Two Frustrating Dreams

I had some funny dreams last night, and I wanted to get them on paper before I forgot. The one that was the most frustrating was the first one I had. Some friends and I had just parked my car in a parking garage and were walking through the garage on our way to Jacob's Field (well, Progressive Field, I guess) when we saw a few juveniles pointing at us, smirking, laughing, and then running off in the direction of where we parked. I told my friends I believed they were about to do something to our car(s) after noticing we were tourists/guests, but my friends thought I was crazy. I just had a gut feeling, though, and went running after them. However, I couldn't find where I parked my car, so I took the steps to go up a deck to see if my car was up there. Just when I started walking up the stairs, I got a call on my cell phone from a guy who was talking with a slurred voice and asking me questions about a Service Request I had just submitted for work with Oracle (a company we use for many of our products).

Anyway, we weren't getting anywhere with our conversation, and after what seemed like forever of trying to understand him and giving him the same answer over and over, I found myself at the top of the steps on the roof leaning against a dry-erase board shielding me from what was behind it (what was on top of the roof). Then the person on the phone asked me something about the Vietnamese president, and I vehemently responded that I don't get into politics. Then I looked up the steps in front of me, and stepping up to a podium was the Vietnamese president himself, Nguyen Minh Triet. This freaked me out, and I jumped, knocking over the dry-erase board, allowing me to see the huge crowd on the roof of the building as well as all the cameras and other hoopla. I was shocked so I ran back down the stairs asking the guy on the phone what was going on. All of a sudden, I could hear the guy on the phone clearly and in perfect English, and he proceeded to tell me that he was just keeping me on the phone as long as he could since he was calling from one of those phone numbers that charges an insane amount of money per minute. I was furious and hung up immediately! I never found my car or my friends, and thus never saw the baseball game.

I woke up at around 2:00 AM from that dream and was really glad it was just a dream. Then I fell back asleep shortly thereafter just in time for my next dream. I don't remember all the details, but I remember starting out some guy was at my house and stole somebody from me and was holding that person hostage at his house. So one night I got on a bicycle and rode over to his house to save the stolen person. As I was pedaling down his driveway, I looked to my right and saw the person through a large glass window, sitting on a chair, tied up and gagged. I also noticed that the bad guy was not at home, only the hostage. However, out of the corner of my eye on the left, I saw the shiny glare off of something down by a swingset further down the dark driveway. So instead of pulling up to the house, breaking in, and taking the person to safety, I speedily ramped down to the left and picked up what looked like a gray laptop computer. Once I had the laptop, I forgot about the person in the house and secretively crept off the property, taking the laptop back to my house.

The next day the man came back to my house looking for the laptop computer. He was furious, banging on my kitchen door with all his might! So what did I do? I stood on the other side of the door and pounded back! Then he'd pound on the door, then I'd pound on it again. This went back and forth for a while, even though I was really scared standing up to this guy on the other side of the door. After a bit, I finally had the idea to call 9-1-1, since I was being robbed, assaulted, or whatever else he would have done had he gotten inside. When he looked through the little window in the door and saw I was on the phone, he went around to the front yard. I didn't realize it, but the front door that leads to the yard was open, and all I had was the clear glass door. I saw him walking dejectedly off my property. So me, being stupid and cocky at the same time, banged on my door. Duh! So he looked back and saw that there was just the little measley see-through door between me and him. He ran up to the door and reared back like he was going to punch through the door. But he stopped halfway through his motion and walked away. I was safe! Then I woke up, and it was about 4:30 AM.

Smile! May God continue to bless you.