Beer Can Collections: I don’t get it.

Starting to clean some stuff out in preparation of the carpet install on Saturday. I am currently working on the beer can collection cabinet. I have to admit, I’ve never quite understood the whole beer can collection thing. I was chatting with my sister, and neither of us have ever quite understood that. It’s not like women collect cans of vegetables, fruit or soup. Can you imagine if we did? “Here’s a can of Libby’s creamed corn from 1968, and here’s a Campbell’s Cream of Celery from 1955. Oh, and over here is a can of Green Giant green beans from 1982. Oh, and let’s not forget this can of Del Monte bartlett pears from 1911.”

My Spock, Saving the World, Michael J Fox, Getting a New Car Dream.

Last night I dreamed that Spock was keeping a creature locked tight in a container in a basement. The creature could not get out because if it did….it would get into everyone’s mind and make them do things to destroy the planet. Well…the lock broke. Guess who was the only one around? Yup…this girl right here. I had to hold the lid down, and radio for help. Spock arrived, and with help, fashioned a new lock system. We then went upstairs, where I told a joke and made Spock laugh. He then asked me to go out on a date.

Then I needed a new car, so I traded my Ford in on a nice little burgundy Chevy. I then met with a bunch of people at a long table, and showed them my car. During this meeting, I had to take the bank deposit to the bank, and people kept cutting in front of me. I said “Hey, what am I, chopped liver?”.

Once back from the bank, we were informed that Michael J Fox got a subliminal message sent to him to take a baby dinosaur to a gully by some woods. There were aliens and monsters there waiting to eat the dinosaur. I then walked through a downtown area, only to hear people talking about their plan to kidnap young people by telling them they were being recruited to sell magazines. They would then lure them to the gully in the woods. I had to warn someone.

I walked into the first building that I could find open. It was an organization that provided services (counseling, meals, etc) to low income or homeless people. While there, I talked Michael J Fox out of taking a baby dinosaur to the woods. Then, the suspected kidnappers came in trying to recruit people, so we successfully stopped one, and followed the rest to the gully in the woods. We rescued the good guys, and took the bad guys back to Spock so he could lock them with the creatures that get into everyone’s mind.

My kidnapping, stolen items, save old dogs, Burt Reynolds dream

In this dream, I’m at work with an old coworker. We found that some things have been stolen…money from the office, food from the fridge, Christmas decorations from inside and outside. We had also heard that people were going missing, along with dog treats and Christmas decorations around the vicinity. So, we decided we would conduct surveillance.

I went outside to set up cameras and I was facing behind the building. To my left, there are a line of trees, with a big field behind the building and another line of trees. I could feel someone watching me from the treeline back in the field. It was then I caught a glimpse of someone in the trees, but couldn’t make out who.

Since most of the shenanigans were going on after business hours, my coworker and I decided we would set up in a little shop across the street and watch. We saw someone outside the building get hit on the head and dragged off, but couldn’t make out by who. That person got taken out back into the field where all the trees were. We also learned that the dog bakery was broken into.

The next morning, we set out to find the place these people and things were being taken to. We make the trek across the field, and we find a very out of place covering of evergreen, complete with Christmas decorations. We moved some of that back to find the entrance to a very primitive looking, but intricate home. It was like that of a hermit. There appeared to be nobody there, and so we went inside. Upon entering, we found a conveyor belt filled with all kinds of homemade dog treats, 2 refrigerators filled with stolen food from the break room, and 2 or 3 people…one being a vet tech. She told us that this person was taking people’s old or sickly dogs, and older dogs from shelters, because the person believed that the owners/shelters weren’t doing enough for these old dogs. Of course, now that he had all these old dogs, he needed people to take care of them and prepare special food and dog treats. So, he would stalk people, and bang them over the head with a frying pan, and drag them back to his hidden hideout. The bothersome part is….some of these old dogs had already died, and they were in freezers.

We convinced the vet tech to come with us, and we loaded up some things in the trunk of my car to report to the authorities. She said we had to hurry, because he’d be back soon. Once we got everything we needed in the car, we hid her in the back seat. My coworker called the authorities. Suddenly, we heard something from around back of our work building, underneath a tree in a chair. It sounded like someone singing. It was Burt Reynolds….and he was singing The Gambler by Kenny Rogers. Could it be that Burt was indeed the one taking the old dogs, treats, and people to this hidden hideout?

It was decided that I strike up a conversation with him, and so I said “Hey Burt….that’s a pretty good rendition. I didn’t know you could sing.” As I kept him engaged, the authorities were at the hideout rescuing the other couple of people (one of which was related to old Burt), and helping to reunite the surviving old dogs with their owners.

My practical joke, fundraising, murder scene, tornado dream

So, last night I dreamed I was part of a practical joke show, and went to someone’s house with a Donald Trump impersonator, and the people ended up punching him. He was like “Dude…it’s a practical joke show…you actually won something big…don’t punch me anymore.”

