Jeffrey's Dreams: My Two Osama Bin Ladens

Over the past two years (roughly) I have had two dreams featuring Osama Bin Laden. Curiously though, the Osama Bin Ladens of my dreams are two very different people. But, strangely, both are connected to my childhood. Let me explain...

20 months ago.

I have a dream. I am a kid in the back of our blue Astro mini-van in Canby, Oregon at Simnitt Nursery in the gravel parking lot. Next to me is Osama Bin Laden. Like any other childhood friend. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Really. My friend Osama. Nice, likable, funny, smart, and very human.

While in the mini-van, we received some vaguely bad news. My buddy Osama had gotten into some big trouble. But we had no idea what it was. Before we knew it, Canby police cars role into the driveway as if its another routine traffic violation.

I panic, "shit, shit, shit. What do we do? Osama, quick, get down on the ground!"

So he sat with arms around knees on floor of mini-van while I covered him with newspapers before the police got to the window! As if they wouldn't see him under the daily headlines (we are talking Canby cops here).

Then I wake up.

A week and a half ago (approximately a year and a half later)...

I'm at a small empty baseball field standing between metal bleachers and a closed down concession stand.

I'm startled by a loud metal clang as a rock hits the dust nearby.

"Clang!"

"Oh, shit! Another rock!" I look up and on top of a nearby hill I see my "old buddy" Osama throwing rocks at me. The hill is now so close its pretty much on third base. Osama, smiling maliciously, thinks this is somehow fun for both of us.

Well, bleachers don't provide all that much protection so I head for the back of the concession stand. "Clang, clank, boom, clank." More rocks. Big ones too. Some friend. What an ass, but I don't know what to do.

I wake up. Oh shit, another Osama dream. Weird.

Jeffrey's Dreams: Bubbles, Hitchens, and Jumpers

Recently I have had too many crazy dreams not to share. The worst part of blogging dreams is its more difficult to post pictures. Regardless, I will be posting a regular series of my dreams for loyal Potsusaker readers.

Disclaimer: Naoko has warned me not to remember, analyze, or blog my dreams because I would risk driving myself insane. She may have departed this advice too late. I have always loved when I can remember my dreams. I wish I could record them on DVD/Ipod so I could have a sort-of home movies collection. Steve Jobs, get on it.

Now let's take a trip into my subconscious...

Last night: Some bad guys in space in a large translucent bubble preparing for the good guys' arrival. One of the gray haired bad guy's face is holographically projected in to the middle of the bubble and he gives a moniacal laugh.

I enter translucent bubble (zero gravity). But no more bad guys. Instead tumbler glasses and ice cubes float around while spinning along randomly in the bubble. I too am floating and spinning around like the ice cubes and tumbler glasses. Along with other faceless people, I try to catch the ice cubes with the tumblers.

After catching my first ice cube, gravity gently sets in. The bubble transforms into a square penthouse-like room. Four people sit separately in each corner (perhaps the bad guys but not so bad now). Christopher Hitchens is sitting with one leg crossed across his knee and a drink in hand (saying things you can imagine him saying while sipping on brandy). Meanwhile I'm trying to figure out what I do with a glass and an ice cube.

The Christopher Hitchens of my dreams...

Then I look out the window of the penthouse and see the capitol building in Austin with the UT tower directly behind it. On top of the tower, a bearded man in a red-flannel shirt appears. I think: "that's wierd, I thought they didn't let people go on top of the tower since that horrible shooting incident decades ago." Then the bearded man hops on the ledge and runs, but he has no pants on to cover his unhealthy-looking chicken legs. Then jumps off the tower. "Oh my god he's committing suicide!" His body disappears behind the capitol dome.

I move to get a better view. Suddenly two women appear on top of the tower and they begin running and jumping one right after another. "Oooohhh.. oooh..." I watch as they hit the ground. One bounces kind of funny. The other gets up and begins running again (presumably back up the tower). The funny bouncy one also gets back up (a little dizzy) and runs after the other woman. I look to see what happened to the red-flannel bearded dude. His limbs look in particularly bad shape (he did have skinny legs to begin with). Nevertheless, he gets up and meanders to a gazebo next to the tower and sits down to rest. I begin looking up the tower as a third woman jumps. She falls down head first. She hits bottom with no chance of recovery. A nice splat. No bounces. No blood. Just splat.

I wake up.

Interpretations?