My Dancing with John Travolta Dream

I am in the living room of a house.  Along with me are my kids, my grandkids, and John Travolta and his wife.  Mrs. Travolta and I were chatting away when John asks if I remember when I understudied for Olivia Newton John in Grease.  My kids were stunned….they had no idea.  “Well, kids” I explained, “This is a well kept secret, but yes, I understudied for Olivia Newton John in Grease….the Sandy role.”  John’s wife said “Yes, it’s true…I have seen the footage and the pictures.”  So, of course we had to prove it to them.

John Travolta starts singing “You’re The One That I Want .” and we just went into the routine, right there in the living room.  Of course we are a bit older than back in the day of filming Grease, but man, does ol’ John still have the moves.

We get to the part where Danny picks Sandy up in the routine and my rings on my right hand (I wear a LOT of rings) get stuck in his shirt under his jacket.  So, John Travolta and I are just stuck together.  Sad day in my life.  Not really.

 

 

My 414 Richmond Ave Dream

I had a dream last night that I had to drive to 414 Richmond Ave to meet up with my uncle Pat. For those that don’t know, that particular location holds a lot of great memories for myself and the rest of this family, as it was an intricate part of our lives. It was my grandpa’s house.
I rush in to find my Grandma Polly sitting in the living room waiting on Pat. “He’s running a little late.” she said. Suddenly, he comes running in the front door apologizing for his unusual lateness. It seemed he had been having a sleep study to find the source of his suddenly acquired, intense snoring. However, after hours of being hooked up to machines, and having experienced, very possibly, the least restful sleep he had ever had (after all, who can sleep hooked up to all that) he didn’t snore once.
He was wanting to show me all the changes done to the house. Off of the living room used to be a bedroom, and that had been turned into a 4 season room with big windows. The bathroom was still just off that room. The main bedroom at the front of the house was still there, but had a big chandelier in it.
As we walked down the hallway, he explained that the tenants were on their way back, and if anyone asked, his name was Harry Ashton, and grandma Polly was Nora Ashton.
We walked into the bedroom at the end of the hall, and much to my surprise found 2 cribs and a toddler bed all with sleeping babies. Then he showed me the main bathroom, which had been made much, much bigger. It had a shower and a jacuzzi type tub installed. suddenly I look up and realize an upstairs had been added, and there is yet another bathroom above us. I see water streaming down, like a waterfall. “Hey Mr. Ashton, is that water supposed to be coming down like that?” I asked. Well, no, it wasn’t, so that was something to notate for when the tenants arrived.
As we entered the kitchen, the tenants arrived, and the waterfall in the bathroom issue was discussed. The kitchen was all modernized and no longer had that red brick effect on the walls. Suddenly, there were 4 dogs at the back door wanting to be let out. As I go to let them out, 4 cats come out of nowhere, so I had to fight to keep them in. The yard was all fenced in, but someone had left a gate open, so 2 dogs got out. We go to catch them, only to find them across the street, and someone else was rounding up loose pets, because a fence had been cut. As I was going to grab the dogs, I was followed by another dog, a pony, a baby elephant and a lion.
I go back in the kitchen and realized I had to leave right away because I had to be to work in 4 hours and it takes me 3 hours to get home. So, I grabbed my Mt. Dew and hit the road.

My I’m in New Orleans on a Street Lined with Hostas Dream

I’m somewhere, walking on a sidewalk alongside a brick road lined with nothing but hostas…but purple hostas. There are hostas everywhere, lining the sidewalks, in yards…even the cars and motorcycles have these hostas on them. I’m trying to find the hotel where I am staying.
I call my sister. She said “I’m at work, so I can’t talk.” To which I respond “But, where am I?” She said “I don’t know, you tell me.” To which I respond “I don’t really know, but I think I’m in New Orleans.”
Then as I walk past another house, I see a woman get shot by some creepy little dude, who just looks at me, waves and leaves. I call my sister again and tell her “Not only do I think I’m in New Orleans, but I think I just saw someone get shot in the face.” To which she responded “You know, I work in a lawyer’s office, and you just can’t call me at work.” I replied “But you drive a schoolbus!” And she responded with “Yeah, but we park them at the lawyer’s office.”
I decide to go into the house where the woman appeared to be shot, and find someone I went to high school with. We decide to look in the adjacent home, because she thinks it may have happened there. We could not find the woman, nor could we find any blood or proof of a shooting, but we did find a room filled with cat pee and cat poop.
I then say to her “Well, it’s ok, because I think this is just a dream anyway.” We walk outside, and right next to us is a lot full of food trucks. I said to her “Oh, wow…food trucks, we just got those in Davenport, Ia.” She replied, “Yes, I read that, but our food trucks are better.” At a table by the food trucks were the friends that I went to New Orleans with, some dressed in costumes. They saw me and asked “Where the hell have you been?” I responded “Oh, you know, wondering around, looking a hostas, watching someone get shot…that sort of thing.”
I found the hotel, and we went off touring the area on foot, starting out at a mansion that my friend and her husband had been to years prior where he had obtained a lot of old tools and duct tape.