I am CuTRis

In my dream, I suddenly broke out of character. I asked my deceased father when he had to go back. He kind of smiled because he knew that now I knew. So he mumbled something about 3:15. I went over to my mother, and asked if she heard what dad had said and she replied yes. After that I woke up. I lay in bed thinking for a few minutes and then I rolled over and looked at the clock. It was 3:15 a.m..

The dream I had just before I woke up was pretty amazing! I knew I had been away, and my pets (which our Betta fish just died after 3 years before we went on our vacation so I don't have any right now) my pets needed care. I checked on them and two of the lizards were fighting. Now of course, there were lizards where we were in Florida. In order to try to stop them I entered into their world which turned out to be kind of a combination of the Wild West Alice in Wonderland and The Wizard of Oz. Along the way I kept on meeting flamboyant characters dressed as pirates and such and there was a little element of danger. I woke up feeling rested.

In my dream I'm packing. It's reminiscent of my time in Boy Scouts packing for camping trips. Only I'm packing for war. I think it's Vietnam. That was the war when I was a little kid. That was what I thought was going to happen when I grew up. It's funny, we don't think about it that much anymore, but Vietnam changed our lives as sure as covid-19. Even my immediate family was indirectly created by that war. My wife's family fled from Laos when she was a small child. Many years later, we met and got married and had our son. But why do I still dream of that fate that never transpired? Why do I still dream about going to war? I suppose it could be that there is a war in the news all the time. Plus, there is a war in our streets as mass shootings have outnumbered the days of the year. There is a war in our government, in our politics, and an attempt to take over our democracy. There are the continued excuses about guns not killing people, that people are killing...

  We were in the TV studio when I noticed the man. Everyone noticed, but they tried not to be noticed by him. He was frustrated. Something wasn’t working and he was growing angry. I thought maybe I could help. Afterall, I have considerable experience working in TV.   I approached and asked if I could help. Maybe it was a mistake. He was larger than me. Shaved head. He was younger, lean, and muscular. As he invaded my personal space, I could smell soap. He was clean. His eyes were brown, and showed an Asian heritage. I guessed he was an Asian/Caucasian mix.   I backed up a step and regained my personal space. But again, he closed it. He seemed confident, menacing, completely unafraid. I, on the other hand, was experiencing fear. But it was compartmentalized. It was controlled. Fighting was not a good option. I’m too old for that crap. But still, I worked through a mental checklist that included options for inflicting physical harm if that became the last resort.   ...

I've been having work dreams. Various people I've worked with over the years at various jobs are showing up. Also the various jobs and different places. Some of the coworkers are real, and some are based on real people, but some are completely made up. That goes for the locations as well. I started wondering if it's like back-to-school dreams? It is getting towards the end of summer after all. Could it be that my subconscious doesn't know that I've made the jump from going to work, to working from home?

I had a horrible nightmare! I was dreaming that an insane billionaire was trying to take over the world with his lawyer, Simon Bar Sinister. I yelled for help! And then a man wearing horns with a painted sword handle on his shirtless torso showed up with a spear and a bullhorn! Then I saw a man smiling as he walked away with a lectern... Just then I woke up and noticed that the television that likes to turn itself on sometimes was playing the news.

While I knew he had been in a battle with cancer, the last I had heard from my former coworker was that he had beaten it. Today I received an email that said he hadn't. That same ending had also happened to my friend Fred about ten years ago. Very early this morning, I had a dream about my friend Charlie who died five years ago from cancer. In the dream I knew Charlie was gone and I had actually talked to his family; rather than him. I had known Charlie and Linda and their kids for a long time. After the news of my coworker, Mark's recent passing I decided that maybe it was a good time to try to connect with Charlie's family. That was when I discovered his wife Linda's obituary—dated a little over a year after Charlie had died. I had no idea Linda was gone too. So for the moment I am reeling in shock at the events of this morning. It started with a dream and the reality manifested itself during my day. It is rather surreal as in neither here nor there. Or perhaps it...

I was out a bit later than usual last evening—attending a training session for some new video equipment I will be working with. So I was asleep when my alarm went to off this morning. In fact, I remember that I was dreaming about F Troop and Sergeant O'Rourke was explaining to some officer why he wasn't worthy of a promotion—which of course would take him away from O'Rourke Enterprises . Standing where I was in that dream, I could have been Corporal Agarn !