Comments on: Last Night I Dreamed… http://www.ragamuffinsoul.com/2008/02/last-night-i-dreamed/ Carlos Whittaker's Weblog Fri, 10 Feb 2012 02:23:02 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1.3 By: bobby http://www.ragamuffinsoul.com/2008/02/last-night-i-dreamed/#comment-174038 bobby Thu, 28 Feb 2008 16:23:07 +0000 http://www.ragamuffinsoul.com/?p=4367#comment-174038 OK...after last night, I HAD to come back and revisit this post. I had this dream last night that I visited Buckhead. (Seriously, this is the first time you have ever appeared in a dream.) I was hanging out in the tech booth with this guy and the service starts and the mic isn't up. Several more times cues are missed and the sound sucks. Some technical director or something comes in all pissed and the tech guy blamed me for the mistakes. "I'm just here to watch!" I say. "You're the professional, you should know what you're doing." the tech guy says to me. Then I want to run sound for the second service so I can do it better than the guy who was supposed to cause I'm really irritated with him. Then a friend of mine from years ago who was number 2 golfer in the state of Utah his Senior year of high school pops his head in to say hi to people and notices me. We chat and he's dressed in golf gear and a little sweaty. Turns out he plays PGA now and he's there for the Augusta National which, in my dream, is right outside the church. I wanted to go but felt bad asking him for free passes. Then I woke up. Really weird. And random. OK…after last night, I HAD to come back and revisit this post.

I had this dream last night that I visited Buckhead. (Seriously, this is the first time you have ever appeared in a dream.) I was hanging out in the tech booth with this guy and the service starts and the mic isn’t up. Several more times cues are missed and the sound sucks. Some technical director or something comes in all pissed and the tech guy blamed me for the mistakes.

“I’m just here to watch!” I say.
“You’re the professional, you should know what you’re doing.” the tech guy says to me.

Then I want to run sound for the second service so I can do it better than the guy who was supposed to cause I’m really irritated with him.

Then a friend of mine from years ago who was number 2 golfer in the state of Utah his Senior year of high school pops his head in to say hi to people and notices me. We chat and he’s dressed in golf gear and a little sweaty. Turns out he plays PGA now and he’s there for the Augusta National which, in my dream, is right outside the church. I wanted to go but felt bad asking him for free passes. Then I woke up.

Really weird. And random.

]]> By: Jamon*Abercrombie http://www.ragamuffinsoul.com/2008/02/last-night-i-dreamed/#comment-173665 Jamon*Abercrombie Wed, 27 Feb 2008 17:19:10 +0000 http://www.ragamuffinsoul.com/?p=4367#comment-173665 this was a VERY strange one. I was dreaming that we were having a church service in Busch Stadium. I was on staff, but I could never figure out what I was supposed to do. I was walking through the concourse area when one of the other staff members came up and introduced me to our new "Airport Pickup Director" evidently we had a lot of people flying into our services, and we needed someone to coordinate this ... his name, Carlos Whittaker ... only you looked like Steve Urkel. But then all the other staff started giving you crap about your position and how it wasn't a "real" position. Things started off very awkward, and then there was a huge mele in the students' section. I had to go break it up, call the cops and ambulance. Then I was the only staff member left in the entire stadium. Everyone took off with you to go on a plane ride around the city. Not quite sure what that means ... I did find a new pizza joint earlier that night though - Cecil Whittaker's Pizza. this was a VERY strange one. I was dreaming that we were having a church service in Busch Stadium. I was on staff, but I could never figure out what I was supposed to do. I was walking through the concourse area when one of the other staff members came up and introduced me to our new “Airport Pickup Director” evidently we had a lot of people flying into our services, and we needed someone to coordinate this … his name, Carlos Whittaker … only you looked like Steve Urkel. But then all the other staff started giving you crap about your position and how it wasn’t a “real” position. Things started off very awkward, and then there was a huge mele in the students’ section. I had to go break it up, call the cops and ambulance. Then I was the only staff member left in the entire stadium. Everyone took off with you to go on a plane ride around the city.

