Naked People on the Lawn!
I am in "my" house......but once again it doesn't really look much like my real house . It's night time and I'm ready to go to bed. I sense that my brother is there. For some reason we know that "people" are sneaking up on us thru the vines in the gardens out back [this does look like my real house]. I don't know if they are hostile or just friends playing a game. My brother decides to go out and find them, and starts poking in the vines. It's strange because although I know it's night time, it's rather light outside. I decide to go out and help him, and to do this I get my Enfield .303 British Army rifle with bayonet and go out and start poking with it.
We go around to the East side of the house which is much larger than my real yard and open to the street. Imagine my surprise when I come across a group of people in lawn chairs having a party, some of them older guys, completely naked. It's late at night, I see a clock somewhere saying 11:20, but again still light out. There are some younger girls there, with clothes on. I tell them to "get the hell out of here", at which point they slowly get up and start walking towards the street where they have parked their older yellow commercial flat bed truck. I talk to one of the naked guys, telling him that I've done some wilder things in the past and I'm still debating whether or not to call the police.
They amble out to the truck but are all not really leaving and I still have the rifle with me, so I get menacing with it. Until I see one of the men unloading an M-1 rifle from the truck, at which point I decide to go inside as I have no ammo in my weapon. I go into what I know is the bedroom, where there is a rather large girl in lavender colored night clothes. I want to go to sleep, but there is no bed and the girl is talking about someone and his candles. I turn away, and when I turn around again there is a dark brown wooden bed, which I'm truly amazed to see as it wasn't there just a second ago. As I am standing there, I look at the front windows of the house and see the group of people and the truck still there, making no attempt to leave. I also think about Tres [big gold dog] and go look for him. I see the back door is open and I know he has gone out. Also some of the men from the truck are walking thru the back yard, which is now huge......maybe 2 acres or more. Tres is very far away and I call for him to come back. He looks but doesn't come right away. At this point one of the men is carrying a wounded duck thru the yard, headed for the alley. I realize that I now have my 9 mm. pistol with me. Two dogs apparently owned by the men head for me and I fire the pistol right next to the dogs..............
posted by Pedro Craig at 8:37 PM

The dream starts off very hazy, but I'm in some nebulous place with Julie. She tells me that she might go to Las Vegas and have a good time. I feel rather hurt that's she's going without me......and I wonder what she means, "have a good time". I then set out walking carrying a plastic grocery sack with some, apparently, groceries in it. At this point it's not clear where I am, but I come to a stream which I somehow know is more full than usual. It's then that it hits me this is San Antonio where there has been flooding lately.
I then am at a building and to get where I'm going [where indeed?] I have to climb thru a very difficult window high on the wall. I finally get thru and when I do it looks like a very seedy dormitory. It then occurs to me that this is the athletic dorm at Trinity Univ. [my alma mater] and that actually it's the dorm for black athletes. It somewhat concerns me, but I pass several people without incident, and make my way out to the street. I'm then on what would be the regular campus, although it doesn't look like the real campus. I walk among some new landscaping and then enter a building where I see 3 or 4 people in suits, one of whom is my old friend Jay Dee. I try to catch him to say hell-o, but they are all walking with a purpose to a door, obviously going somewhere. As I try to catch up, more and more people are in the group including my old college roommate and best friend Robert Sachse. I'm in my Ranger black T shirt and shorts, and I feel much out of place. Robert [who is now bald] has short black hair, and I think, "well this must be a toupee, but it looks very natural". It's then that I realize that they are all going to a Trinity Alumni Board meeting......I feel very left out because I'm not on the board.
posted by Pedro Craig at 1:38 PM

[Note:I am not dead, or even brain dead. I have just been remiss in posting my psychotic experiences.]

I am giving a barbeque on the patio of my parents house. There are 4-5 barbeque grills with several people attending them. I'm walking around supervising the set-up of the party and walk out into the yard, where there is now about a foot of snow. I'm in shorts and it's warm out, so I comment on how unusual it is to be walking in the snow. I go into my old bedroom off of the patio. Inside there are several people including my ex wife and a friend of hers. They have spilled a large gallon jug of red wine all over the carpet, and are fairly unconcerned about the mess [typical!]. I get them to clean it up with towels.
Going outside again, I suddenly find myself at a convenience store right next to the house where I have gone to get something. I see a gang of tough looking people surrounding a van. I approach and they tell me to step away from the area, which I do. I start to notice that I know some the "gang" looking people who are actually people from the Felony Unit I used to do drug counseling in. Some of them have recent scars and stitches, like they've been in a fight. They tell me that they are body guards for the person in the van.....a Christian Singer and that they are all still clean and sober.
I go back to the barbeque and the food is almost all gone.......I think, "thanks alot". The guy at one of the grills scrapes some meat together for me.
posted by Pedro Craig at 11:43 PM

A triplet of dreams last night and very late in slumber this morning.....

