through the blinds. The two young guys looked hopeless in their cheap suits and frustrated they just had two friends they tried to turn into customers tell them harshly “no” to their faces and walk out the door. Then they gave up and walked out realizing the job was going to consist of doing this every day. I sat in the back room strumming a one stringed guitar that was leaning against the wall when the fat owner guy turned his attention to me. He asked me if I played and I told him I wrote some of my own stuff and played in a couple bands. He asked me if I was any good and I told him “If I was I wouldn’t be here with you would I.”

10-31-14
I was walking behind three huge military ducks, water and land vehicles that were rolling along together towards what appeared to be a dry roller dam. I had the impression they were nuclear powered. We approached the damn and I unlocked the gates that were on front of the entrances for the vehicles to rollover and into a large lake. They went over the rounded cement structure easily and then I was in one. I watched them for a bit and then stood by some old sheds that were on the land side of the rounded roller dam looking entry structure. The sheds looked as if they had not been in use and there was not much in either when I looked around. I noticed there was someone looking at me from an old car. One of the duck vehicles returned and I was then in the vehicle. The ignition key appeared to be a glowing glass ampule that was inserted into the dashboard of the vehicles. As I rolled along my ex wife was walking along in the middle of nowhere in a pair of shorts. I made a comment to her as we went I went along. I stopped in front of a saloon looking place and went inside. My son Trey and a few of his friends were there with some other unknown people. I was telling them about the glowing glass ampule keys in the vehicle and attempted to pull one out and show everyone when I noticed one had broken in my pocket and my pants pocket was all wet with what I believed was radioactive. Then a couple guys came in who were looking for me because they knew I had the keys. They were EOD guys and I told them a long time ago I was an in EOD. They told me they blew up small nuclear stuff all the time and even took pictures of themselves while doing it. We got in a car and were then driving down a road and accident happened. We were driving on the wrong side of the road and a line of traffic was coming at us and then another accident where a car rolled over on the road. I mentioned that was pretty unlikely and then a third multi car accident happened at an intersection. I got out and there was a young woman that I had not seen before and she was selling flowers and I was supposed to deliver them to someone.
 

11/8/14
I was on a brand new huge US Navy ship. I was young walking around the ship as it was the first time the ship was to be at sea. I remember looking over the rails down on the starboard side of the ship at the water and it was probably 50 feet to the water where I from where I was standing. I looked over my left shoulder an d there were still several decks higher on the ship that also had railings surrounding the outside. Suddenly the ship listed to starboard dramatically almost 45 degrees. It was enough I ran my hands through the water over the railing and then it righted itself again. Then the ship repeated the list again as if it were part of some test during sea trials. I noticed there was a huge white drone looking airplane taking off from an airbase and we were stationed at the end of the runway. I was running to through the ship and found myself on the bridge. I was looking at all of the sparkling brass fixtures and noticed the captain and the ship’s chaplain were sitting in directors chairs to my left. They saw me but said nothing and I decided to exit. I walked past a young black officer that was talking to himself as he entered the bridge and I exited through a hatch. I went up the stairs and remember there were a couple other young guys who were part of the ship’s company who were down in deck berthing or engineering berthing. I commented on how much better it is to sleep up in the air department berthing as if it were located high up in the ship instead of down in deep in the hull. One of the guys commented about my watch and I noticed the watch was stuck to my wrist but the band was broken and missing. I remember I grabbed a phone and called my ex wife who was also on board but she was not feeling well. I told her I had seen the airplane take off and I believed we were near the air base of Encirlik Turkey. She said nothing and pulled a blanket over her head.
 

