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The Bust of Aaron Rodgers

Cast of characters:

  • Torgeir and Roar, Norwegian brothers on the Netflix series “Lilyhammer”
  • Laurence – A former French co-worker in Chicago; my age-ish, and great!

Historical context:

  • I have been binge watching Lilyhammer the past week.  Funny show… you should check it out!
  • GO PACKERS!
  • Love me some rice!
  • Yellow is my favorite color.

The dream:

This dream was super short and sweet.  I was standing in the parking lot of Lambeau Field, home of the Packers, in Green Bay, Wisconsin (OK, technically in Ashwaubenon).  The parking lot was snowy, but it had been plowed, and it was sunny outside.  Torgeir and Roar were with me, and we were the only ones in the parking lot.  Torgeir was wearing a green sweatshirt with “Green Bay Packers” written in yellow pacman-esque letters.  He was wearing an open winter jacket over the top.  I know that Roar was there, but I don’t remember what he was wearing.  We were in the parking lot, because Torgeir and Roar had entered a competition that was about to start in the parking lot.  What type of competition, you ask?  Well, it was a competition to build a statue (or a bust, rather – mid-chest and up) of Aaron Rodgers using nothing more than sticky rice and soy sauce.  All of a sudden, Laurence was there, wearing my favorite yellow sundress.  Then, suddenly, she wasn’t wearing the sundress anymore, but instead was bundled up in outdoor winter clothes.  She was there to supervise their Aaron-Rodgers bust building.

The end.

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Lamborghinis in Rwanda

Cast of characters:

  • Jessica F. – Longtime friend and former roommate in Madison, WI.
  • Random men in suits.
  • Me

Historical context:

  • I visited Rwanda in October 2012.
  • I would never park somewhere where I might get a ticket.
  • I have no particular affinity towards Lamborghinis.

Last night’s dream:

It was a bright and sunny day in Rwanda.  I was not in any particular city; just in a big bustling city in Rwanda.  I was standing on a frontage road/street that ran alongside a main road.  There were men everywhere dressed in conservative, drab suits, walking here and there at a quick pace.  The curbs were crumbling.  The stores were accurate… open-front stores with the goods set out on display on the sidewalks.  There was a big box of black shoes in front of one store.  All of a sudden I was in a car, driving up and down the frontage road, looking for a place to park.  I couldn’t find a legal place to park anywhere.  When I’d get to a T in the road, I’d turn around in a parking lot and go back to the other end of the street.  Back and forth, back and forth.  I finally called Jessica F. on my cell phone while I was driving.  I told her that I couldn’t find a place to park.  She told me to come back to the East end of the street, and when I got there, I could see that she had a place to park in a parking lot.  She was with four guys in suits in a maroon Lamborghini.  The Lamborghini was actually an old, 1980s, dull-looking, 4-door sedan, but in my dream, it was a Lamborghini.  I couldn’t believe that Jessica was in a Lamborghini!  Though the parking lot was empty except for the Lamborghini, I couldn’t park there for some reason.