Weird dreams

Keppra dream2We had repurchased our bungalow style home on Emmaus Avenue where we lived in our 30s. The prior owner had added on a room out front even though there wasn’t much space for that. When I went over, a filthy family of 5 had broken in and baked a chicken dinner with our food. These people were so dirty they looked like Pigpen from Peanuts cartoon, dust falling off their shoulders and out of their hair. When I told them to get out they invited me in for coffee. I said “that’s my chicken, and, my wife went down to Fresh Market to purchase that special blend of coffee”.Their twig of a teen son asked me to step outside and continuously pushed me and told me to leave even though I repeatedly lifted him over my head and threw him to the ground. After going around the outside I again saw these people sticking their dirty heads out the window. Just then my brother in law Bob Singley appeared and insisted it was wrong to kick them out. “Look how poor they are”. Well, he offered to pay for the chicken and coffee. Somehow that made sense. Just then another brother-in-law Tom called to tell me that missiles we’d launched against North Korea were intercepted and were being held in place in a cloud above BonTon on Lehigh street. NK had developed the technology to stop and suspend them like that. No one knew what to do but Tom said I should get over there since that dept store was only a couple miles away. I went out back and saw a heavily tinted car with the filthy grandparents listening to loud hip hop music while waiting for the grandson whom I’d thrown around out front. He pushed me again and I threw him to the ground a few more times but he managed to get into the car and off they went. I then began running down Emmaus Avenue toward BonTon. It was midsummer and the Norway maples were just so beautiful. As has been the case in other dreams the colors were vivid. Greens and golds, just awe inspiring. On my way 5 midgets approached me and continuously spat on my shoes. I kicked and punched them til they went away. Then the street disappeared and a very steep gravel slope appeared in front of me so I slid down, back to the ground on my shoes and hands. This went on and on for quite some time. Then, at the bottom I stopped, looked up and saw those 2 enormous dirigible like bombs, like my memory of the Hindenburg, but with crooked lips in front. They seemed to be communicating with each other. Suddenly I remembered that I’d tagged 3 river birches at a nursery nearby so I went to see if they had yet been dug. Once there I saw the 3 trees were nearly dead. Manager said “We’re not really a nursery anymore, now we’re an art museum.” Well I went inside to get my down money back and saw many primitive ferring strip frames with kindergartener ribbons and water color paintings, all selling for $450 a piece. Marie, my sister, worked there and when I asked how they could charge so much. She said “if they’ll pay it!” There was a very long line of buyers so I left as I remembered that filthy family at my house. I began running again but Lehigh st next to BonTon had separated so that between the east bound traffic and westbound traffic there was just a sea of macadam. Still I ran across, down to 24th st, then back to Emmaus Avenue where that sea of macadam had grown between the eastbound and westbound lanes. I thought I’d been running quite a distance when my Fitbit began to vibrate indicating I’d reached my goal for the day. After finally crossing to the south side of Allentown I noticed that every street was Wyoming street, Wyoming intersecting with Wyoming. Then Andie’s aunt from Philly called asking if I could pick up her grand daughter Orli at Montessori school not far from her home. I reminded her that I had no car and asked if she knew about the bombs. She said “yeah but somebody has to pick up Orli”. I said that made no sense, in part because Orli lived in the Berkshires. She then asked me to call Lou Franco, someone she did not know, and have him drive down or “fly down like MightyMouse” to pick her up. Never made it back to evict the filthy home invaders. I just woke up.

