Bad Dream 221- Where's My Frisbee?

In my dream, I am in a room that might be a hotel room.  I'm here with two of my brothers: Richard (who is deceased) and Warren (who is still with us).

I am an act in a show being presented this evening.  It's a one-time event, and the various parts of the show (performers, music, lighting, etc.) have never had a dress rehearsal.  But nobody I know working on the show is worried about it. It seems that everything is going to be quite simple -- a series of performers doing unrelated stuff: dancing, singing, whatever.  

My act is sort of juggling, but not in the classical sense.  A primary piece of apparatus is a special kind of Frisbee that's battery powered.  As part of my preparation, I have replaced the AA batteries on the Frisbee with fresh ones.  

Things progress a bit (don't recall details, but I do interact a bit briefly with my two brothers), and it's then time to get my props together and head off to the Theatre. It seems my brothers won't be going, and it's not clear to me whether they simply weren't invited or they don't care to go.  

But I can't find my Frisbee!!  I look all around the room, under things, behind things, etc.  And then I re-look in all those places... but no Frisbee do I find.  I ask my brothers if they've seen the Frisbee, but they just kind of shrug.  Why would they know anything about my prop?  And it's painfully clear to me that my act would be really lame if I didn't have my Frisbee tricks.

The dream ends with me getting more and more frantic.

 

Bad Dream 220 -- Playing Pool vs Emilie Barber

In my dream, I am playing pool on the Crosslands table against Emilie.  There are spectators -- none of whom I recognize.

As the dream starts, the balls are scattered at one end of the table and it's my shot.  There are no easy shots available, so I simplly hit the cue ball into the bunch to try to create some opportunities at a later turn.  That sets up a vey easy shot for Emilie.

Her technique is awful and she engages in that blather that drives me nuts.  Despite her lousy form, she manages to pocket a ball, and an onlooker announces that Emilie has taken an early lead.  

When it's my turn, there are no easy shots again and I try a highly unlikely shot simply because there's no alternative.  It fails to sink a ball.  But this sets up another easy shot for Emilie, who pockets another ball.  

After this goes on for a while, I notice that all the balls that had been clustered at one end of the table are now clustered at the other end of the table.  I also realize that the "shelf paper" I had carefully placed in the ball collection area under the playing surface of the table had come loose from the double-sided tape I had used to secure it to the "floor" of the area.  I plan to re-secure the "paper" with pop rivets when I get the chance.  I'm bummered out by the way the game is going (Emilie has taken a 3-ball lead...) and her constant blather, but feel good about having a plan to re-secure the "paper."  

The onlookers are pleased that Emilie is winning, with seemingly no recognition that she's always getting easy shots and I never get one.  

  

Bad Dream 219 -- Two Snippets

 These two snippets happened several days ago, the same night but different dreams.  Each was part of a larger dream, but the only remnants of them are these two snippets.  They have stayed with me ever since, suggesting that they were important.

SNIPPET 1  In my dream, I am driving a car.  The snippet doesn't reveal what make/model of car or where I was coming from or going to. 

As I am cruising along in the car, I look down at the gear shift ane realize that the car has a manual transmission -- with either five or six forward gears.  I am delighted to make this discovery.  I put my hand on the gearshift and mentally prepare my feet for a gear shift.  I plan to shift just because I can and not to accelerate or decelerate.  

SNIPPET 2  In my dream, I am standing up inside a house and looking out the front window.  Looking across the street, I see J. Pat Valentik standing in front of the house that's over there.  He seems to be talking to someone over there.  I get concerned but curious at the same time: if this is the J. Pat from back in those old days, I hope and pray he doesn't know I'm here, so he can continue with his life and I can continue with mine.  But maybe just maybe he's come to realize how manipulative he had been with so many people and that he's become the sensible, mature, and pleasant human being that so many people hoped he would become.    

There's a slight pause in the dream.  When it starts up again, J. Pat is in the house where I am, and his attitude and language show clearly that he hasn't changed.  He looks at me and I can see/hear/feel his mental wheels turning as he begins to talk at me.  I realize that I am vulnerable to his "plans" and that my life has just changed -- not for the better.  I start to consider how I might successfully bail out of anything he plans, asks, or feels entitled to do.

It's an interesting pairing of snippets and just writing this down helps me see how they are related and how they bring wisdom to me:  There's is a future that I can mould to my own health and the support of people aroud me -- me to them and they to me.  But I have to be aware of who I've been and the snares that remain.