12/12/14
the dream started with me walking in the stairwell of an old law building that was crowded with people. On one of the doors I noticed my former girlfriend’s name Alyssa Bermal. I asked a woman who was standing by the door in the stairwell if Alyssa was a lawyer now and she said that indeed she was. I told her that I thought she studied English. Her response to me was that she was now a lawyer. I felt embarrassed as I was working in the house keeping department. I went down to the basement of the building and was in a housekeeping uniform. I went towards a row of vending machines and I began to scrub on the floor what appeared to be a white rectangle that was stuck to the floor. I kept scrubbing and the white rectangle on the floor by the vending machines slowly disintegrated as if it were a sticker that has been placed there. I net was on the roof of the building and there was a few people up there looking over the side. One of the guys was dressed up in a Halloween costume that looked half like a zombie and half like a crowd. He was yelling obscenities at the crowd below and taunting them. He moved closer to me and I found myself compelled to grab him and push him over the side. There were a few people around who were shocked I threw the guy from the building but I acted like I didn’t care and made my way back to the stairwell. Inside the stairwell it again was crowded with people. There was a woman that asked me If I recognized her and I did not. She made a gesture like she was smoking a joint and pointed at another older woman in her late 50’s and she winked at me. They were insinuating we all had smoked pot together sometime in the past. I didn’t remember it and apologized.
 

8/18/15
I don’t remember much of how the dream started but I was standing on the starboard side of a ship leaning over the rails talking with another guy who I have no idea who. I said something like, “Man, I really miss time a lone just staring off at the sea and the guy kind of smirked. On the other side of the pier there was another ship that was being refueled and supplied. This black boat that looked like one of those racing jet boats came in fast behind the other ship. It revved its engines but just sat there. The next thing I know I am floating on a piece of flotsam over in crystal blue open seawater with this same guy. I put my face in the water and could as if I had a mask on. Immediately saw we were surrounded by sharks. The next thing I know I am standing on right at the water’s edge apparently under the pier but not in the water. I can clearly see a large shark and a sea lion both sitting in very shallow water and not moving. Suddenly the sea lion snaps at a small fish and catches it in its mouth. Immediately the leopard spotted shark bit down on the sea lions and I heard the skull crack. I woke up.
 

10/3/15
I was outside of a mobile home park that was supposed to be grandpa Dicks. I was with John Crosby and we were walking outside. It was incredibly windy and icy out. We walked until we came to a three level apartment complex that seemed to have a car crashed into the bottom floor of the apartment building. Out of the front door came a bunch of guys dressed in military khaki colored uniforms. We jumped on the back of a truck with them and were driving off to find the driver of the vehicle who supposedly had crashed the car into the building and had put a gun to someone’s head. I noticed on of the guys there was an old MCI friend and volunteer cop, Tom Theis. I asked him where we were going and he said we were trying to get to the bar. We ended up in the parking lot of some Asian restaurant. We went into the place and there was nothing except normal patrons eating and hanging out.
 

10/6/15
I was sitting in a crowded movie theater watching the commercials in the beginning of the movie. One of the sponsor messages was a girl that I went to high school with, Meredith Bethel, giving some pubic announcement. She looked exactly as she did in high school. I said to the woman that was sitting with her husband beside, “Hey, I went to high school with that girl.” Summy was sitting in front of me and I tapped him on the shoulder and told him the same thing. I sat back in my chair and noticed the woman and the guy to my right were now laughing at me. I turned around to look at them and it was Meredith and her husband. I started laughing and gave her a kiss on the cheek. I could not notice what was right there in front of me the whole time.
The next thing I remember I was admiring an ornate jewelry box. I believe it was made out of cherry or mahogany with abalone inlays. I opened it up and there was nothing in it. Was this a statement that I was well designed myself but empty of meaning or value? Or was it to mean it was gift for others to put things valuable to them inside?
 

10/6/15
I was walking along with Donald Trump at a party. It was not a fund raiser it was some kind of small celebration at very nice hotel. Trump was really insecure and had attention deficit disorder bad as his thoughts jumped from person to person and idea to idea. I told him I was going golfing with my Step dad Dick and brother Bill. I told him if he wanted to come along he could. He said he wanted to. I went back to the hotel and found my step dad and brother. I told my Dad Trump wanted to god with us and he thought it would be fun. I was walking along with a beautiful brunette woman who was supposedly his wife. I remember asking what room he was in and she said, Room 355” when she smiled though I could see all her teeth were chipped and broken. It seemed so odd for such a beautiful woman. I was next with my brother and a couple others whom I could not recognize. We were on roller skates and I was skating backwards down the street. I am not sure where we were going.
Then I was jumping down on top of Trump’s party by the hanging colored light that were strung like Christmas lights above the tables. I came crashing down on a table and woman said, “That is not like his personality at all” to her date when she looked at me crashing in. I asked who the guy was she was with and she told me it was Fred Astaire and could not believe I didn’t know it. I turned to look at trump who was standing up on the small stage in a black leather blazer with no pants on. He didn’t even acknowledge the swooping down party crashing. I asked if he was ready to gold and he looked at me like I he had no idea what I was talking about.
 

