A sign in the sky

I dreamed that I was standing in the driveway of my parent's home. My dad was there. They were grilling something on the porch, which is not a great idea from a fire safety point of view. I looked up into the sky and saw a red circle, red as blood, with some kind of insignia in it. It sped from my right to my left, where there was some other similar circle that emerged from behind swirling, black clouds. I called out and my father and wife came running and also looked up, amazed.

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I dreamed I was operating on two small animals that were somehow ailing. I used a scalpel and some pincers to remove several large, discolored growths from the guts of one of them (it had been knocked out prior, of course). But as I was dumping these growths into a patch of weeds, my father told me that the issue was in their brains, and that I would have to perform the surgery again.

My understanding of the surgical procedures vanished, and I knew I would be unable to do it, and that these beings would eventually die. I sewed the one back up again.

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I dreamed I was entered in a grappling tournament. Some of the other competitors were a world-class jiu jitsu and an aging actor, the latter of which had outsized sideburns, like Elvis. I remember the first match, and not trying very hard, thinking that I didn't want to get injured. Time ran out and I lost the match on points, but I didn't care so long as I had all my limbs intact. I remember my opponent, the grappler, looking up at the scoreboard and remarking how the purse for winning it all was $1.3M.

I had to admit it was a lot of money. But in the end, I preferred being able to walk.


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I dreamed I was operating out of a long, low-shack with wood-panel walls and various compartments with computers in them. The floor was an uneasy green, like a tennis court. I was talking to a lady agent, who worked with some arcane federal agency you had never heard of. She had long, straight, black hair, an oblong face, a saturnine countenance with an and olive complexion, and wore a smart navy blue suit. She was watching a blip on the computer screen like it was Pong.

This dream contained a whole convoluted plot, in which I had to psych out my employers to think there was an imminent attack so that they would reveal some kinda info I would then turn over to the agent. But the intricacies of the plot were lost on me, as sometimes happens in dreams.

The labyrinth

I dreamed back around Christmastime that my son and I were wandering in a winding labyrinth of bookshelves, reminiscent of a certain used bookstore in our neighborhood. You could almost smell those wooden shelves, all creaking and piled high with books. We were looking for my wife and daughter, and I would climb up the shelves and peer out across the labyrinth into the gloom, searching for any sign of them. I dreamed we finally came across a fellow I used to work with some ten years ago. He was sitting with his back slumped against the wall, wore a rumpled, gray business suit that was a size too large for him, and he had a dazed look on his face. He barely gave a sign of recognition when I said hello to him, and was clearly lost. My son and I stood him up and steered him through the aisles, searching for the exit.

Per the "rules" of folks from my part of the world, I looked the guy up and sent him a message inquiring as to how he was doing. After all, you never know when someone goes to join the Great Host in his shady halls, and, after all, it was the holidays. I never heard back from him.

I ended up hearing from the gentleman a few months later out of the blue, and he was going through rough times.

I guess ya never know.