Cinnamon

Dream 3/11/2018

A top executive at World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) has created an NFL football team in the state of Nebraska.

I watch in the stadium as the team plays or has a practice. I cannot remember the team mascot, although I believe it is a bird. The jerseys portray designs of feathers on them. Their colors are light blue and white.

I walk to the concessions area, which isn't as open as the stadiums I've visited. Nobody is here. I walk around the entire stadium through fifty different rooms. Each room has a massive amount of recently baked cinnamon rolls. I've been told that the stadium is trying to make a name for itself by selling its own cinnamon rolls. Apparently, the baked goods are not selling. So here I am, walking through the edges of the stadium, through rooms filled with thousands and thousands of cinnamon rolls.

The owner has hired a clean-up company to come in and fix our mistake. One of our janitorial workers argues with the lady from the cleaning company, who only wants to clean part of the stadium. Our janitor talks her into cleaning the whole place. Dream ends.

I wake up

Leather

Dream 1.8.2017

I've bought a tiny, black hamster and brought it home to meet the family. I forgot to purchase a cage at the pet store, so I just let the little fur ball run around my room. I soon find this to be a mistake because it's hard to keep track of him. Also my cats seem a bit too interested. I decide to make a trip to the pet store to buy a cage.

Driving down a country road in Middletown, Indiana, I look out my car window and see a pick up football game taking place. I pull over and walk over to watch. It's my dad's company, but just the upper management. The ball flies over my direction. I pick it up and throw it back to one of the players. One of the team members throws a fit that I touched the ball and I am a nobody. Only upper management can touch the ball. I later hear through the grapevine that my dad, who is very high in the company, far higher than the weasel who threw a tantrum on the field, went off on the weasel for his fit and treating me with such disrespect.

Not far from the pickup football game is a house. In this house resides Leatherface, the chainsaw wielding mad man from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Several times I walk into his yard and every time he runs out of his house to chase me. One time, I notice him through an upstairs window. I try to climb the side of the house to spy but he catches me. Eventually, I recognize this as a bad situation and scram, but he notices my scramming and chases me anyway. Dream ends.

I wake up

Miscellaneous #2

Dream 8/9/2017

I'm on a football team. The team sits in a classroom. The TV is on. The coach asks me to push play on the remote control. I do. The projector starts a movie on the opposite side of the room. The coach asks, "what are you doing?" I am now confused.

My sister and a friend named Matt are trying to decide between two water slides. My sister is afraid of the big water slide but I convince her to try it. Matt goes before me. As soon as I see him at the end of the slide, I move into position. There is a stoplight to let riders know when it is safe to slide. The green light is lit. I slide. At the middle of the slide, I run into about fifty people who are sitting in place. I ask what they are doing. They are protesting something. Geez, everyone is protesting something today. I tell them that they are nuts and that the slide is going to collapse. I force my way through causes many riders to lose traction and slide the rest of the way. The staff forces the rest of them to come down. At one point, I shout, "you guys owe me three bucks for wasting my ride."

My friend, Kirk, is apart of a Jeopardy tournament being held at my school. He wins. Everyone is leaving the school. Kirk gets angry with my sister. He tells her, "I don't like how you tell people that you've won the tournament before, it was really hard for me." My sister needs a ride home. Something is wrong with her car. Kirk says it is alright, he can give her a lift. My friends Kirk, Tim and my sister and I ride with Kirk through downtown Anderson, Indiana.

At one point, we are out of the car standing on a street corner. On the other side of the street is a large, abandoned building. Kirk mentions how the main door has fallen off. Some of the building as crumbled but much of it is still standing. Many of the windows are broken. All of us try throwing a small basketball into the broken windows from this side of the street. When it comes to be my turn, I look both ways to make sure no cops are coming. When it is clear, I hurl the ball as hard as I can. It doesn't even reach the other side of the road. I feel like "Smalls" from The Sandlot. I say that there is no way to get the ball into the window.

We walk to the other side and check out the building. Kirk gets inside. I look inside the window and see that the lights are on. Then they turn off. I wonder is Kirk is turning the lights on and off. He walks out. While walking down some stairs, I notice an opening at the bottom of the building. I move around the opening to see. One could definitely get into the building through here.

All of us walk down the sidewalk. I see three kids that look like they attend Hogwarts. They all wear black robes. Suddenly, Kirk, Tim and my sister start running. They are racing each other. My sister falls down. I run and stand next to her as we are not in a good part of the town. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Vavarthy

A Dream From The Past

My brother-in-law notices that a famous football player looks suspiciously like my father. The football player's name is "Michael Vavarthy" and my father's name is "Michael Laverty." We skim through photos and videos of him and are convinced that the football player is my dad. We show the rest of our family but they do not think it is him. Dream ends.

I wake up

Dress Up

A Dream From The Past

At a party, my friends and me are reenacting scenes from James Bond movies. The boys gather around me and start to comb my hair. They are trying to make me look like Matthew Mcconaughey. We reenact a scene from "Angels in the Outfield." I play an outfielder. For some reason it is vital to the scene that my hair be parted straight down the middle.

Another guy in the room will play a famous football player. They have a jersey for him to wear. The name on the back reads "Force." The guy isn't happy for some reason. The others try hard to talk him into doing the scene. Dream ends.

I wake up.

The Games

Dream 2/27/2015

Down a secret path, in a secret patch of woods, is a secret soccer field.

The barbecue is going. Friends and family from all over have come to have a fun-filled day of soccer and food. We play for hours. My team is called the 'ghosts.' We rub white powder onto our skin to make us look pale.

My mom wants to leave. Since she drove me, she wants to take me home to get my Jeep so that I can drive back or else someone will have to give me a ride home. I go with her.

I jump into my Jeep and head back toward the games. However, I forget how to get there. I start driving down secret paths in random woods. I get lost.

I take a path through a patch of woods and when I get into the open, I see people playing football. But it's not my family. There are sports fields everywhere, on my right and my left. I keep driving. I see tall fences with barbed wire on either side of me. I've somehow found my way into prison. I get out of my Jeep and start walking toward the front of the jail.

Today, in the prison, they are having sports day. All of the detainees are playing various sports and their families are sitting in the stands watching. I walk by a big, black guy and a small white, guy play a form of racket ball without the rackets. I listen in on their conversation.

The black guy says to the white guy, "you're the gay guy, right?"
The white guy responds, "yea."
"When do you get out?"
"Monday."
"Good," the black guy responds.
They continue playing their game.

I keep walking. Looking around me, I find that I am surrounded by criminals. Some of them are getting into fights. I get scared. I start running. A guard sees me running and thinks I am a criminal trying to escape. He chases me and tackles me to the ground. He sees that I am wearing regular clothes and jumps off of me. He picks me up and takes me to the warden.

The warden, a girl,  looks an awful lot like a nurse at my Dialysis clinic. She asks how I got into the prison. I tell her my story. It's all just a misunderstanding. My mom shows up to pick me up. The warden must have called her. Dream ends.

I wake up.