Long post: dreams, fantasy sports and lay-off's

Blog 091507

I had two weird dreams the past couple of days.

One started off with me working in a pizzeria. I was like a table boy or something low on the ladder. I knew the place was mob owned but I still worked like hell to be noticed. I believe I was noticed for my hard work and then got weak in the knees and opted out when there was a chance to join the mob. The boss was James Cann (I think that’ him), the actor that played Sonny in the Godfather.

I then sort of became the director. Al Pacino came in as a new guy everybody liked. He was good at being a businessman too. James Cann apologized to his buddies at his booth because of the violent future he was going to involve Pacino in. Cann was going to get Pacino to join the mob because he saw him as a successor to himself.

I ended u leaving or something because the dream changed.

The grounds were now The Wilbraham-Monson Academy from my home town. The landscape was slightly altered mainly being all flat. Fields had low stonewalls around them maybe a foot high. Trees surrounded these fields carefully constructed to make a thick green wall around the fields which were about the size of football fields. It reminded me a lot of an upper crust English mansion or something.

There was a wedding going on. Who was in it kept changing. At one point it was my oldest brother getting married and my mom was in the wedding. Then my brother was just an usher. Then it got a little weird. It was a really rich wedding where everyone in the bridal party was riding around in horse drawn carriages/stagecoaches. My brother was in a fairly regal tux of black with gray vest. He was also wearing a Cat in the Hat hat. The kind of hat that is really tall and red and white striped. All the other ushers had on some sort of head gear that was Disney or Dr. Suess related.

I was walking around the gothic church and passed the open front door seeing the bride. She was a pretty cute blond of average build. But she was ultra-rich. She ran across the street behind me as I passed with some maidens and her wedding organizer. The organizer, maybe her mother, was a tall, slender old woman.

I circled around the church walking through the fields I mentioned earlier. Strangely, snakes were all over. There were about 4 or 5 varieties starting with the common garter snake. They were everywhere. And they were eating each other up in a second. One would slither at my feet, run into another, swallow, move on and get swallowed itself by another snake. All in about the time it takes to read that sentence. Along the grass was flat stones making a somewhat smooth walkway but a lot of twigs had fallen on the stones making them something of a fall strewn walkway.

I walked into the church because before the wedding all the guests had to pay homage to the bride’s dead father. He was entombed there. I can’t recall if his casket was on display. I think it was just a sort of gravemarker inscription on the floor and he was buried underneath the very stone floor we were walking on inside the church. Her father was a rich television tycoon with a lot of kids. I cannot recall if I knew the following from the dream or expanded upon it upon awaking but he had a number of grown children with the bride being the youngest and sort of an ‘oops’ from an affair with a younger woman. The wife of the dead father hated the bride because the girl wasn’t blood although the bride was a half-sister to the three or four original kids. The bride, in her early twenties, was ten to fifteen years younger than all the other kids of her father.

I don’t recall how that dream ended, I probably woke up.

The other dream I had this morning after 5 or fewer hours of sleep.

I was living at my parents’ house and it was early in the morning like around 5 am. It was still pretty darn dark out and my brother M spotted a light on our property. He could see it from the alcove window. It was American army troops doing some sort of maneuver where the car wide trail that leads up to the backfield starts. There were two jeeps and maybe 5 people per jeep or so. They were handling something that looked like a stretcher and there was a body strapped in. It seemed like a block of ice was around the body and it was covered by a standard looking army blanket. The blanket had slipped off around the head and shoulder region and we could see the ice and blurred body inside. There was also a name in Army lettering on the ice or something.

I eventually walked around the house seeing the soldiers and then other soldiers doing maneuvers around our house in the dark and in the woods. I eventually went outside to try and get a better look. For whatever reason it was suppose to be top secret that these bodies were being moved around. It was training for the soldiers. In the dream it made sense as if they needed such training but now as I write this it doesn’t. I walked along the road and found a co-worker Kim helping the soldiers by clearing away shrubbery near the road. The soldiers were still several ten of yards off and hard to see in the dark since they only had bright headlights or a single portable light like a handheld spotlight.

Kim is Vietnamese and her Enlgish is poor and she has a strange sounding voice so I couldn’t really understand her. Some guy, maybe an Army official came up the road and sort of waved me off with some warnings about being in the area. I walked home still checking out the soldiers.