Few weird onesKeppra dream1Andie and I bought a beautiful old stone home with a 10’ wrap around porch in New Tripoli from an older couple who had decided to move closer to the city because of failing health. Home sat alone at an intersection where there was virtually no traffic. I had done some landscape cleanup for them when they expressed their interest in perhaps moving. We took Matty up with us to discuss the sale and they liked us, especially Matty, so much that they sold it to us for half price. The couple mentioned that half of the 3 acre property was a cornfield directly across the street. The farmer would give us $400 to farm it, also would pay the taxes. This place was surrounded by cornfields.Immediately after moving in I sensed that there was a spring running along the front between the street and the home. I removed all the debris revealing the stream with frogs, minnows and the like, natural stone walls on both sides. I planted some ferns and water lilies to dress it up.After inviting Peg and Greg up for a 7/4 party my mother came walking across the street from the area where we owned that extra 1 1/2 acres. She poured herself some lemonade and said dad was coming too. Then my uncle Bob Jesberger, aunt Celia and uncle Joe, Gram, Andie’s uncle Joe, our dead friend Tony and Granny and Grandad showed up. All of course had been dead for years. We had an amazing barbecue with dad preparing chicken from an old hibachi which was strapped to a railing out back adjacent to the porch. We ate the most colorful corn you could imagine. The corn stalks in the fields were so deep green with dazzling windswept tassles on top. All were drinking wine and beer. Lots of joints were being passed around with Granny smoking from a bong. Lots of laughter with everyone getting along famously as we listened to 40s swing music. Lots of dancing in a gravel parking area out back. We waited all afternoon for Andie’s aunt Celia to arrive but since we lived out in the middle of nowhere we assumed she was lost. At the day’s end Peg and Greg left and soon thereafter mom said goodbye and walked back across the street. Soon after everyone else followed her. We were concerned so we followed and saw them all going down into a stone well in the middle of that cornfield. We descend too and asked what they were doing down there. The area resembled our home with lots of stone and dark plank walls and floors. Tony said we should get back to take care of Matty. We said, “What, we should leave you here?” He said, “don’t worry, we’ll be back over”. So we left to take care of Matty and wait for Andie’s aunt Celia.

Few weird onesKeppra dream1Andie and I bought a beautiful old stone home with a 10’ wrap around porch in New Tripoli from an older couple who had decided to move closer to the city because of failing health. Home sat alone at an intersection where there was virtually no traffic. I had done some landscape cleanup for them when they expressed their interest in perhaps moving. We took Matty up with us to discuss the sale and they liked us, especially Matty, so much that they sold it to us for half price. The couple mentioned that half of the 3 acre property was a cornfield directly across the street. The farmer would give us $400 to farm it, also would pay the taxes. This place was surrounded by cornfields.Immediately after moving in I sensed that there was a spring running along the front between the street and the home. I removed all the debris revealing the stream with frogs, minnows and the like, natural stone walls on both sides. I planted some ferns and water lilies to dress it up.After inviting Peg and Greg up for a 7/4 party my mother came walking across the street from the area where we owned that extra 1 1/2 acres. She poured herself some lemonade and said dad was coming too. Then my uncle Bob Jesberger, aunt Celia and uncle Joe, Gram, Andie’s uncle Joe, our dead friend Tony and Granny and Grandad showed up. All of course had been dead for years. We had an amazing barbecue with dad preparing chicken from an old hibachi which was strapped to a railing out back adjacent to the porch. We ate the most colorful corn you could imagine. The corn stalks in the fields were so deep green with dazzling windswept tassles on top. All were drinking wine and beer. Lots of joints were being passed around with Granny smoking from a bong. Lots of laughter with everyone getting along famously as we listened to 40s swing music. Lots of dancing in a gravel parking area out back. We waited all afternoon for Andie’s aunt Celia to arrive but since we lived out in the middle of nowhere we assumed she was lost. At the day’s end Peg and Greg left and soon thereafter mom said goodbye and walked back across the street. Soon after everyone else followed her. We were concerned so we followed and saw them all going down into a stone well in the middle of that cornfield. We descend too and asked what they were doing down there. The area resembled our home with lots of stone and dark plank walls and floors. Tony said we should get back to take care of Matty. We said, “What, we should leave you here?” He said, “don’t worry, we’ll be back over”. So we left to take care of Matty and wait for Andie’s aunt Celia.