Not quite sure what that means … I did find a new pizza joint earlier that night though – Cecil Whittaker’s Pizza.

]]> By: Naz http://www.ragamuffinsoul.com/2008/02/last-night-i-dreamed/#comment-173440 Naz Wed, 27 Feb 2008 03:23:41 +0000 http://www.ragamuffinsoul.com/?p=4367#comment-173440 I was helping out at a youth event, and somehow I got to fly. Then some other kid was able to fly too, but he was writing on my clouds with a marker. Crazy stuff like "hey you all down there" but the weird thing was he was writing on the top of the cloud, which didn't make any sense. Then he messed up my room, which was also in the sky. That's when he got in trouble. I was helping out at a youth event, and somehow I got to fly. Then some other kid was able to fly too, but he was writing on my clouds with a marker. Crazy stuff like “hey you all down there” but the weird thing was he was writing on the top of the cloud, which didn’t make any sense. Then he messed up my room, which was also in the sky. That’s when he got in trouble.

]]> By: Emily http://www.ragamuffinsoul.com/2008/02/last-night-i-dreamed/#comment-173213 Emily Tue, 26 Feb 2008 15:27:35 +0000 http://www.ragamuffinsoul.com/?p=4367#comment-173213 Mine is sad. I dreamed that we were house hunting and decided on a place. We brought our dog over to make sure she liked it (don't ask why...I don't know) and she got bit by a rattle snake. I picked her up and started running down the street to the vet, but she died before I could make it. not cool. Mine is sad. I dreamed that we were house hunting and decided on a place. We brought our dog over to make sure she liked it (don’t ask why…I don’t know) and she got bit by a rattle snake. I picked her up and started running down the street to the vet, but she died before I could make it.

not cool.

]]> By: portorikan http://www.ragamuffinsoul.com/2008/02/last-night-i-dreamed/#comment-173072 portorikan Tue, 26 Feb 2008 05:05:19 +0000 http://www.ragamuffinsoul.com/?p=4367#comment-173072 My wife has some weird crazy dreams. She's just started a blog to share them over at http://crumblestone.wordpress.com I don't have cool dreams though. My wife has some weird crazy dreams. She’s just started a blog to share them over at http://crumblestone.wordpress.com

I don’t have cool dreams though.

]]> By: Shannon (Rocks In My Dryer) http://www.ragamuffinsoul.com/2008/02/last-night-i-dreamed/#comment-173000 Shannon (Rocks In My Dryer) Tue, 26 Feb 2008 00:10:35 +0000 http://www.ragamuffinsoul.com/?p=4367#comment-173000 You know what's really weird? I JUST wrote a post about my weird dream last night (induced by the malaria meds I'm still on); going to post it tomorrow. Great minds think alike, I guess! You know what’s really weird? I JUST wrote a post about my weird dream last night (induced by the malaria meds I’m still on); going to post it tomorrow. Great minds think alike, I guess!

]]> By: Erica (A Yankee in Jawja) http://www.ragamuffinsoul.com/2008/02/last-night-i-dreamed/#comment-172989 Erica (A Yankee in Jawja) Mon, 25 Feb 2008 23:30:15 +0000 http://www.ragamuffinsoul.com/?p=4367#comment-172989 I dreamed the other night that I was carrying a top secret, pink envelope to the front lines of Iraq and Afghanistan. I had snipers shooting at the vehicle I was driving and when I got out they tried to kill me. Luckily I managed to make it to my "contact" who I could not see, so I don't know if I knew him, but when he opened the card it said, "congratulations on your new baby." Insight: My father and brother were recently serving in Afghanistan and are now back in the US. My brother is expecting his first child with his wife and my husband and I are trying to have children of our own. My family lives in Maine, my husband and I live in Georgia. I dreamed the other night that I was carrying a top secret, pink envelope to the front lines of Iraq and Afghanistan. I had snipers shooting at the vehicle I was driving and when I got out they tried to kill me.

