I met McGuyver

In the food court of some mall- people everywhere. I was waiting for something or someone (I think a ride) when my sister approached my table, holding the hand of Richard Dean Anderson (Mcguyver). She met him and was bringing him to the people I was with for what I presume to be bragging rights (the “hey, I met a celebrity” kind of bragging rights). I noticed that he had stage makeup on even though he was at the mall and I guessed that it due to the aging process that was now clearly noticeable, though the mullet remained. I was overwhelmed with pride, for some reason, and told him that Mcguyver was a “damn good show”. My sister then ushered him back to his table in the food court.

Ex-Girlfriend & Back in New Orleans

I was sitting at a cafeteria-like table among other college-aged kids. As with most dreams, there didn’t appear to be any walls or a ceiling to this place- more like a stage with players and props. At my table was a former girlfriend and we began to catch up a little. Seeing her in my dream must have reminded me to give her a call because I left the table to call her house to see if her mom or dad could give me her new address or phone number as I had not spoken with her in years. Her dad sort of grilled me while on the phone until he finally left to speak with her though when he returned to the phone, he said that she was asleep and didn’t want to talk. I returned to the table that sat the very same former girlfriend I just tried to call and realized she was there the entire time. I then wondered why her dad lied to me and said she was there but didn’t want to talk. Also, at some point in this dream a few homeless and generally detitute people sat down at our table and started to eat- randomness spurred on by last years field placement.

I was back in New Orleans, visiting my sister. Though when I was down there last, we never set foot in a dorm, we were nevertheless in one in the dream, trying to gather people to go out. I wandered in and out of dorm rooms openly talking with people as though I were their age and an undergraduate once again. It was fun, rallying the troops for night on the town, if only in a dream. The dormitory resembled one I had lived in before- again, my brain uses that schema and alters it a little.

Brief Images

I do not recall any more of these dreams than a few brief images. One was set during my field placement. The director was going through mail and selected one piece of mail, held it in the air and said it was from a former client who was now in prison. She asked if anyone wanted to read it and reply to it.

The second dream involved something of a voyeuristic point of view. I was watching a plane drop bombs in the way that heavy bombers dropped their ordinance on targets during World War II. Except that I was not watching it on TV---but actually positioned as an onlooker outside the aircraft, looking down. The other strange thing about this was that I somehow knew that this was the Union Army dropping bombs on Atlanta. This odd one was probably some strange mixture of the days events and a civil war reference I came across during the previous day.

Darkness in the District

Yesterday was fathers day- therein is the explanation why I dreamed my dad was driving me around downtown Rock Island. Though, from my seat, in the back, I could barely make out where we were due to heavy darkness or fog. Yes- the symbolism here is just too thick and can be cut with a knife, I know. Interestingly enough, though, this is a trip that actually happened. Sometime in the mid 90's I remember my pops taking me out for a calzone and more or less following along the same path (for example, I recall driving down this one hill in particular to get there). Maybe my mind used a shell of a memory and created this alternate, tangential dream episode....the day after fathers day.

Argument at Former High School

Though I have been out of high school for the better part of 10 years now, I had a dream about it last night- more importantly, the teachers and faculty who taught there. It was a short dream and all I can recall is that there appeared to be an intense debate of great controversy erupting at first inside the school but eventually spilling outside onto the main entrance. Our stoic sixth grade teacher (whom I'd never even witnessed raise her voice- not even to 20 teeming 12 year-olds) was shouting at another teacher about some topic of great importance.