Toylet

I dreamed that I went to the mall with T__… I had to go to the bathroom, we went to the toy section where there was a little “real toilet” aprox 12 inches from the floor to the seat. I sat down on it because I had to pee so badly.(no one was around yet) anyway while I am sitting on the floor potty T__ starts talking to the toy lady, she helps him pick out a fireman hat and goggles, which he proudly wears over to show me…He is smiling sooo big, he obviously loves this stuff. I am too embarassed ( no pun intended ) to get off the potty. The toy lady keeps showing him toys to try on and he is so stinking happy about it that it is making me crazy… I cannot get off the potty, nor can I find the button to flush it… Yikes, anyway the toy dept is now packed with grownups and I finally find the flush button and thank goodness I woke up!

Dream of Leigh Ann, 10 July 2007

Smuggling Margaret into the USA

For some reason I was smuggling a Kenyan woman into the US to reunite her with her husband. I think her name was Margaret. We made it into the country and sneaked into the high school where he taught choir. He did not know that we were coming.

He wore a tam o’shanter, push broom moustache, and a Mr. Rogers sweater vest. All unusual for a Kenyan expatriate. The choir was composed entirely of white high school kids, but they were singing a traditional Kenyan song.

Upon entering the room, Margaret and her husband rushed to each other in bliss. The choir spontaneously encircled us singing loudly. I was overcome with emotion and collapsed on the floor in laughter and tears. I awoke from this dream with a profound happiness.

Dream of Toby Lunn, 5 July 2007

Supreme Court Justice Jet Ride

Sandra Day O’Connor, another Supreme Court Justice (I think it was Breyer), and myself were to each receive a ride in a fighter jet.  The justices’ jets were to be piloted by non-descript pilots; mine was to be piloted by George W. Bush.  The six of us were standing in a loose group on a tarmac.  The three gray fighter jets were arranged in a semi-circle.  The nose of each jet pointed toward our group, the cockpit glass raised.  The pilots were wearing olive drab g-suits and holding their helmets under their arms.  The justices were wearing judicial robes.  I was wearing civilian clothing.  The president was gregarious, larger than life.  After much laughter, we boarded the planes.  We then drove (not flew) to a restaurant.  At the restaurant, I awkwardly attempted to tell Justice O’Connor how much I admired her.  I overzealously explained to her that I was in law school and that I thought her opinions were always the best.  She was very gracious.  I awoke before we ever took off.

 

Dream of Michael T. Crabb, 14 June 2007

Killing White Wolves

I was riding across the land on a white steed and noticed that there were white wolves everywhere.  They were big and scary and I knew I had to kill them all.  So I found a sharp post-like thing, and went about killing wolves. This went on all night.  I got up to do the bladder relief thing and thought, “This dream will now stop.”  Not so, I came back to bed and dreamed I killed the last wolf.

Dream of Alan Lunn, 29 May 2007.

Golf Ball-Sized Basketball

I’m playing basketball with the guys at Kansas City Christian Church.  I’m having fun and doing very well.  I’m thinking, “Wow!  My ankle feels so strong.  I’m so glad that it bounced back so fast.”  We play for a while.  Then I realize that all along, we’ve been playing with a golf ball.  Suddenly all of my shots are way too hard, and we’re all just scrambling around the gym trying to snag the golf ball.  Finally I grab it, and have another revelation: it’s not in fact a golf ball but a golf ball-sized basketball.  This makes me extraordinarily giddy.  I start laughing.  I drive that tiny basketball down the lane, leap into the air, and dunk it over Brett W____.

Here’s where everything slows down immensly, if not stops entirely.  As I dunk the tiny basketball, I peer down through the net and see that W____ has fallen to the floor beneath me.  He’s laying on his side directly under the basket.  I let go of the tiny ball.  It slowly floats downward, toward Brett.  Then, to everyone’s surprise, it falls into his ear and makes the rattling sound of a real golf ball dropping into a cup.  Everyone, including Brett, just starts laughing like crazy.  It’s the funniest thing we’ve ever seen and heard.  No one seems concerned that Brett now has a golf ball-sized basketball somewhere in his ear or head.

I actually woke myself up laughing.  I was sitting up straight. This never happens to me.

Dream of David Huffman, April 2007