Dream Entry: December Mycroft Dies

**Dream Entry**

I woke up on the couch to the sound of my alarm in the bedroom. I set it for 10:30 every morning just in case I'm not already awake. Today it was 11:08 before I heard it. I was dreaming.

It was one of those fantasy type dreams. There was a log of imagery from my past. High school lockers, Tovar Way in Chino Hills where I used to live and Dave Weldon's private investigation business were the pieces from my past that stand out the most; our next door neighbor, Jimmy, was the fantasy part.

In the dream, he was the Office Manager for Dave--a job that I used to have. I remember having some brief conversation with Dave about how he was just like me when I had the job, meticulous about everything being organized a certain way. The dream "flashed" at that point. ((FYI..my dreams tend to NOT run sequentially and there are several points where I find myself in different locations with different people so I just say that they "flash.")) I was somewhere on some sand dunes at the beach. I think I put myself here because when I see Jimmy next door, most of the time he's in shorts & and tank top with this white necklace that screams the beach to me.

Another flash and I was back on the street where I started my Chino/Chino Hills existence, Tovar Way. Something about a car, snotty neighbors searching for a stench in the air and thinking it came down the street from a "dirty" neighbor. I parked along the curb and went down to the curve in the street. ((SIDE NOTE, I just rememeber--not from the dream--going down to the house I'm describing in the dream and playing with Corey. We used to make and throw dirt clods in his backyard. He had an older sister. I thought he was cool.))

Somehow when I reached the bottom of the street where the curve is I was approaching a house that was for sale by two lesbians. I passed the house and saw myself staring into glass windows through to Jimmy who was working in Dave's office. Flat screen monitors caught my eye and I had to take one home to use. I was trying to be covert so that Jimmy wouldn't see me "taking" the monitor because I knew he'd be anal about wanting me to sign it out the proper way. He had never spoken to me before, but he knew of me from Dave talking about how I "used to" run things. He caught me "taking" the monitor and approache the subject with a shy respect. I mentioned that I was just quickly trying to swipe it out so that I wouldn't have to fill out a bunch of forms (as was procedure, I guess) and he resonded by saying, "Well, can you at least just sign the check-out sheet." I complied and there was that moment where we had nervous smiles and I left.

The rest of the dream is classically high school. (Lockers and and all) I'm getting tired of typing. Dream dream dreams.... haha