another dream

A female figure appeared directly in front of me. Very brightly colored almost a white light type figure. She said, “Your dad use to call me Sally the sandwich maker”…





dream meetings

This happens a lot. Not a lot but more than I can remember. I’ll think of someone out of nowhere and we cross paths soon after. Last night in my dream I saw Daisy. She was a Healthcare Aide where I work when I was first hired. The lady she cared for passed away and that was the last time we ever talked. It’s been several years, at least three, I think. We had a strange friendship and we both enjoyed it. At our first meeting we both thought we had met before. We would laugh at the same things, we liked to be smart asses in a joking kind of way toward others and each other. One morning she was walking towards the front doors. I walked ahead of her and said, “let me get the door for you so you don’t break a nail”. She replied, “thank you white bread”. Without missing a beat I responded with, “you’re welcome Ms. Red Bone who’s skin I’d like to lick to see what flavor you are”. She turned around laughing and stuck her arm out, and I licked it. I never heard her laugh so loud. She didn’t expect me to do it and normally I wouldn’t have but it was Daisy. After that we were White Bread and Red Bone to each other. I missed her after she left and always wondered how she was. In my dream last night, it wasn’t about her. It was just something random I probably would have forgotten except I saw her face in the crowd.

My alarm goes off this morning and I remembered the dream until I got buzzed on coffee and had to get ready for work. The morning was uneventful, no one was up and I was bored by 9:00 am. Having nothing to do I put my coat on and started walking around outside. When I came around the front of the building I saw two ladies walking out and start across the parking lot. I didn’t pay any attention until I heard “Hey White Bread!” It really was Daisy and my heart started pounding. The lady with her got into the car but Daisy came walking to me. I couldn’t get the smile off my face and as we got closer I said “The Beautiful Ms. Red Bone”. Jokingly she stuck her arm out again but this time I held her hand and kissed the back of it. She hugged me and said I got her all “mooshy” inside. As we talked for a few moments all I can remember is holding each others hand and staring in her eyes. Then she said, “I miss us”. Daisy turned towards the car where her friend was waiting. I said “Goodbye Beautiful Ms Daisy”, she turned and raised her arm. I asked, “I’ll see you again?”  Her green eyes looking back over at me, “you will”…




talking in my sleep

Just woke up from my Saturday afternoon nap and it’s like I just left another reality. Denise, my first real girlfriend when I was growing up, had contacted me. She was one of the last people I had ever spoken to from my youth. We said hi to each other for the brief time I was on Facebook. Then, like everything else, I ended it. But this dream was sad. We weren’t speaking but were communicating. We even did this when we dated way back in high school. The dream colors were white lights and blue contrasts. Everything around us was box shaped and organized and the higher it went the more shades of pink came out. But like I said, this was a sad occasion for her, to me. When she stood up she turned and walked away. I noticed a large lump on her back just under her neck with a smaller one to the right. They were a greenish color and didn’t look good. I don’t know if that’s what the dream was about. I hope she’s doing O.K. She lost her daughter in a house fire and I always wondered how her life had been after that. But, like everything else, I ended it.





I had a very vivid dream of a plane crash in a neighborhood. There were sounds, colors and smells. The small passenger aircraft appeared to try and land in a field then pulled up and crash landed in a neighborhood. Two people got out, two males. We ran towards them to help and they seemed fine. One thing that made it stick out was the the conversation, the way we spoke. Like it really happened.



never met

A vivid dream last night woke me up. I was talking to a female, there were a lot of animals running in the back ground. The conversation was incoherent except she did say, “We’ve never met”. What woke me up was the feeling of her hand on my arm as she got up from the side of my bed. No one was there, the TV was going with the sound off. Thinking I heard the TV, I turned it off. A few hours later I finally get up for the day. Making coffee I noticed a small piece of paper on the drawing table.

(Just now while I’m writing this my alarm clock went off. It’s 8:39 am and not set to go off on Friday. The clock only sets to 15 minute increments, too)

The paper is a piece I use to put my hand on so I don’t smudge drawings with the side of my hand. It’s filled with mostly pink scribbles. The only thing I do know is this isn’t something I’ve done. At least consciously. It is unique, it kind of looks like a child’s scribbling.



I took a nap this afternoon. One of those real life vivid dreams happened.  The airplane went dark inside. There wasn’t any oxygen. I could see everyone asleep in their seats. I couldn’t stay awake, I couldn’t breath. My eyes closed twice while I gasped for air. Everything went dark and silent until I was able to wake up and get my breath. It felt like I was asleep for hours. Looking at the clock, it said 4:00 pm. At the most I was out for 45 minutes.