DREAMS ARCHIVE: JUNE 1999

"YESTERYEAR RACING"

I found myself at a race track, except I had somehow travelled into the past. I watched race cars race around the track from the concrete infield. I did not recognize the cars and drivers since it was in the past. I looked up into the stands and noticed an overhang or roof that looked like the undersides of plastic seats -- those rounded, molded plastic seats. I saw colors of orange, blue, yellow, etc. They appeared to face away from the race track. I guessed that another stadium was buttressed against the race track, and that these seats were for the other stadium.

"ACCOMMODATION"

Two friends and I were in an office room. They were spending the night in the office because they had traveled some distance and would be ready to work in this office early the next day. One of them put a home video in a VCR and we watched it. Family members of one of the friends showed up and I was introduced to them. I showed one of my friends my mother's office, which was down the hall from this office room -- this office room seemed to run the length of the building. I hoped he would not tease my mother the way he teased me in real life. I asked the other friend if she needed some bedding or blankets for her accommodations as I showed her a small room with a bed. She smiled and told me she would be fine.

"DECLARATION"

I walked by a laundromat and peered into a large picture window. I recognized a young woman inside the laundromat. She had short, dark hair and wore a floral print summer dress. She turned and saw me standing outside. The look on her face seemed to indicate that she wanted to talk to me.

There seemed to be some emnity between she and I. She asked me about something and I clarified the matter. She was relieved and stated that she loved me. I did not know what to think about her declaration.

For some reason, she left via an ambulance. She seemed to be in good spirits. We waved to one another as the ambulance took her away.

"BLANKET ACQUAINTANCE"

I sat on a floor next to a young woman. Actually, we seemed to be nestled together, with a blanket or our clothes intertwined as we watched some kind of an event together. It felt awkward sitting next to her like that but I was not uncomfortable. Her radiant smile was easy to gaze upon, as was her exposed shoulder. Finally, I turned to my left and introduced myself, offering a handshake; she warmly reciprocated. Later, I talked with a friend about this and other items.

"PURSUIT"

Models walked on a small catwalk with ninety degree bends -- models walked out, turned the corner to their left, turned another corner to their left, and returned to the main stage. A few models fell on the catwalkd and seemed nonchalant about falling. The designer came forward and told crowd the show was over and that they could pick up their "goodie" bags of various items. The crowd ran over to the right side of the catwalk to a table to claim their bags.

A woman and two men worked with some soil against the side of a house. The woman and one of the men were pretending to be a couple while the other man stood with them. The woman recounted an emotional story of a failed pregnancy and seemed to really want a child. I wondered if the story was moving enough for the man acting as her husband to "give" her -- via sexual intercourse -- the child she so desired. She left to go to a store, so that she could have some time to herself. The "husband" went to another part of the grounds to work on a car. The other man -- who looked like director Ron Howard's brother, Clint Howard -- got into a blazer to chase after her. I told the husband about this pursuit. His reply was: "Good for him." I gave chase in a plane -- more like a veritech fighter from the Robotech cartoon series -- and thought about shooting his blazer with a missile to stop him but I decided against it.

In the city, I saw a robot launch a grappling hook device through several walls and pulled on the chain -- I think it may have captured the other man.

"SARDONIC INCLINATION"

I went to a football game with a group of people. We parked our car at the bottom of a steeply inclined parking lot -- it had to be at least a thirty degree incline. I think the football stadium was on the other side of this inclined parking lot. I wondered how cars could drive up and down this inclined parking lot. I noticed a car drive slowly down from the top and leave the parking lot. I was amazed.

We entered the football stadium and saw a free-standing chalkboard on rollers in the middle of the hallway with the following written upon it: "New visitors sign in." When I signed in, I believe I wrote the wrong year for the current date. A girl noticed my mistake and pointed it out to me in a light-hearted yet sarcastic manner. I made the appropriate correction and stepped to the left of the chalkboard and waited for the girl to sign in. When she began to write, I gave the leg of the chalkboard a quick kick. The sudden movement of the chalkboard caused the girl to write on the wooden frame of the chalkboard. I traded a nice smile for the girl's surprised expression when she looked at me.

"FORTIN / ISOSTATIC CONCRETE"

I saw a woman on a small street. She looked like a cable news anchor. I spoke with her under a small tent near the curb. I handed her a football. She mentioned that she and other newscasters had pick-up games of football after work. I thought to myself what an interesting sight that must be. I attempted to throw the football to someone walking up to a house but that person did not see me with the football.

Next I walked down an alley to a familiar garage. I noticed an empty small red toolbox and a creeper laying on the garage driveway. I put the creeper in the garage and closed the garage door. I walked around to the front of the garage. As I walked to the front door of the garage, I felt the grass give way a bit. The sensation felt like walking on over-watered sod. I stepped on the concrete patio entrance to the front door to the garage. Walking on the concrete was similiar to walking on the grass, with the concrete laying over a watery base. I entered the garage and put some other items away.

"DODGE"

I stood on a grassy field. The field had a slight incline downward from where I stood. There were a few rows of picnic tables to my left side and right side. Several types of balls -- baseballs, softballs, tennis balls, footballs, etc. -- where thrown by people behind me to a group of people that stood before me on the grassy field. The people gathered the thrown balls and threw them back to the group of people behind me. Though I dodged a few closely thrown balls, one or two did graze me.