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I remember two dreams from last night, and both will probably make you wonder what I was watching before I fell asleep on the couch. The first dream let me be some kind of Secret Service office administrator spy person. Dream #2 I was in a cross country race where I decided to be faster by taking off my shoes.
Dream #1 Protect the President’s Desk from Nazi Sympathizers
In my first dream, I was part of a team that worked for the President of the United States although the president wasn’t there during my dream. A pair of people I knew to be a couple thought it was OK to go through the president’s desk while he was absent. It was not OK, and me and my team gave chase through a very tall building with very long hallways.
I chased my guy through hallways before taking the chase to a stairwell. Nearly at the top of the stairs, the guy ran into a room that was full of Germans. He’d set a trap for me where the only way out of the room was a hole in the ceiling with a raggedy expanding fire escape-like stairs and somehow not the door I used to enter the room.
The Germans were dressed as Nazi’s, and the guy I chased into the room disappeared. So, I go for the attic-style stairs and fail to climb up. I must’ve have had my out of shape body in the dream and was unable to pull myself up fast enough.
The Nazis pulled me down and started speaking German words that I understood but cannot recall. I pulled a knife from my boot or bottom pants pocket and started stabbing and tussling. I killed a bunch of them, but I eventually lost and found myself in dream #2.
Dream #2 Foot Race with a Backpack
Dream #2 took me to a running among a pack of people from high school, the military, and some unknown extras. In this dream, it was clear that I was my younger, healthier awesome-at-running self. At some point the run turned into a race that reminded me of cross country races where we all acknowledged that pushing and stepping on each other was the norm.
I just wanted to win without friction – which let me know that I was operating with my now age 40 brain in this younger body. I decided to fly to the unclear finish line after the race hit its turnaround point in an empty factory. After flying for some time, I decided I wanted to feel more badass, so I came back down to the ground with the other runners.
That’s when I noticed my backpack was with me – the laptop bag that doesn’t have the waist strap that I would’ve preferred to have during a foot race. During the race, I thought it would take my badass-ness up a notch to run barefoot (Yup, I recently read that article about the African man who ran a race barefoot because the officials complained about the kind of Nike’s he had on).
I tucked my non-Nike shoes toes down into the back of my shorts with my socks in a ball stuffed inside of one of the shoes. Running barefoot with a Backpack felt like the right amount of badass I needed. It’s important that I feel superior in my dreams.
The race would eventually run through a nice looking area that reminded me of one of the beach races on a Mario Kart game. The race would end on a beach that was already populated with really, really attractive brown-skinned women. The race and it’s winner was immediately forgotten about.
As I walked walked through the sand, I planned to jump into the beaches waves to clean off the sweat. My feet started moving way too slowly while walking through the sand, and I couldn’t turn it off. I felt embarrassed and angry about the slow walking and woke myself up.