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Still fostering?

// by timothyaaron // May 3rd, 2009 // No Comments » // Dreams

Funny story. The first night the girls were gone Leah and I both dreamed about having foster kids. Leah dreamed we had our first foster child again. My dream went like this…

Leah and I were living in my parent’s house in Bethalto. We had a recent placement, a boy that turned out to be the baby of an old high school friend of mine, Mannie.

Well, it all began when a cop car pulled up to the house and 3 people approached the house: Mannie, his wife and the driver. (I believe the child was taken into custody because of a serious domestic dispute.)

Mannie goes on to explain how everything is good now, they’ve worked everything out. I’m very excited for him and tell him he can go ahead and get his baby. Now my attention goes to this driver, who isn’t in a cop uniform but a janitors. Then it hits me that I shouldn’t have let him in.

“Can I see the court documents?”
“Just consider this a ‘good deed’.”

It’s at this point I would have started to get concerned, except I woke up.

Flour and mentoring

// by timothyaaron // March 30th, 2009 // No Comments » // Dreams

Leah and I had a house in our backyard.  This house had two front doors: one was in the middle of the house, opened to the living room; the other was in the front-right, opened to the master bedroom(?).

We were planning to leave for vacation or something.  I walked into the kitchen and told Leah I was going to lock up the other house (this involved a walkthrough to clear out any animals and whatnot as both doors were currently open).  Much to my surprise, Leah asked if I wouldn’t mind finishing the kitchen–she had been cleaning all day–and she would lock up the house.  I casually responded that I wouldn’t mind though the reality of it is I was ecstatic.  For some reason I was dreading the walkthrough, which is weird because I’m not the kind of person that has a problem with empty houses…not to mention, it was the middle of the day).

As Leah leaves the kitchen and heads across the yard it occurs to me that I won’t be able to see while I was doing the dishes (the kitchen window wasn’t above the sink).  So I walked over to the window and opened it; at least then I could hear her.  But then it occurs to me that I probably wouldn’t hear anything over the clanking of dishes. THEN it occurs to me that I’m not happy about her doing a walkthrough in the other house alone.

I quickly head out the door and across the yard.

As I walk up to the outside bedroom door, the first door she entered, she was finishing her circuit of that room by walking into an alcove on the left side.  Just as she entered the alcove (so she couldn’t see anything behind her) a man that looked like he had been dipped in flour came quickly walking out of the far door and up behind Leah, seemingly to scare her…all before I could react (still standing outside the house).  

This guy immediately turned around and began his weird zombie-type walk across the bedroom.  Strangely, he wasn’t trying to get back out of the room, but just went kind of scrambling across the room…with no purpose in mind. I cried out, “Grab him,” and reached inside and grabbed his leg. (I needed an explanation.)

…then I woke up.

And what does that have to do with mentoring? Now for some weirdness.

• First of all, the way the guy was walking was almost humorous.  His zombie walk was comedic (not really sure how to describe it).  
• Secondly, when he turned around I immediately recognized him: Scott Jett (you might remember a blog post several months ago about the guy that worked down the hall from me, Director of Shapes Mentoring, that died in a motorcycle accident…yeah, him). So you can imagine my shock when I saw, without question, his face.
• Lastly, when I woke I realized there was a fourth person.  Somebody, a kid I think, jumped towards the flour guy (from the front-left corner of the room) to help Leah and I stop him.  No idea why anybody else would be there; or why I wouldn’t have freaked out seeing yet another person.

Kung-Fu Pandsy

// by timothyaaron // March 2nd, 2009 // 4 Comments » // Dreams

Ok, here’s the setup.

The hero: an excellent student and all around good guy.
The badguys: 3 very muscular good students, but not as good as the hero.
Me: the observer.
The sensei: a nice guy, but distracted and doesn’t demand the respect necessary.

Basically the 3 badguys beat up on the hero all the time…pretty bad. The sensei never sees it…but it’s bad. Finally, I tell the sensei I’m dropping the class, it’s too dangerous; I also tell him that if he doesn’t change things he’ll have a death on his hands.

Shattered Glass Avalanche

// by gracie // January 30th, 2009 // 5 Comments » // Dreams

I woke up early to get the girls up for school and grabbed bowls out of the cabinet for their cereal; but when I looked at them they were melted and mangled. I opened the dishwasher to see if there was another bowl I could use in there and it was still full of dirty brown water and I couldn’t get it to start again. There was a glass bowl sitting on the counter that was melted on one side of it. I turned around and noticed that there was glass shattered all over the floor. Tim came out to help me get the girls ready and I told him to go get shoes on because of the glass being all over the floor.

I decided to take Latte outside to go to the bathroom before I started cleaning up the mess. However, when I went outside I had to climb on top of a pile of firewood to get out and somehow managed to cause an avalanche of logs on one side. As I looked around I noticed that we lived in New York on the waterfront. The water was rising and threatening to come up over our sidewalk in our yard.

President Obama was giving some type of address to a crowd of people outside. But he wasn’t black. He was white and had big bruises on his face. When he finished he went inside and Palin came out to speak. She didn’t want to be there though and got frustrated. She called Obama and said, “Can’t you be out here doing this?” and left. So Obama, black this time, came back out and began speaking again. Only this time it was like he didn’t care what he said because he was already the president.

I ran around to the back of the house so I could get back inside; the sprinkler system turned on as I ran and I could see Tim coming from the back door to meet me. As we go inside it is no longer our house, but some type of meeting room. We were sitting in chairs waiting for something. There were 4 other people with us, one of whom was holding a dachshund dog. When we get up to leave the dog runs out first and I notice that its front leg is up in a cast and sling. The owner of the dog had been sitting in front of me and had been taking care of a baby boy who looked just like him.

