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A Recurring Dream

Posted: December 18, 2016 in Dreams

So I’ve had this recurring dream over the past 30+ years. dreamIt’s unique in that it’s exactly the same every time. It’s never scary, but rather sort of calming. It goes like this . . .

I’m riding quietly in the back of a big limousine through an empty city. It’s so still you can’t hear the car engine, and all I can see is the back of a man’s head as he drives. He has a black hat on, one of those you see on regular limousine drivers.

As I look out the window, I see the scenes of a big city, except that it’s devoid of people. No other cars, no pedestrians, nothing. Finally, we pull over to the curb.

I open the door myself and get out. The driver never turns around or gets out. I’m in front of a huge, silver, shiny building that stands seemingly 200-stories high.

There is no name on the front of the building.

I walk up, open the huge glass door, and enter.

I’m in a lobby with lots of gold and marble, but there is no reception area, no people, nobody there to greet me.

In front of me stands a pair of elevator doors, really gold and glistening in the bright light. Something compels me to push the button, and the doors open. I get in and begin an eerily quiet ascent upward. To where I have zero idea, because there are no buttons, nothing on the walls of the elevator.

Finally, I come to a stop and the doors open. What I see before me is a huge room with white floors, white chairs and tables covered in white table cloths. The room seems to cover the entire floor of the building, and I can tell I’m on the very top floor. Floor to ceiling windows surround me on every wall. There seem to be 100 tables with chairs around them, and all are empty except for place settings of white plates and white napkins. Only the polished silverware stands out against the whiteness.

Finally, I see two figures all the way back at the far corner of the room. They’re seated at a table, so I begin weaving my way through the tables towards them. As I draw nearer I see that they too are adorned in white. An Asian woman is at the back of the small table facing me, and a man with long brown hair sits across from her with his back to me.

As I arrive at their table the woman smiles, and it’s a face I recognize. Then the man pushes back his chair, stands, and turns to me. He extends his hand towards me and smiles.

It is then that John Lennon says this:

“Shoe. What kept ya?” 

I know, weird. Like I said, it’s always the exact same dream. I wonder what it means? Am I ascending to heaven? That doesn’t seem likely. And Yoko’s still alive. Any experts out there?


I’ve been lucky enough to do a lot of cool things in my life. I really can’t complain. I’ve been behind the bench at Final Fours, been courtside during the glory days of Duke-Maryland, been to a handful of World Series games, a Presidential Inauguration and an NBA All-Star game. I saw Hank Aaron tie Babe Ruth’s home run record, and I’ve been backstage at several rock concerts and even met a few rock stars. Hell, I even stared into a volcano less than 36-hours before it erupted for the first time in recorded history.

Still, there a several things I want to do before I die. Some are going to be pretty easy to achieve. Others, not so much.

Will I make all of these happen? Not likely. Will I try? Oh yeah. I’ll give what I perceive to be my chances of meeting my goals after the description. Let us begin . . .


Allow me to tell you a quick story. Back in college I led a group of my friends to Xenia, OH where we intended to do the whole skydiving thing. I actually organized the trip. We got there and went through the whole practice routine. Back then you had to jump off a little platform and practice your landing roll and whatnot. Anyway, we got up in the air and I was first in line. They rolled open this big cargo door and suddenly I could see cornfields and roads and cows and stuff down below. At that point every single fiber of my being was screaming at me, “Man cannot fly. You are not supposed to do this.” At that point I just froze. I couldn’t do it. And then, after I chickened out, I got the whole “Well, if Shoe’s not jumping I’m not jumping” thing from my moronic friends, so much to the chagrin of our instructors a grand total of nobody ended up skydiving. Bottom line I’ve regretted it ever since, and although I’m terrified of heights I’m taking the plunge. Soon. I have to. Who’s with me?

My chances: 90%. God, please help me go through with it this time.


I took piano lessons for a few years when I was little. Like the dumbass that I was, I quit to focus on, oh I don’t know, riding my bike or something. At one point I could actually play a few simple songs, and to this day I regret quitting piano. I would love to be able to sit down and play something today.

My Chances: 40%. Time is my only enemy. And I don’t mean it’ll take 30-years to learn, I mean I’ll have to find the time.


The Cavern Club.

I’ve always dreamed of going to England and seeing all of The Beatles sites. The Abbey Road crossing, the rooftop where the live “Let It Be” songs were performed, there’s even a Magical Mystery Tour that takes you down Abbey Road and past Strawberry Field. And I’m not sure I could even speak as I stood on 10 Mathew Street in Liverpool and stared at the legendary Cavern Club, where it all began. Yep, it’s still there, waiting for me. I’d also like to head up to The Netherlands while I’m in the area. I’ve always been fascinated by that part of the world.

My chances: 75%. I’ll do almost anything to make this happen. 


I want to write a novel, and I actually have some ideas. Will it be any good? I have no idea but I want to try. And I want to be published, not just do some online book that just about anyone can do these days. Stay tuned.

My chances: 10%. Like I say, writing is the easy part, getting published is another story (pun intended).


As a lover of history I have to visit both of these historic sites. I’ve been to Gettysburg, Fort Sumter, and several other places, but I simply have to see where John F. Kennedy was assassinated, visit the Book Depository, and go to the place where Davy Crockett, William Travis and the boys fought so bravely.

My chances: 99%. I just can’t put 100%. I don’t want to tempt fate.