Then, I was doing a fundraiser with my daughter for some church or something, and I had to go out on a crotch rocket with this handsome man who spoke Spanish (Looked like young Antonio Banderas). I lost his pen.

We then ended up in a building looking for an office, and came upon a room that had been a crime scene. We were looking for anything out of place, or for traces of blood on the walls, when someone told us we had 6 hours to come up with a new fundraiser.

As I walked outside, there were 3 funnel clouds above me, and my Spanish speaking motorcycle dude was nowhere to be found, so I had to walk. I went into my mom’s old Beauty Shop, which is now part of the old Metro Lab building, (histology department) and told everyone to take cover, because there was a tornado coming. After the tornado, I was back home, with little kids in the front room, and there was a white dog and a doberman pup at my front door.

My Going Camping Dream

Last night I dreamed some friends and I were going camping. First I stopped at the folks, to make sure I had enough stuff. While there, the special guest in the middle living room wanted a sandwich, so I made him one. Mom was making a roast, so she had me put roast on his sandwich.
Before the camping trip, we wanted to make a sign, so I had to go to the mall. I didn’t have my car, so I took the bus. Someone I didn’t like was getting on the bus, so I had to cover my face with my hat. After arriving at the mall, I found I no longer had the stuff for the sign. While trying to figure out what happened to that stuff, I saw my friend Theresa going into the mall, so naturally, I hollared and we started talking about my camping trip.
Suddenly, Donald Trump appears on a bus bench and tells us “The Turtle is going to win, because he’ll be the best looking. As unfortunate as that is, it’s true.” He then gripped his ride side, began moaning in pain and belching. As Theresa and I were going through the anatomy on the right side, The Donald disappeared.
Then, on my way to the campground, I stopped at a pharmacy. They desperately needed help, so I jumped in and helped them. Afterward, I went to my camping trip. While camping, there was a baby sleeping with me, and when I woke up, I couldn’t find the baby.

The Baby in my House Dream

Last night, I dreamed there was a baby in my house.  This baby wasn’t just any baby, mind you.  This baby was mine, which totally shocked me, since I’m over 60.  In my dream, I couldn’t help but wonder how on Earth I had a baby at my age.  My mind started racing since I have nothing, and I mean nothing for a baby anymore.

All my grown up kids came by and looked at this cute little bundle of joy…this little blonde baby girl…and asked where she came from.  Still in awe that I was even holding this little baby, I said “Hell, I have no clue, she just appeared.  I found her in my room in a box.  What am I going to do with a baby?  I have no baby things….” So I started telling them what I needed and putting them in charge of finding things.

First thing I needed….a proper rocking chair.  Poof, one appears in the front room.  Then, I needed bottles, and diapers.  Someone brought those in the house.  Suddenly, I realize I have no crib, and she’ll have to sleep in a laundry basket.  So, my husband says “I’ll take the car and go find a crib.”  To which I reply “You are not taking my car…you have no driver’s license.”  Then, I look out the window and notice all these big trucks outside, and the neighbors are racing go carts up and down the street.  I opened the door and yelled, “I found a baby in my house and I have no crib….this baby needs a crib!”  Well, one of the guys in one of those big trucks went to find me a crib.

Suddenly, poof, my old bassinet from when I was a baby appeared in my front room.  I shouted with amazement, because my bassinet had long since passed on to bassinet heaven.  Then, I look off to my right, and there’s a changing table.  Poof, appeared out of nowhere.

I then tucked this little baby in the bassinet, and put that bassinet next to my bed, where the box I found her in had been.  I laid down in my bed and went to sleep.  I woke up from my dream, expecting to find a baby in a box…but all I awoke to was my new puppy with his bell on his collar running into my room.

 

 

I Got Chased by Lions and Dated Rob Lowe Dream

I’m walking though some wooded terrain to get to a campground, when I noticed some lions.  I asked someone where the lions came from, and was told that they had escaped a zoo, and nobody was ever able to catch them.  Needless to say, I decided that walking through lion infested woods might not be the brightest thing someone could do, so I decided to slowly back away and return to my vehicle.

Upon that decision, I start to slowly walk backwards to my vehicle, being very careful not to turn my back on these lions.  By the time I got halfway back, there were 3 male lions and at least 4 or 5 females.  At first they didn’t seem to mind that I was there (or anyone else for that matter), but then, one changed it’s mine.  A male came charging toward me, another was off to my right in the distance, and a female was off to my left in the distance.

My first thought was that I must protect myself, but all I have in my hands are my purse , a bag full of goodies and the arm off of some sort of very large stuffed toy.  I decided to shove the stuffed toy arm in the lion’s mouth, which I did.  Much to my surprise, he proceeded to play with it.

