Fort Social Work

The beginning is one of those dreams that starts off with me on the interstate and being propelled at top speeds with no car. I think I was floating this time but with people either sitting or laying next to me, as though in a car. We all commented on the road's snow cover and how we saw others fishtail off the road. Made me go slower and I somehow proceeded with caution. Hilly countryside, like Wyoming and must have referenced a train program I watched the night before.

Wound up at some-sort-of-a small castle made of brick and iron with two sets of gates (one in front and one in back). I got the sense I was avoiding someone. I had an apartment within that castle that resembles my current one. At some point I remember taking a Ocar Meyer lunchable up to a vacant apartment and trying to call my ex-girlfriend- though I never got through. I was called downstairs. Somehow at this point I knew this was a boarding house for social workers. Also noted two women out front looking for me. I tried to avoid being seen. The downstairs had open space and a good many bars in place of solid wall. Walked behind something that appeared to be a frontdesk and back into barred area (all old black iron) when some girl saw me and I knew the gig was up. I told her I'd meet her around front. Though I had no idea who she was or what she wanted.

Underground at the Bar

I was at the Blue Cat Brew Pub in Rock Island. I noticed some people going into this secret entry that led them behind walls. I followed them down a corridor and into what amounted to an old time cellar that was divided down the middle by open, running water in some sort of rudimentary drainage system, made of bricks. Along with unknown people (presumably friends), we drank our beers down there until anxiety reached a point that told us it was not okay to be down there any longer. There were two ways out and one opening was only as big as a breadbox. I somehow fit through it with no problems and made my way back to the main bar only to get reprimanded for going down there by the bartender. He promptly closed the doors and closed the bar. I was then standing on a city street that I didn't recognize and wasn't remotely like the ones in Rock Island, but more New York City.

Bono Visits Sister

I answered the frontdoor to the house I grew up in. There was an old car, a 4-door, looking something like a chevy from the mid-80's out in front of our house and Bono exited this car. I shook his hand and somehow knew that he was here to visit my sister. I guess she had won an evening with Bono. He entered the house and started to dance in my living room. Sister watched intently.

Big Trouble Little Rooftop

I was behaving as a kid. Presumably escaped some gathering and got onto the roof of the house I was in from the attic. Though I didn't see anyone, I felt the presence of my parents there and this came along with the feeling of doing something wrong, like being on a roof. After managing the cliffs, twists and turns of the funny architecture of that house, I came to the edge and tried to hang off the gutter so to drop down without getting hurt. I did so.

Conference for Work

I was traveling to a conference with coworkers and remember being on the interstate in a cargo van. When the van stopped and we got out I asked someone where we were and they said "we're in Texas". I was a little let down because I thought we'd be closer to Denver. The conference was being set up (tables, chairs, poster boards) and it appeared as though authors would be talking about their books to a room full of social workers and those interested in social justice. I started to makeout with a middle aged woman at the conference. No one seemed to notice.
Decided then to go back to Iowa and did this on a wooden log because someone told me it was Sunday and I realized that i'd be late for work on Monday if I didn't leave promptly. At some point, I was on the interstate again and being propelled by a log, as though it were a sled or had some power behind it to send me down the road at disturbing speeds. Again, still, at some point in this dream I was showering and at the same time having a conversation with someone I met last night- all nude. She made flattering comments.

Prospect Park Pond Crisis

I was at Prospect Park and it was dusk. There was an organized effort by a group of people to get a dock/ice skating pavilion keep hold to the shoreline. It was slowly breaking away because of strong winds. I remember trying to pull the pavilion back closer to the dock with a rope and that this was a crisis because there were kids on the structure and it was being blown away by the winds. Eventually, the dock broke apart and drifted away. I swam opposite direction to the otherside of the pond where I notced the kids had landed safely across the pond. Such a clearly analyzed dream given my job and the fact that it's been windy all morning.

Prison Softball and The Great Escape (from a wedding)

In the first of these two dreams I was unknowingly in a prison. Participating in a pick-up game softball tournament, my team was up first and I got the sense from the way the pitcher threw the ball that the opposing team was somehow sinister. Curiosity grew when I heard echoing cheers come from all directions- I realized that where the dugout was supposed to be were prison cells and the prisoners were watching the game- cheering for my team.

Second dream by far more entertaining. I was at a wedding or a wedding reception of some kind. I did not know the bride or groom and didn't like them particularly. They seemed pretentious and one of the two asked me if I could literally give them the shirt off my back as a wedding gift, because they liked it so much. They were nearly insistent on it. I was wearing an OP t-shirt that reminded me of the ones I wore in the 80's as a kid. I decided to simple flee. I ran away and diagonally ran through yards, up and down alleys and then into a giant tree to throw them off. I was in a palmagranet tree- not sure if they exist but it sort of had the look and feel of a weeping willow tree. The branches were soft and I swung from limb to limb, trying to get down to an acceptable range so that I could jump. The whole while, I felt like I was an escaped fugitive. Eventually got down and continued by running.