We went outside and were immediately immersed in a crowd of people.

On the way home

// by timothyaaron // November 23rd, 2008 // No Comments » // Dreams

Dad, Clint, Andy Hamilton and I were on the way home from…something. Seemed kinda like an overseas thing, except we were taking the train. I was leading the way and we were in a hurry. Next thing I know…I don’t see anyone behind me, so I slow the pace but keep going. When I get to the ticket counter Dad is already there…just ahead of me. I wait–but not long–then go ahead and buy 3 tickets thinking to save time for Clint and Andy.

After several minutes, still no sign of Clint and Andy. Dad and I start to worry a little because we’re running out of time. (Here’s an interesting part.) I start to take this elevator-type thing for the handicapped to get downstairs when I see a person in a wheelchair coming towards it. Being the gentleman that I am I go ahead and push the down button for them and step out. Problem: There’s no stopping the doors…I barely get out before the doors close. Another problem: I don’t have time for a good apology; so I yell sorry as I run off. :)

Now I have to take the stairs down. But I only make it a few steps before I run into Rob Lilge, an old friend from ITT (of whom I can’t seem to track down no matter how hard I try).

That’s about it.

Rob Lilge and Andy Hamilton? Where did that come from?

IYCM (In Your Cavity-filled Mouth)

// by timothyaaron // November 10th, 2008 // 1 Comment » // Dreams

That’s right, I dreamed about the old IYCM team last night…well, sorta.  The main doctor guy looked just like Jeff, and his assistant was a guy that looked just like Tyler.  Not sure how this works…but the girl, I’m pretty sure was a cross between Paige and Jena.  Weird, right?

Ok, so.  I show up for some kind of big oral surgury of some kind and I’m walked through this big, cool-looking building until I get to “Jeff”s office.  At which time a phone rings, and “Jeff” tells me to answer it.  It’s his assistant, asking me questions about getting my approval (this was supposed to be “Jeff”s hip, new way to get “signed” documents without all the paperwork).  As I’m answering the questions his assistant walks in the room (still on the phone)–I think I’m supposed to be amazed at this new idea of phone approval…and that the guy on the phone is actually in the same room with me now.

Then I woke up, relieved that I didn’t actually need any kind of surgury.

The Village

// by timothyaaron // October 9th, 2008 // No Comments » // Dreams

Yeah, this dream had kind of a “The Village” theme to it.

Was living on a monastery-type compound, I think.  Somebody mentioned some book about “Secrets of the Universe” or “Unknown Matter” or something weird like that.  I think stuff happened next, but I don’t remember what… …until the end.

I’m running from two beasts(?): dogs, maybe?  (Oh yeah, did I mention this was all taking place on my old farm in Alhambra?)  Once I reach the front pasture the beasts stop.  I’m all, “What are they afraid of?”  So I’m hiding in the pasture wondering what is going to come out of the woods when a car drives by.  Then I realize it’s the cars?  Maybe we didn’t know about automobiles (that’s where the “The Village” theme comes from)…something like that.  (I should probably note here that I’ve never seen “The Village”.) 

Anyways, not a few seconds after I see the second car drive by the road is packed with cars.  Not traffic-style.  These cars/trucks/semis aren’t going less than 55mph.  And that little two-lane with no shoulders is now 3 lanes.  Not widened, mind you.  The cars are scrapping each other as they pass (I remember watching a semi pass between another semi and a car, then, BAM.  A pile-up begins.  Before I know it there’s a wreck several cars deep and as far as you can see in both directions.

Then some guy comes out of nowhere and tries to explain something about why we should all leave the compound(?).  Somewhere along the lines of, “I’ve alread made more money than this wreck just cost.”  Something weird like that.

Ever woke up crying?

// by timothyaaron // October 5th, 2008 // 2 Comments » // Dreams

I have once before…then again last night.  The three dreams last night went like this:

Jim and I were at some kind of camp-type thing.  I lost my key to the room, so I had to wait for him to do anything.  That’s about all I remember.

Leah and I went on some kind of mountain trip with church(?).  When everybody got back two people were missing: Leah was one of them.  This was made worse by the fact that it was really cold and snowy and such.  We formed search parties, but by that night we still hadn’t found anybody.  Again…all I remember.

I was at my parent’s, talking with my mother about something.  Clint comes up from upstairs and yells at me about using his soap and losing it, or something like that.  So I shoot back something about him being wrong and blah, blah, blah.  He goes back downstairs.  I feel bad and go down to apologize.  He sorta goes off on me again, so I start to go off on him again.  Then we just sit there for a  minute, then he says, “I don’t feel right.”  (I believe that statement had nothing to do with any other part of the dream.)  I start to tear up.  Then I wake up…

…crying.

Rock Crust

// by timothyaaron // August 27th, 2008 // 1 Comment » // Dreams

Finally a dream!  Pretty short and sweet though…

Jason and Kristy Ickman and I picked up a pizza.  And we got their “rock crust”…it was a crust with several types of whole grain mixed into it.  Interesting idea, no?

Ping-Pong Dudes for Jesus

// by timothyaaron // July 28th, 2008 // No Comments » // Dreams

The pastor asked that Dustin stop the “small group” Ping-Pong Dudes for Jesus. Not sure why, I think it had something to do with how many people were attending?

Now that was a scary dream.