The Past Revisited

Downtown Moline. My two good friends from high school were with me, in the old reddish Honda civic he used to drive. We were all going to get into trouble again, as we once use to, and I knew this because there was tough talk floating around and guns involved. Everything after that is a blur. Next detail I recall is being in something of a courtroom for some sort of sentencing procedure where I was to disclose what “color” I represented and then push a picture through a variety of pencils, essentially destroying the picture. I couldn’t believe they thought I was in a gang and thought for sure the other legitimate gang members in line to state their color and destroy a picture would figure this out.
Later in the same dream…again in downtown Moline but this Moline was different and spread out completely different, as though it were downtown Vail and all the storefront and walkways were tourist-friendly and the streets were paved with money. It reminded me of New Orleans and that is probably the prototype my brain used to produce such a scenario. It’s my guess because I remember looking for a Voodoo shop that Moline doesn’t have. Later on, I was in another building and talking with a person I used to work with who I never got a long with. Shannon was a control-freak and diluted bitch in real life but appeared in my dream, again, so that we could make amends. After we spoke, I played around with two iron gates

Spiders

This dream had a lot more to it than what I can recall. I was in my house, I think, when I saw a huge spider perched atop some struture. Naturally, I keep my distance and go back inside to let everyone that there was an abnormally huge spider outside. When I came back with another person, they noticed a different spider measuring about the size of a basketball in diameter, legs and all. Shocked, I pointed to the one I had seen which was twice as big. When it started to move, I retreated but then noticed that it had turned into a spider made of legos.
Dreaming of spiders is supposed to be a good omen.

Dishdog

I had a brief dream that I was back working at the Abbey Hotel as I once had years ago, as a dishwasher. The boss I had while working there, the executive chef, Jeff R., had been demoted to some menial job at the Abbey. I took an overview of dishland and saw it was completely unorganized and having way too many dish racks for the small space it occupied. From then on, I dreamt I was doing all this organizing with the dishes and dishracks at an extremely fast pace. Maybe this dream is a foreshadowing of things to come.

Aqueduct Racing

Before everyone in my dream started to gather around to see the racing that would take place in an aqueduct, I caught up with an old co-worker. She is the only person I still hold a grudge against and she keeps on surfacing in my dreams. We were cordial to each other.

After that, I exited outside and through this winding concrete staircase that looked as though it belonged in a parking garage. It eventually put me outside and into a huge aqueduct. There were signs warning people that they were willing putting themselves at risk for exposure or drowning by being into the aqueduct. There was to be a race (ala Grease), but in boat form. The place wasn't filled with water when we got there but was a short time later when everyone gathered on this crosswalk that hovered above the water.

There was to be a series or races by boat that people would watch from these crosswalk. I remember the guy I was pulling for, someone I knew, won the first race and then everyone promptly jumped in the water and swam to the concrete embankment, got on land, and walked to the next staging area. They did this even though they could have walked there just as easily. I watched another race and decided that it sucked, so I left.