1-9/15
I was standing amongst a group of people in what seemed to be a large museum awaiting the arrival of the pope. There were maybe twenty people there and none of them did recognize. The pope walked in and it was not pope Francis but a small Latino man dressed in the pope outfit with other clergy surrounding him. The crowd bunched together and were excited by his presence. I stood in the back but as I got closer I came forward to be right in front of him. He said something in Spanish and I was not sure what it was. Behind him was a large box of items that had been given to him from well-wishers. He reached and handed me a picture frame that had an inscription. It was one of many items that had been given to him. I couldn’t read the picture frame but I accepted the gift. He walked out into the large atrium of the museum and disappeared briefly. I stood there looking at a large mural in blue and white that had a winter theme to it but was quite old. I did not understand the meaning of the mural. I was next in a room and the pope was laying down with a clergy member by his side. There was nothing said and it appeared the pope was sleeping.
The next thing I was at a birthday party for my step father, Dick, and I gave him a white phot album for his birthday with no pictures inside. Oddly enough, today I am going to Dick’s for his birthday party.
 

10/22/15
In the beginning I was in a darkened café cleaning a meat slicer. I believe it was the VA. Terry Goedken was there and he was a former employee at the VA in Iowa City I worked with. We were complaining about the job when our boss, Billy Kindred walked in. He didn’t say anything but he was looking for food or to inspect our cleaning work. I said noting to the guy and despised the man as he is a largely ineffectual oaf. There was an envelope that had a resume or some sort of job application to transfer to a different division was on the table. It was not for me and I was disappointed I would continue to work in the kitchen. The dream transitioned to where I was lying on a bed with another guy feet to feet awaiting surgery on my shoulder. The gurney would had to be 12 feet long but in the dream it seemed we were much closed. The looked up at me and I said, “Hey you are mark. I was in kindergarten with you. You went to Rex Mathis elementary.” He laughed at and said that is amazing how in the hell did you know. I woke up and that. I told him I was a super recognizer and never forgot a face. I was about to be operated on and I looked up at the doc and said if I go out while I am under do not wake me. Just let me die. He said wait a minute and reached under the gurney and pulled out some paperwork we began filling out while I was lying on the table. Then I noticed the surgeon was Mark from kindergarten. On his note book there was doodling but it his name was Mark Lambert and he was the surgeon. He smiled acknowledging that I was correct and then put the mask on me. I woke up on a Virginia Beach but there was no beach it was to the north of us. A woman said to me, “Yea, this is Virginia Beach but there is no beach. The beach is up there.” I looked and it was miles away. I walked off in some sand towards some blue portable toilets that were on the beach wondering how I was going to get up to the beach part of Virginia Beach.
 

11/3/15
I was standing on the second floor of a two story bombed out building that was strewn with rubble and three of the four walls of the place were missing. In front of me was a young Asian guy facing the one remaining wall playing a classical piece of music on a cello I did not recognize. He didn’t notice me standing behind him. I took the bow from him and he didn’t respond. Instead he kept moving his fingers and hands as if he were still playing.
 

I walked down the stairs into an open green field that was sloping down into a shallow valley. I could see there were tanks and enemy soldiers on the other side of the valley that were advancing. From behind came a personnel carrier or tank looking vehicle that had the front open and I could see there were several Asian soldiers inside. They acknowledge me as friendly and kept moving forward in the vehicle. I turned my attention towards a few soldiers that were also Asian moving towards the opposing forces. I realized I was in a battle scene but had no weapon. Suddenly there were several smoke rounds or concussion grenades that were falling around me but none went off. I looked over the valley and the enemy was advancing and the dream ended.