Live & Kern

Last night I had a dream about nickels.

These are not the nickels you’re used to seeing. Instead of round coins a little smaller than a quarter and a little bigger than a penny, they were oval-shaped.

This was controversial because I had found some not-oval nickels, which were quarter-sized but with smooth edges. That probably meant they were worth more than their 5-cent face value. (Kind of like double-stamped pennies are worth hundreds of dollars.) Instead, there was great panic that people would try to use the nickels as quarters.

I woke up with impression that this was a mistake in the ovalizing process — that for some reason, the coins were still stamped as circles, then were squished into ovals. But that would be a foolish process, and would make Thomas Jefferson’s head look squished. (As I remember it, it wasn’t, although as an oval there was a redesign, of course.)

I plan to spend the rest of the day looking closing at nickels (and quarter-sized coins).

I had a very strange dream Thursday night in which I seemed to be interviewing for a job in Wyoming. I don’t know what the job was. I don’t know why Wyoming. I don’t know why part of the interview took place on a swing set. But I’m pretty sure I was offered this mysterious job, and was going to take it.

And then I went to work and impersonated an old bird.

(For the record, I have not applied for a job in Wyoming. But I did drive through the state several years ago, and it seemed lovely.)

I woke from a very strange dream early this morning to sharp teeth in my arm. One of three things could have happened.

One, I bit my arm. Which, weirdly, was the first thing that came to mind (although in the form of a question: Ouch — why did I bite my arm?), but the Google says sleep-biting isn’t really a thing. Plus, they were sharp pointy teeth.

Two, Bearcat was annoyed by something I may or may not have done, and bit me. This has happened before, especially if I move in some way she deems threatening. Or if she’s just bored.

Three, it was cold enough outside (somewhere in the teens, before wind chill is factored in, and snowing) that a vampire was looking for someone to snuggle with.

I just remembered a strange dream from last night about a large cabinet full of silverware. What does that mean?

I had a very strange dream last night, and since I can’t remember right now what else I was going to blog about, here it is:

I was out with three friends: Two boys, one girl. I’m not sure who these people were, but if I see them again, I’ll get names. I drove where ever we were going, but one of the boys volunteered to be the designated driver for the night. (What a responsible dream!) Oh, and I was trying to avoid robots. Giant, building-size, 1950s-style robots. I’m not sure why.

Fun was had. The girl and I went to get one last drink — I ordered a gin and tonic, which is weird, because gin knocks my off my feet quicker than anything else. The girl had ordered the same thing, then switch to beer because she was “too drunk.” I know, she should’ve just stopped drinking at that point.

We found the boys and got in the car to leave — boys up front, girls in the back. (It was a dark red car, but not mine. I mean, I think in dream-world it belonged to me, but it was not the dark-red car I drive in real life. It was more of a sedan with distinct lines — maybe a Cadillac.) Sadly, upon getting in the car the designated driver popped the top on a bottle of beer. (So much for responsible dreams.)

We started home and I warned the driver to watch out for the robots. That’s when they all told me that I was the only one who could see the robots.

And then the driver stopped in the middle of an intersection, grabbed a giant yellow and orange cartoonish hammer (I’m not sure where it had been) and jumped into an open manhole.

End of dream.

Please, watch out for giant robots (if you can see them) and open manholes. I do not recommend approaching either of them.