Priests in Trash: Bizarro Dream 11207

Priests in Trash: Bizarro Dream 11207

Friday’s workout was devastating! After walking to the gym and working the first three back/trapz/shoulders stations as super-sets, balancing the rest with a muscle confusion technique and walking home, (I stopped for food which I never got around to cooking), I passed out on the floor for 80 minutes, then went back to sleep in my bed for 30.

Half an hour later I wake up with the phrase “Priests in Trash,” on my mind. What happened in the dream was that the archdiocese got into the sanitation business because of all the problems they’d had with lawsuits. They were out in their frocks and collars removing debris from in front of houses.

At some other point in this series of dreams I find myself sleeping on the floor of my room. It’s much bigger than in real life. I sense a presence; I open my eyes and see the silhouette of a woman rimmed in the moonlight. She looks familiar. I am awakened with a kiss, I kiss back and in between smooches I tell the unidentified woman, “I was hoping it was you.” We kiss for a while longer and then she leaves – get this – through secret exit in the wall next to the radiator. [Okay all you dream analysts out there… is this a secret love or forbidden lover?]

I can hear her traveling through the secret passages. I get up to find that my bedroom door is open, so I look around to see if Mojito (Stazja’s cat) has wandered in. He hasn’t. He’s waiting in the hall crouched, but there’s a collie in the hall with him. [We had a toy-collie named, you guessed it, Lassie, when I was a child.] I heard loud snoring, real loud. Then I hear my sister call out, “Pearl, Pearl!” [I work with a woman named Pearl at the gym. I don’t know whether she snores or not.]

Sometime later I am asking Xavion is he knew there were secret passages in [someplace, probably] the house. Later, which was actually sooner than I’d hoped, I woke up.