Dream 1: I am with Ray Tolson, several other guys and one girl. We are towing a fairly large boat on the highway to go out to sea looking for another boat that is missing. It is somewhere in the South Atlantic, but I occasionally stand up in the towed boat to see if I can see it. I know it is very far away but somehow I discern that I can see it anyway. We have flat tire on the boat trailer, stop to fix it and Ray and I talk about our mutual friend, Sam Hocker. The scene shifts and we are on a canal-like waterway going towards the ocean........[note: Ray Tolson was a casual friend who I saw infequently, and haven't thought of in years.]

Dream 2: I am in Virginia and drive up to Joe Galloway's house. Having never been there I am surprised that it looks rather small, old and only one story. [I have in fact never been to Joe's house, but know it is fairly large and two story].

Dream 3: I call Pat's house and her mother, Hazel, answers. I ask if Pat is there and Hazel, sounding strange says, "no she's out of town". I ask "Where?". Hazel is silent and I ask if she is still on the line, and then again ask where Pat is. Hazel says, "She's gone off to get married." I ask "to whom"? Hazel tells me, "They don't know yet, but it's a foreign sounding name." I somehow surmise that's it's an African or Arab.........[Note: I had just awakened in the morning and gone back to sleep for no more than 5 minutes when this dream occured, and then woke right back up.]
posted by Pedro Craig at 10:42 PM

Dream 1: I am in St. Louis at my Grandparents old house. There is some sort of gathering going on in the backyard and my ex-wife Anne is there. I think that she looks pretty good and she apparently wants to be "romantic". I decide to go into the "rathskeller", the basement of my grandparents house. I go down the stairs as they really were, but towards the bottom the last landing is now boxes with a bar stool on top, for a person to step on to get down. It looks somewhat different than when my folks and I cleaned it out after they had all died, back in 1995. There is art on the walls, but different from anything they owned. I look over and see Mike Seitzinger [an old frat brother] reclining on a couch, and then see almost all the other frat brothers I go fishing with every year, laying around the room.
When I leave the room by the basement door, somehow I end up near the side of the roof. There is dirt piled up almost to the eaves, I climb up it thinking I'll get to the kitchen on the first floor, but instead end up on the roof. It is massive and steep. I climb up and see all manner of other angles to the roof and as I get to the top there is snow and it is very difficult footing. When I get to the peak, I then see no way to get down, and notice people sliding down a ramp off the roof on some sort of sleds. I get very worried about getting down, and then slip and start off to the side, but catch on to some polyvinyl construction material hanging over the side of the house......I am let down gently.

Dream 2: I am outdoors on some sort of bus tour with my old college flame Cathy. We are in a small town, and a man approaches us saying he is casting for a movie and asks if we want to try out. I ask where the movie is being filmed and he mentions several towns that I have never heard although I somehow know they are in Texas and far away. I think that I don't want to go to these places for some bit part in a small movie. Cathy recognizes when of the other tourists as someone she knows from the movies. We then are back on the bus or tour vehicle, and we come to a small creek where when crossing the front of the bus rams into the opposite bank of the creek and gets wedged in the water............
posted by Pedro Craig at 4:40 PM

I am at a strange house, rather out in the country apparently south of Midland. It is dawn, cloudy and we see a tornado to the south. At first I am out front, and Tres is in a car. I want to get some pictures and I go inside. In a hazy sequence I am apparently in bed and know I need to get up. I try to, and to make the bed, but I just can't get it straight and really just want to go back to bed.
[Dreamers note: the bed sequence, I believe, generated from this being a morning dream and there was some reality in me being tired and not wanting to get up.]
posted by Pedro Craig at 9:07 PM

To tell you the truth, this was a dream I hated to wake up from: I found myself with Alice xxxxxx [Alice is an old college friend, and shall remain nameless as she is quite well known now and quite, quite wealthy]. We are at some little house, and after we talk awhile, Alice and I become quite romantic. We are lying on a couch, we are just talking and she is quite close, and we discover after all these years that we really like each other. The romantic state merely involves holding each other and "whispering sweet nothings". Quite romantic, and I can tell that we now have much in common.
The scene shifts and another old friend, Dick Cody, who is now the commanding general of the 101st Airborne has gathered all his troops to give them a "pep talk". It's strange though as the troops, I can tell, are all of the 1st Cav. Division. And there are only 100's there not the 1000's there should be....
Scenes shift again, and I can sense that I'm in Arizona and am going to ride a bicycle back to Texas, thru the Grand Canyon area. I know that it's going to be a long trip, but keep thinking that I can make it in a day........
posted by Pedro Craig at 12:22 AM