I got to my car, with other lions still following, and my car door wouldn’t shut.  Enter into the dream Rob Lowe.  Not only does he get my car door shut, but he drives.  Normally, I don’t let anyone drive my car, but hey, it’s Rob Lowe.  He told me he thought I was one tough cookie to take on a lion with nothing but the arm of a stuffed toy, so he’s like to take me to lunch.  Of course….he’s Rob Lowe, so I agreed.

We got to our destination,  ordered our lunch and drinks, and just were having a grand time chatting about how I saved myself from the jaws of a lion, when Rob Lowe looks across the room and asks “Hey, is that Martin Eng?”  Now, mind you, I don’t know Martin Eng from Adam, but I must have in this dream.  My reply, “Well, I do believe it is.”  Then, I notice my friend Bonnie across at another table, so I go over, and put my arm around her shoulders and wait for her to notice me.  She said “Kelly, you’re so funny!” We chat a bit and I return to the table.  Once there Rob Lowe hands me a note with some jewelry he had been untangling.   One piece of jewelry is a necklace with the number 85.

“What’s this?” I asked.  Rob Lowe responds that he hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting such a tough gal before, and he wanted to give me this collection of jewelry.  He asked if it would be ok if he asked me out on some dates.  He also told me 85 was the year he graduated.  Now, I don’t know if he meant college or high school.  Heck, I don’t even know how old Rob Lowe is.  But, hey, it was Rob Lowe, and he was dreamy.  So, after hesitating a bit about our imagined age difference, I accepted his gift of jewelry.  Then my cat woke me up.

I guess I should stop watching Steve Irwin specials and King Kong movies before bed. Nah.

Another Year Missing…Where is Trudy Appleby?

Trudy Appleby went missing August 21st 1996 from her neighborhood in Moline, IL.  She was 11 years old.  She was seen by a neighbor leaving her driveway in a grey boxy-type car driven by a young man with dark wavy hair wearing a ball cap.  She was never seen or heard from again.  Trudy was my neighbor.   All she took with her was a swimming suit and a towel.

Flash forward 23 years…..23 long years.  We still don’t know where she is…although, there is a fairly good idea about what may have taken place.  Sadly, we have had to come to terms with the distinct possibility that she met with an awful fate that day.

In 2012, a dig was done in Colona, IL near the river.  Nothing pertinent was found.

In 2017, a witness came forward stating that she had been seen in the car of a now deceased individual by the name of William “Ed” Smith in a similar car.  They were on Campbell’s Island in East Moline, just feet away from that witness.  That was the last time she was seen.  Then in October 2017, a dig was done on an empty lot, and still, nothing definitive was found.

It is believed that Trudy left her home with a member if William “Ed” Smith’s family on the pretense of going swimming.   It is also believed that she met with a terrible fate that day, and was buried somewhere, and that someone still knows what happened and what was done with her.  Someone is keeping a horrible secret….for 23 years.

Most recently, a boat was seized by the local authorities.  It is believed to be the boat that transported Trudy on the proposed “swimming” outing.  It is being tested for dna.

This last 23 years has been a horrible nightmare…..Trudy’s mother died in 2014 never knowing what happened to her only child.  Her grandmother died shortly after.  Her grandmother kept a scrapbook full of articles covering Trudy’s disappearance.  That was all she had to hold on to.  Her family continues the search for the truth, as do her friends…even after 23 years.  Why?  Because she was a bright, beautiful, witty, loving, trusting child.  Trudy Appleby…more than just a name or a statistic….a real human being who no longer has a voice.  Someone took her voice from her, as well as her future.  So, now her family and friends are the voice for Trudy.  We all want whomever knows to come forward and tell us where her body is so we can bury her and lay her to rest.

You know something, it’s time to say something.  Call the Moline Police Department at 309-524-2140 or Moline Crime Stoppers at 309-762-9500.

 

 

Adopt a Highway Cleanup: Don’t Litter!

I’m a member, (and an officer), of a motorcyclist rights organization. Our organization is part of the Adopt A Highway program….our 2 mile stretch of road is near a local forest preserve and park.

Some of our chapter members got together today to clean our stretch of highway….and I just have to say, that even though it was not the worst it has ever been, I am still appalled at the fact that we actually need to do this. The fact that people actually litter at all has never ceased to amaze me, and often times, the things we find….well, some you would not expect, and others are just plain disgusting.

Here is a list of some of the litter we found today: Booze bottles, beer cans, broken glass, fast food wrappers, pieces of styrofoam cups (lots of those), cardboard in all shapes and sizes, a deep fryer, a whole tire, a half a tire, pieces of cars, a sign for “Josh”, an ice cream business banner, a fertilizer bag, a really long piece of metal (siding maybe), used baby wipes, and a plastic tampon cover. Really? You throw your tampon cover on the side of the road? That’s just gross.

Don’t litter….it makes for an unsightly, and unhealthy, scene of what is meant to be beautiful in nature.