Luckily I managed to make it to my “contact” who I could not see, so I don’t know if I knew him, but when he opened the card it said, “congratulations on your new baby.”

Insight: My father and brother were recently serving in Afghanistan and are now back in the US. My brother is expecting his first child with his wife and my husband and I are trying to have children of our own. My family lives in Maine, my husband and I live in Georgia.

]]> By: Texas in Africa http://www.ragamuffinsoul.com/2008/02/last-night-i-dreamed/#comment-172940 Texas in Africa Mon, 25 Feb 2008 20:58:06 +0000 http://www.ragamuffinsoul.com/?p=4367#comment-172940 I dreamed that I was engaged to my ex-boyfriend (whom I would never marry in real life, because he lies and cheats). Wonder what THAT was about? :) I dreamed that I was engaged to my ex-boyfriend (whom I would never marry in real life, because he lies and cheats). Wonder what THAT was about? :)

]]> By: D http://www.ragamuffinsoul.com/2008/02/last-night-i-dreamed/#comment-172939 D Mon, 25 Feb 2008 20:56:40 +0000 http://www.ragamuffinsoul.com/?p=4367#comment-172939 It's rare I remember my dreams, but lately I've retained bits and pieces... Last night, in fact, I dreamed of some sort of B&E. The only part I can recall was right before I woke up, where I was looking for a young lady I used to work with. The girl had called me out of the blue last night, in tears and a little drunk, apologizing for only calling whenever life went crazy on her. She had just found out her ovarian cancer was not responding to the treatments. Her answer for such moments is to drink. Anyway, the dream. I was looking for her, driving through small towns and stopping at roadside gas stations. It reminded me of deep south Georgia, or Alabama in summer, with rolling hills and lush green everywhere. I was with someone, but the person changed between different friends from church. Somehow, the towns and trees turned into a small neighborhood built into a deep tan network of caves, open at the top, sunlight pouring in from above. Remember the cave path at the end of Indiana Jones 3? Like that, only bigger, and with normal, modern houses spread out within it. I and my ever-changing friend went from house to house trying to find this girl, peering in windows and ducking under porches. At one point I think we had to evade some laser-net security ala Oceans 12... but without the dancing... We entered one house, but the inside was of the same cave motif as the outside environs, which didn't seem odd to me at all for some reason. I remember looking over a balcony into an adobe-decorated living room below, and seeing a burly man looking like he'd been woken up from some noise we'd made while unlawfully entering his house. I remember trying to sneak out the door I noticed to my left, only to turn and see him atop some stairs, directly in front of us. He was rotund, wearing some dark shorts, a dirty gray tee shirt and fluffy slippers. His hair was a tangled mess and his beard looked like it had housed multiple generations of avian families. He noticed us, and was visibly startled for a moment. I remember being scared- in a "teenager caught coming home after curfew" sort of way. I went up to him, and started saying things like "It's okay, we're just trying to find our friend" and, "We're just leaving". I remember trying to grab his upper arms and put myself between him and my companion. I opened the door to my left, and held his left shoulder back with my right hand as he said something about "We don't allow trespassing here". Obviously. He manner was that "I'm calmly going to kill you now" sort of perturbed. The door was open, but there were no stairs or balcony or anything out of it- just a long drop to the cave floor. The last instant before I woke up were simultaneously his reaching for a gun, me pushing my friend out the door (to be safe from the guy not fall to his/her doom), and him hurling me out- all at once. That feeling of being on the Freefall at Magic Mountain hit my stomach, and then I woke up and went to work. Hooray! It’s rare I remember my dreams, but lately I’ve retained bits and pieces…
Last night, in fact, I dreamed of some sort of B&E. The only part I can recall was right before I woke up, where I was looking for a young lady I used to work with. The girl had called me out of the blue last night, in tears and a little drunk, apologizing for only calling whenever life went crazy on her. She had just found out her ovarian cancer was not responding to the treatments. Her answer for such moments is to drink.
Anyway, the dream.
I was looking for her, driving through small towns and stopping at roadside gas stations. It reminded me of deep south Georgia, or Alabama in summer, with rolling hills and lush green everywhere. I was with someone, but the person changed between different friends from church.
Somehow, the towns and trees turned into a small neighborhood built into a deep tan network of caves, open at the top, sunlight pouring in from above. Remember the cave path at the end of Indiana Jones 3? Like that, only bigger, and with normal, modern houses spread out within it.
I and my ever-changing friend went from house to house trying to find this girl, peering in windows and ducking under porches. At one point I think we had to evade some laser-net security ala Oceans 12… but without the dancing…
We entered one house, but the inside was of the same cave motif as the outside environs, which didn’t seem odd to me at all for some reason. I remember looking over a balcony into an adobe-decorated living room below, and seeing a burly man looking like he’d been woken up from some noise we’d made while unlawfully entering his house. I remember trying to sneak out the door I noticed to my left, only to turn and see him atop some stairs, directly in front of us. He was rotund, wearing some dark shorts, a dirty gray tee shirt and fluffy slippers. His hair was a tangled mess and his beard looked like it had housed multiple generations of avian families.
He noticed us, and was visibly startled for a moment. I remember being scared- in a “teenager caught coming home after curfew” sort of way. I went up to him, and started saying things like “It’s okay, we’re just trying to find our friend” and, “We’re just leaving”. I remember trying to grab his upper arms and put myself between him and my companion. I opened the door to my left, and held his left shoulder back with my right hand as he said something about “We don’t allow trespassing here”. Obviously.
He manner was that “I’m calmly going to kill you now” sort of perturbed. The door was open, but there were no stairs or balcony or anything out of it- just a long drop to the cave floor. The last instant before I woke up were simultaneously his reaching for a gun, me pushing my friend out the door (to be safe from the guy not fall to his/her doom), and him hurling me out- all at once.
That feeling of being on the Freefall at Magic Mountain hit my stomach, and then I woke up and went to work.
Hooray!

