My Brother and a Monster Truck

Dave and I walk into a building and I see my brother. I do a double-take. I'm not sure it's my brother. It looks exactly like my brother, but it's a 3 dimensional advertisement. It's so lifelike, but it's only his head, and not his body. His ad is for a cold rememdy. It features my brother's face smiling. Then he sneezes snot all over the place. Then he's smiling again. I try to take a picture of it but my camera isn't working. The ad changes to a woman and then I see the woman from the ad. I want a picture of her but my camera still won't work. I figure out the shutter won't open so I move it manually. The woman doesn't want her picture taken so she walks right up to me and all I get is a picture of her eye. It's got so many wrinkles (like a sharpei) and is dark underneath her eye.

Then we're in an auditorium or school or something but I don't remember what happens here.

Then we're pulling into a residential driveway. I'm in the middle because I thought it was for only 1 house. It turns out there were 3 or 4 houses back there and a big, white monster trucks comes up out of nowhere, barrelling ahead, and starts honking. I move to the right but the lady thinks she's in England or something. She keeps barrelling toward us. I magically move to the side and narrowly avoid an accident.

Death

With all the death around me, this dream doesn't completely surprise me. Of course, death could also mean change. Maybe change for the better?

My step-dad died. A few days later, my mom also died. The emotions felt real and they were terrible. I was a complete mess. I remember seeing my boss' wife and just telling her with a look. I remember see the temple babysitter walking down the street and rsvp'ing to her Pampered Chef's party. I remember thinking how odd it was that she had to walk so far to where she parked her car (she lives in Shaker and parked in S. Euclid). I remember being surrounded by friends who did everything for me, but not at my house. It felt more like a restaurant.

I'm just hoping that this means change.

A Weddling

It's beena while, but I finally had a dream last night.

Last night I was at Jen and Dion's wedding. I have been friends with Dion since about 1991 or 1992 - about 15 years. In last night's dream Dion had written me a letter about 2 days before his wedding that I didn't receive until after his wedding that mentioned what an amazing person I was, etc., etc., etc. He mentioned that because I was a drifter he knew I would never cheat, but that he had to tell me his feelings. All of his friends had gotten word of his letter. Now, his letter meant a lot to me and I would never cheat, on him or me, but none of his friends knew this and they kept a close watch on us. We were at an apartment and there was a big backyard. I remember I kept going to the backyard. My kids were involved somehow, someone had to watch them, but I don't remember how.

Now, remember, this was only a dream and definitely not reality.

I love you Dad