Dreams of Field

This was a dream some 5 or 6 years before the tragic death of Michael Jackson.

The scene is my arrival to work. I used to run a shoe shop in one of the local malls. The store front was enclosed by a large rolling gate. On this particular morning, I walked up to the gate and saw that all the lights were already on and there were customers milling around the sales floor. After closer inspection, not just any customers were gracing my shop. It was like that painting “Boulevard of Broken Dreams”, James Dean, Marilyn Monroe, Elvis Presley, Humphry Bogart and new to this mix was Michael Jackson. I opened the front gate and asked what was going on, “You’re all dead” I said. Marilyn Monroe looked at me and said, “So are you.”

- So, needless to say, I pondered that one for awhile. I understood the whole “boulevard of broken dreams” setting, seeing as how I admire that work. Michael Jackson as part of this? All of them at my shoe shop? Marilyn telling me that I was also dead? Maybe I ate some spicy food past midnight or something

I was wondering what I would do when my dreams became a little, well, strange. To keep things honest, here it goes… The dream opens with me sitting in the bleachers at baseball game and I need to use the restroom. I can remeber walking through the concourse and searching for a bathroom but to no avail. I would ask people and keep getting different directions. I could feel the pressure build as I stumbled through a door. To my relief this appeared to be a bathroom, not a stainless steel cement room like those of the sports stadiums but a very sophisticated design. Hardwood floors, fine art on the walls, fancy lighting. Anywho, I enter the stall to do my business and all of a sudden people are walking through the stall as if it were the main doorway. I kept saying “excuse me, excuse me” but nobody would respond. That is what I remember. Very weird. – It may come as no shock but when I woke I had to use bathroom pretty badly. 

The last few days we have been having some stormy weather with a some severe warnings. This may have to lead to last nights dream. 

I am standing with John Salley of NBA and IACGMOOH fame. We are in what appears to be a small downtown area. As we look to the sky, I notice the clouds swirling and the wind howling as we begin to get pelted by hail. I am beginning to realize as I look around, we must be on a movie set. The buildings are nothing but plywood cutouts. Yet everyone continues to run into the front doors of these “buildings” screaming. They act as if they are heading for cover but I see them go through the door and then they are just standing on the other side of this prop of a store front. – That’s the best I can remember. The weather I guess could be related but John Salley being there is strange. Also, everybody was acting as if the prop buildings were real. Funny stuff.

I am walking into a stadium of cheering fans, I can hear and feel the noise. I step up to the edge of a swimming pool and realize that I am about to compete in some sort of swimming competition. Knowing that I am not the strongest swimmer, I step up to the platform and prepare to dive in. A pistol sounds and I am off, not floundering, not barely making my way through the water, but swimming as if I were a gold medal swimmer. I am blowing the competition away! I finish in first place, well ahead of the rest of the field. Back on the deck of the pool I am met with fierce cheers, I pump my fist in approval.

-This was one of those dreams where I wake up and I take a moment, ponder what just happened and realize it was a dream. The day before I had been staining the deck and my arms were a bit sore. My first reaction when I woke was that my arms were sore from all the swimming. It’s funny, I have never aspired to become a swimming champ, in fact, I don’t even care for swimming that much. Anything can happen when your head hits the pillow…

I thought it might be fun to keep a journal and share some of the dreams that I have each night. From the bizar to the mundane. Please feel free to share any thoughts, comments or dreams of your own.