]]> By: Neener http://www.ragamuffinsoul.com/2008/02/last-night-i-dreamed/#comment-172935 Neener Mon, 25 Feb 2008 20:16:26 +0000 http://www.ragamuffinsoul.com/?p=4367#comment-172935 So this is super creepy and I'm not sure why I'm sharing. Maybe because everyone else is doing it so why don't I? The other day, I had an hour long snooze and managed to dream of Los and his wife?! That's right, I've met neither of them, but I definitely stayed at their house. I had a feeling there was a pastors' conference in town, but I'm not a pastor. But I guess the people I was with were??? So, I was definitely stuck at the Whitaker household which had a strange giant tent shower room in their bedroom in which I tried to shower without anyone walking in on me. The only explanation I have of this dream is that my brain securely stashed away Heather's post that mentioned the "Whitaker Hostel" and decided to unleash it in a form of a strange, strange dream. Weird day when you dream about people in your Google Reader. So this is super creepy and I’m not sure why I’m sharing. Maybe because everyone else is doing it so why don’t I?

The other day, I had an hour long snooze and managed to dream of Los and his wife?! That’s right, I’ve met neither of them, but I definitely stayed at their house. I had a feeling there was a pastors’ conference in town, but I’m not a pastor. But I guess the people I was with were??? So, I was definitely stuck at the Whitaker household which had a strange giant tent shower room in their bedroom in which I tried to shower without anyone walking in on me.

The only explanation I have of this dream is that my brain securely stashed away Heather’s post that mentioned the “Whitaker Hostel” and decided to unleash it in a form of a strange, strange dream. Weird day when you dream about people in your Google Reader.

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