Martial Arts, Little Girl - Big Girl, and Time Dispute

May 26, 2013 - 7:40am

I believe I had a few dreams this morning.  If I recall any of the others I'll put them here.

I was on observing an Arfican-American boy, maybe 12 years old was practicing a martial art.  An adult male was acting as an attacker.  The adult stood behind the boy and acted as if he were going to give the boy a bear-hug.

The boy blocked the mans arms and did a series of moves that would have crippled the man if he wasn't just practicing.

(I was thinking that was pretty cool and thought how cool it would be to go to that martial arts school) 

From the movements of the boy I know that what he was doing was kung-fu. 

Then others I noticed others.  As I looked around, it appeared to be in an industrial area of an unknown town.  There were other people practicing martial arts in the street outside of (I think) a buklding that was their martial arts studio.

I saw a tall puerto rican or another race with an olive complection skin tone.  He was practicing some foot strikes that were part of a cartwheel.  He would drop to his hands and kick his feet over his head (from the side like a regular cart-wheel) then he would snap his legs down violently landing on the floor in an almost squatted postion.  His feet pounded loudly on the street. I guess his imaginary opponent might be on the ground, dazed, this manouver would really hurt.

Then I noticed some young kids running around, maybe playing tag.

Then I realized I was sitting at a picnic table.  A young girl,  around 6 years old ran over and tagged my leg. Then ran back.  I was observing them from about 50 feet away.  

Then another girl ran over to me.  She was a little older thatn the first girl.  Maybe 13.  She said someting, I can't remember what now. But I responded in a whisper, "okay".  She got up and moved to the other side of the picnic table.  I really saw her well, then.  She had blond wavy and curled hair.

She was beautiful!  She mimicked me and said in a whisper, "okay". Like she was flirting.  She asked me what time it was, so I pushed the button on my talking watch.  It said 6:12 pm.  So I repeated it to her.

Then, she was gone.  Now the picknic table had other adults sitting around it.  A woman sitting on the right-most-end seemed to want to correct my time recitation.  She had brown frizzy shoulder length hair and was about 55 years old.  She said something like, "6:18 is more like ti" with a condescending 'I'm right, you're wrong'  tone. So I looked up at a clock on the wall.  how there was a clock on a wall when we were outside is a mystery to me.  Anyways, I saw a round clock was a little fast.  Then that same woman conceeded, "Maybe the clock is a little fast".

This is all I remember of this dream.

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Gordon Ramsey, Utica New York, Grocery Store Kitchen Conveyer Nightmare - Dream

Thursday May 16, 2013 ... second dream this morning...

I was in a SUV-type vehicle, maybe a Hummer riding through a city.  Gordon Ramsey, one of my co-passengers asked, "Do you know anyplace around here I can get some tarragon?"  I believe prior to him asking this question it was understood that he was coming to my house to do a show on  how to cook a particular chicken dish... fricassee I think.  I don't know what it is, so I was along for the dream-ride to find out.

Suddenly I recognized where we were.  We were on Mohawk Street in Utica, New York, driving away from the parkway, toward South Street, and just passed James Street.

It has been many years since I lived in Utica, so the reason this dream took place there is a mystery.

I said, "I think I know where we are.  There's a store right up here on the right."  The grocery store used to be called 'Price Chopper', though I don't know if that's what it still is.  Incidentally,  I went to 7th and 8th grade almost right next door at Roscoe Conkling School.

So, we pulled into the Grocery parking lot.  Gordon Ramsey looked satisfied.   We went into the back where an in-store cooking-line was in progress.  Ramsey went immediately behind the double-swung port hole kitchen doors to the back where several people stood working a conveyer line grill.

They had chicken, ribs, sausage and hot dogs and some other sausage-like product moving along at a high speed - cooking.

Gordon went and spoke to the first person on the line.  (I don't know what he said because he almost whispered in the guy's ear).  I explained to a curious someone that (as I pointed) "that is Gordon Ramsey and he wants to see what you are doing."  The concerned someone said, "Is it really?!"  I said it was and we had permission to look the situation over.

