Strange Dreams

I had two dreams last night I can remember quite a bit of.

The first, I feel, was a combination of a few TV shows I watched last night before bed. I was some sort of secret spy or agent of some sort. I was watching myself from outside my body as a third person (which would also relate to the TV show thing). I was with my wife and daughter (which I don’t actually have) in an apartment, housed in a large brick apartment building complex. It was on the 3^rd floor of the building. I remember this because I ran up the stairs of it several times. The very last time I ran up them to my apartment there was definitely some M.C. Escher stuff happening. I told my daughter I’d be back later and my wife and I just exchanged glances. I left and went to go get into one of two helicopters waiting. One was a slightly larger, orange helicopter. The other was black. They were both extremely narrow and had no landing gear. They also were both really wobbly and seemed to work like toys. “We”, (who ever I was with… I’m not sure due to third person viewing) were on our way to go blow something up. I think we were going to blow up a garbage truck or something weird like that. Unfortunately we’d been discovered and a group of suited men were on our tail. The next thing I know I am racing through my apartment complex to warn my wife to hide.

That’s it. That’s the dream. It wasn’t particularly strange, but I found it very calm, despite how intense it could have been. I think its because I was watching in third person. It was also weird that I was probably the bad guy.  Don’t know that that means.

The second dream I had seems to be part of an ongoing series of dreams where I go back to college. In this case, I wasn’t thrust back to freshman year as in the other ones I’ve had. In this one I was just going back to school as me right now.

The school I was at was supposedly Wisconsin, but the field house where most of the dream took place was pretty old, crowded, and beat up. It was like Colorado University’s old field house, but with tons of equipment and people. This field house is incredibly vivid and I could take you on a tour of it right now or build a movie set based on it. It apparently doubled as the rec center where everyone worked out. I remember trying to find the locker room to get changed and enter the field house. Once I was in there I was crossing the indoor track and I almost got ran over by a line of girls moving pretty damn fast. I realized that the Wisconsin team was having practice/time trials. I recognized two of the athletes hanging out as a couple of the seniors from the high school cross country team I coach.  I recognized another as one of the 7^th grade girls I coach in basketball. Apparently she was in college. I thought nothing of it. One of the first things I noticed was that most of the runners had a small blanket over their shoulders. When I said hi to one of my athletes they told me it was a team tradition to have a blankie. We laughed and I told him it was cool that he was already feeling like a part of the team and that it seemed like they would be a lot of fun. Then I saw a bunch of runners surround my 7th grade girl athlete, we'll cal her B. She used her feet to roll up a towel really fast into a kind of pillow. A bunch of the girls acted semi-impressed and cheered. One of the other girls on the team seemed to be the judge of whether B id it right or not. It seemed to be another tradition of theirs. She picked it up and tested it out, approving of B’s job. My athletes and a couple others came with me as I walked around the field house to take a tour. There were weight benches and people running around, working out. I remember in my dream at this time hoping someone would ask me to join the team. I wanted to be asked and then be asked to train with them and get back on a team and run track at Wisconsin. Silly idea, but its what I wanted in my dream. Peaking over a small ledge separating the weight room area and the basketball courts, I saw the guys and girls team practicing together. I guess practicing would be a strong word for what they were doing. They were crawling on their knees and elbows. It seemed that they were in trouble and this was the punishment… not sprints, but crawls. It looked painful. Near the end of my dream, I was heading back over by the track team. I saw their coach and then I saw my dad come up and shake his hand and start talking with him. I called out to him. He seemed surprised to see me. My dad looked great. He was 20 years younger, taller, and in great shape. He seemed very happy. He asked what I was doing there. I told him I decided to go back to school. He asked what I was going to study…. I had no answer for this and then my dream ended.

I’m not sure what it means to keep having dreams about going back to college. My wife and I just got done with all that again as she now has a Master’s and her Administration license to become a principal. I, too, also now have my Master’s degree in Art and Design with an emphasis in Art Education. I thought I might be done with school, but I keep having dreams of going back. It’s the good kind of going back though. It’s not the school you sign up for later in life and do all the work at home while still maintaining a job. It’s the kind of going back to school where you actually get to go back to college itself and it seems like a blast. I’ll have to think more about why I am having these dreams. Do I was to go back to school? Do I want teach in college? I’m not sure, but I don’t mind these dreams. They’re pretty fun.