It was daylight that quick as I reached the front of the house which is like a 30 second walk up the road from where I was. As I was just inside my parents’ house I had to go back outside because three people were there to see me. It was two women, somewhat homely and mannish despite long hair and a guy. They were there to intimidate me into remaining quiet. The only thing intimidating about these three ya-hoo’s was that they were the first line of what was to become more serious visits from way more serious people. I got into an argument with these jokers and waved them off. It was later that I somehow learned that there were more dead soldiers being transported around the country. And the more they were transported the more the dead soldiers were promoted! Yes, dead soldiers were promoted for being moved from place to place. I think and old high school person, Pat Greany, dressed in an Army uniform showed up after the three ya-hoo’s left. He told me about the soldiers and the other coming intimidators. I was very defiant and readied to tell the general populous. The rest is sort of a blur and I can’t recall what happened.

Additional stuff added 091907

Had some other weird dreams during the week. Most I can’t recall now which sucks. Parts of another had me owning a house in a wooded area. My house was probably several hundred yards off the road and there was only say a bike trail from the road to my house.

The house was kind of cool. It was all one floor but it was really long and somewhat wide. It had a lot of extra rooms and some where really cool like a sun room in the middle of everything and also a courtyard. The courtyard was full of large flower bushes as tall as me. There was a game room that had Playstation and also a pool table. There were a number of virtually empty rooms and apparently I had recently moved in. The house was large enough to have a number of rooms dedicated to one thing such as train set room or game room. My brother and his young son where living with me. The layout of the house was nothing like my real one. I prefer the house in the dream.

At one point one of my other brothers and I and some guy where in my front yard. My yard was essentially woods. The trees were tall enough and leafy enough to cover most of the sky so only patches of sky could be seen. It was a bright, sunny day. Out of no where comes this bulldozer plowing a bunch of areas. This thing was like a four wheeling truck and was plowing large areas as fast as I can write the sentence. We all had to leap and run out of the way because the guy was a very reckless driver. He plowed the bike path area into a dirt road and then did sort of a horseshoe type path that ended at a facility/garage that held the town’s school buses and trucks.

The guy told us that he did that path so that my nephew could just come to the facility to get a ride to school by being the first kid on the bus. It was a much shorter walk than going all the way to the road. The trees were thick enough and leafy enough that I never knew there was a large, one story garage maybe a football field’s length away from my house.

Of course, with most of my dreams, I’ve forgotten a ton of detail which really sucks.

More lay-off’s at work. Last night we were asked if we wanted voluntary lay-off’s. The same night pretty much 3rd shift was eliminated from Plant B. Plant B makes all the cores of the golf used by every other department. Tonight we learned almost all of third shift which is anywhere from 13 to 20 people from another department were notified tonight about being laid off. If not enough people volunteer for my room’s lay off it’ll be mandatory. We just had lay-off’s in my room two weeks ago. Add to the equation that seniors laid off can bump into my room and my job is certainly not safe.

Another crazy bit of this is that 15 new jobs were posted for bidding just last week. I bid on all three shifts. I have no idea how those jobs will affect the lay-off’s or what’ll happen. So by next week, I may be unemployed. Joy (sarcasm).

One cool bit on news is that my display case arrived last Monday. I love it. It has 4 shelves and a mirrored inside and the mahogany wood looks terrific. My three and a half inch Marvel figurines look great in the case. Now I just need a few more because it’s a little sparse at the moment.

On the figurine front, it’s been a slow two weeks of getting the figures in. Out of the 8 I’ve ordered, all of which I can get at the original store that I first bought them at, 2 have come in. I’m getting ancy and may end up buying a few more from the original store instead of my buddy’s place. I will buy what he ordered for me though.

The only problem with the display case is that its finish is very unforgiving. I made the mistake of cutting the tape holding the door closed and other packing materials with a pair of scissors. I put an over inch long gash twice on the same side. Ouch. I also scraped the top and bottom of the case merely by sliding the case around in a clockwork motion on my parents’ wooden dining room table. The only good thing is that all the gouges and scratches are hard to see and not very easily noticeable. Still, it really sucked.

I made a minor profit at Foxwoods Casino the other night. It was a bus trip. I brought about $115 or maybe $120 and came home with $135. I won zero on Keno which sucked. I usually make a small profit on Keno. I won my first three hands of Carribean Stud poker which was a nice start. I put all my winnings into my pocket and only played with the original $90 I brought to gamble with. Ante was $10 and $20 to bet against the dealer. So each full hand cost $30 to play. I think I only played maybe 20 minutes before all my money was gone. I didn’t spend my winnings.

In fantasy baseball I won the wild card week and advanced to the second round of play-off’s. The winners play in the World Series. The regular season first and second place winners won and are facing off in the series. I lost so I’m playing in the round to see who finishes third and fourth. Third gets a small bronze trophy in their Yahoo profile but 4th gets nothing. Either is a good placing for me since my team finished in sixth with a losing record during the regular season.

In fantasy football I’m 1-1 in each league. In one league I won by 2 points and in another I lost by .32. Ugh!