From my right to left was about five people working that line.  I wondered how the food could possibly cook thoroughly when it moved down the line that quickly.  You see the conveyer-belt-grill took the food from one end to the other in a matter of about a minute and the grill was about twelve feet long.  There was one fellow, I believe the fourth guy in line, who took care of the sausage-like product.  He would pull them off the conveyer part onto a standard grill, cook them for a while then push them back on the conveyer grill... looking well-done.

Gordon Ramsey, though, was disgusted with the situation.  He immediately flew off the handle saying, "You can't cook it like that!  The food  doesn't have time to get cooked all the way through."   And, "You are serving people this stuff?"

He was cussing f--- this and f--- that.

I don't know if we ever got the tarragon, but Gordon stormed out of the grocery store and I followed along.

I commented to Gordon Ramsey, "You're temper is like a blow torch, all it takes is one little match and you explode."  Gordon Ramsey laughed and said, "That's what  other people have told me."

This is all I remember of this dream

Mini-Computers and Strange Baseball Overalls

Somehow this post didn't publish so this is my second try at posting it.

I awoke this morning at 4:15am this morning.

There was a counter with some mini-computer devices on them.  They were smaller than tablets, but larger than i-phones.  

I was unable to use them because of my poor vision, so I was looking for an accessibility wizard to get me a magnifier so that I could see.  These devices were cool.  They were tethered to the counter by a cord, like you see at the camera section of Walmart.

Next thing. (I know I'm forgetting some of what I had written this morning.)

At first I saw a photograph of an incident that (supposedly) occurred back in the 50's, 60's or early '70's.  The photo was taken in a boy's bathroom of a school.  The picture showed the exterior opaque window-lined wall and a couple dudes in the foreground.   The thing with this photograph was it showed a male figure crashing through the window butt first from the outside.  He was dressed like a rugby or baseball player.

Next thing I know I'm outside with  some similar team and I am witnessing a scuffle between some players.  I don't remember if I was a participant or not at this point.

Next thing I know I was under a pavilion-type structure that was kind of like a dugout, but it was much closer to home plate.  In fact, when one went up to bat he only needed step outside the shade of the roof on the side of the pavilion to go up to bat.  

A  guy went up to bat.  He was pitched a ball that he undercut.  The ball popped up, and the players under the pavilion with me began yelling, "it popped up take another swing."  He did, and connected.

It was a short bouncer and when the guy ran toward first, the ball actually hit him in the legs.  But, he wasn't out.  He kept running and stopped at  first.

The guy had overalls on that were much too big and  long.  I overheard someone say they help hold him up. (I don't know what that meant.)  Then the guy said they are long and moist.

This is all I remember of this dream. 

 

Baseball Practice Dream

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I wouldn't have remembered this dream if I didn't see a news report  this morning about Prince Harry helping some kids at a youth baseball clinic.

Wednesday May 16 2013

I dreamed I was helping a couple kids field some baseballs that I tossed up and hit with a bat.

I remember most of the balls I hit were grounders to the same kid.  I tied to hit some fly-balls, but when I tossed the ball up, I was unable to swing the bat fast enough to hit the ball before it hit the ground.

I didn't know who the kids were.

This is all I remember of this dream.

EAR POPPING TORNADO TRIES TO GET ME

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WEDNESDAY MAY 1, 2013-

I just recalled part of a dream I had last night.  I remembered this dream because of the rain we are having today and a weird sensation I just had in my left temple.

I remember being in a room, maybe it was a one-room cabin.  I was in this room with someone (don't know who), and a tornado was coming.

We knew it was approaching because of the sound, then my ears began popping as if I were gaining altitude in an airliner.  I knew the tornado was directly above us, and I was hoping against hope that the cabin would survive the violent winds then a door flung open (outward), I think it was the exterior door, but I began to get sucked out of the cabin.  I was sitting on the floor sliding toward the door.

This is all I remember of this dream.