Billy Rhythm

Last night’s dream is pretty sketchy. What I remember? Brandon Leppanen and Cat (his wife) opened a craft store selling fabric Bible covers. I left the shop, and was traveling with Blind Albert during a snowstorm, and we couldn’t get through Union because someone plowing with a grader just left their rig in the middle of the road, and it was completely drifted over. So, since we were stranded, we went into the Union town hall which had turned into a storm shelter. They had pizza and warmth and lights, and pretty much the whole town was there. I needed to use the restroom, and it was a basically a public outhouse! Everything just dropped into the basement. But the basement was in use! There were lights on down there, you could see a forklift and a bottle redemption center. You sat on the wooden plank and everything just dropped into big plastic tubs on wheels (kind of like what you see bait stored in). Then a lady came in, and she wasn’t having any of this communal bathroom thing, so a town employee said “One moment, I’ll get you the privacy screens.” Then I woke up.

Two dreams last night. In dream number one, my sister is working for her law office on a real estate closing. They need to inspect the septic system, and because I recently have had a septic system installed she has asked me to come along and help her. The septic field is some crazy non-Newtonian fluid thing. As long as you walk over it quickly you are safe, but if you slow down, or step on a weak spot, you sink. At some point as I am walking across the septic field I stumble a little, and step off to the side onto a patch which is not solid. I sink! On my way down I realize that due to the viscosity of the liquid I won’t be able to use my arms to swim to the top. Instead, my only hope is to sink to the bottom, and push off with my legs and use those stronger muscle muscles to thrust me up to the surface. I hit bottom, push off, and I’m struggling through the thick liquid, and I am clawing my way up almost to the top when I wake up.

And dream number two Susan and Julia and I are in a castle/fabric store/craft shop. I am working on installing a removable sunvisor that goes inside my car. There is a 20 something vampire who works in the store. He comes down to the table at which I am working, and is “assisting” me by giving me the eye while I’m working on my project. I have no fear of him because I know that the power of Christ within me is stronger than this young vampire. He catches on that he is no threat to me, and decides to introduce me to another older vampire. This other vampire presents himself like he’s a grandfather-ish age, maybe in his 70s or 80s. I have a cross that belongs to Julia, and I say to him “I can be strong in the Lord and the power of his might.“ And the elder vampire says to me “You are not the first person to say that to me. We’ll see how you do when things get tough.“ And then I said to him “I pray a lot.“ He smirks. Then a young mother and a child of about seven come into the room. She explains that her son is about to be given an injection of frankincense and something else. In my dream I realize that these elements are used to help ward off vampirism. Her son has some kind of disease where he is turning into a vampire, and they are doing what they can to ward it off. At some point I decide to leave the room, and I gather up Susan and Julia, and we raced down some freaky staircase. At the bottom of the staircase there’s some kind of trinket on the floor, I don’t remember what it was, but it was a sign that there are vampires in the building.

In last night’s dream, I was in some kind of emergency services meeting when Randy Elwell got the Holy Ghost and started preaching like a southern Baptist hell-fire and brimstone revivalist. At one point, he grabbed a box of pop tarts and started using it as an example of evil because of all the nasty ingredients inside. Then something fell apart in his sermon, and it became all about the pop tarts and he wandered off. Then some family asked me if I knew why the three cell radios (imagine a CB looking device that used the cellular network) hadn’t been installed in the town’s emergency vehicles. I said that I wasn’t allowed to make a decision as to whether to deploy them or not, but I would be happy to install them once they got the approval. It turns out they never got installed because somebody couldn’t read the note that had the code to unlock the devices to turn them on, so they had just been sitting around.

Stir fried beef and veggies with three Chunky Chips Ahoy cookies for those who will ask.

In last night’s dream the manager for the Town of Saint George Maine asked me to get him a photo of a cheeseburger. I said I would. I started looking at royalty free stock images of burgers, but citizens came in and needed help, so I helped them first, thinking the photo of a cheeseburger could wait. He came back and said “Where’s my cheeseburger photo?” I said “I haven’t found a good one yet, and I had to wait on people, so I’m still looking.” He looked disgusted, took out his phone, and said to the phone “Get me a picture of a cheeseburger.” Immediately his phone started making all kinds of noises as cheeseburger alerts started going off. He said “If my staff of a phone can find me a cheeseburger photo this fast, how come you can’t?” And I said “Just because you found photos on the web doesn’t mean you can just use them. I was looking for a royalty free photo you could commercially use.” And he said “I don’t need it for anything professional, I just want to post it in a note.” And as I started to explain that I didn’t know that, and thought he wanted to use it on the web or in town materials, he leaned over to assistant manager Tara Elwell and started discussing my termination. Then I woke up.