For as long as I can remember I’ve wanted to travel The Mother Road, the Main Street of America. Yes, there are places where you have to hop on the interstate for a while, but most of it is still intact. It begins in Chicago and ends in Los Angeles, and it’s mostly two-lane blacktop. It was in decline for years but has been largely restored. As a kid I used to watch a TV show called Route 66, and I’m pretty sure that’s where I originally got the idea. “Get your kicks on Route 66!” Oh, and preferably this trip will take place in a convertible, top down of course.

My chances: 85%.  Don’t have to do this. Need to do this.


Preferably Alabama, Georgia, LSU, or Auburn. There’s just something about tailgating down south at an SEC game that’s always appealed to me. Surely there has to be a Shoe: Untied reader with connections. Anybody?

My chances: No idea, but I’ll be positive and say 67%.


Let’s see. I love shrimp, I love BBQ, I love New Orleans Cuisine. MUST. HAVE.

My chances: 95%. This will happen. 


So far I’ve only been to arenas in Chicago, Indianapolis, Orlando, Atlanta, Washington DC and Cleveland.  I also used to watch the Cincinnati Royals at Cincinnati Gardens, which is sadly about to be destroyed. There are 30 NBA teams, so I have a LONG way to go. I simply must see Madison Square Garden in New York and The Staples Center in L.A. Hey, I have time, right? Right?

My chances: 5%. That’s a lot of traveling.

So there you have it, my Bucket List. Can I make it all happen? Who knows, but I can sure try. And after all, the fun is in the journey, right?

Now if you’ll excuse me I have some planning to do.


Ever have one of those dreams that make you scream and sit bolt upright in a cold sweat? One of those dreams where you’re not 100% certain it didn’t actually happen?

Yeah, me too. Just the other night. Jeebus.

In my dream I’d just taken a shower and as I sometimes do I went to my basement door to toss the towel down the steps, where I’d grab it later and put it into a pile to wash. It was late at night and I opened the door, tossed the towel down the pitch-black steps, shut the door, and started to walk away.

But . . .

As I did that I realized something wasn’t right. I hadn’t heard the towel hit the floor at the bottom of the steps. There was an eerie silence instead, just before I’d closed the basement door.

Something told me to go back and check.

In my dream I hesitantly walked back and opened the door, but of course it was black as night. Then I reached in and turned on the basement light . . .

And there, about halfway down the stairs, was my towel, hanging in the air, clearly over a human form.

With no legs underneath it.

At that point the screaming and sitting bolt upright thing occurred, and I laid back down and attempted to slow my heart rate a few beats. Sparky, of course, was standing on my chest, licking my face and trying to calm me down.

The dream was so real though, damn it, that I just couldn’t go back to sleep.

I had to go check. I had to.

Then I actually went to the basement door, opened it, flipped on the light switch quickly, and took a look. You know, to make sure a towel wasn’t laying halfway down the steps or maybe hovering in the air over some unseen creature from the netherworld.

All the while, my main protector Spark was beside me, ready to pounce at the first sign of trouble.

Of course, nothing.

Still, even with Spark snuggled up beside me it took me a long time to fall back asleep.

Dreams, man.

And I just know I’ll hesitate before I thrown a damn towel down those steps again.

I had a dream . . .

Posted: February 18, 2015 in Animals, Dreams, Things I Love

So I woke up last night after having a vivid dream about being chased by a giant 1aalbino anteater.

Yep, that happened.

Perhaps it’s time to cut back on the “Cool Animal of the Day” posts?


Note to self: Find some baby anteater photos. That picture up there is adorable.

Go away, little ghoul.

Posted: January 1, 2014 in Dreams, Fears, Things I Hate
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So a couple weeks ago I wrote about my dreams. Here’s the link if you missed it. I wrote about how vivid they are and how I dream about complete strangers and places. Well, the other night I had a doozy, the horrific dream to end all dreams. The Granddaddy of Nightmares if you will. I literally woke up in the proverbial cold sweat at 4:30 AM and couldn’t get back to sleep. I swear to God it took me 5-minutes to work up the courage to walk into the kitchen to get a drink.

The dream was that real.

So do you want to hear about the dream? Show of hands please. OK, you asked for it. Be forewarned though, just hearing my nightmare may give you nightmares.

Here you go . . .

In the dream I was walking through an old school. It was deserted and there were papers and trash here and there on the floor. It was daylight outside but the hallways were pretty dark. It was very cold.

Suddenly, I saw something out of the corner of my eye.

There, floating a foot or so off the floor, was a red-haired girl. She wasn’t standing up, and it was like she was crawling on air. She was young, perhaps 11 or 12, was wearing a long white nightgown, and her face was contorted in agony. She appeared to be a combination of hurt and angry. In addition, her head was sort of snapping sideways from time to time.

And she was crawling towards me.

I froze, and when she got to within a few feet of me she rose up to face me. She was face-to-face with me now, just floating upright a foot in front of me. Her face appeared to be in complete pain and her mouth was open but no sound was coming out. Her jaw looked like it would become unhinged before closing again. I remember her skin looked real pale and had these red splotches on the cheeks.

Suddenly, she lunged right at me. I had no idea what her intentions were but I was pretty sure she didn’t want a kiss, unless it was a Kiss of Death. I grabbed her by the head, and it’s hard to explain but her head went back-and-forth between being a solid mass and a loose, crumbling, sawdust type of mist, sort of smoky or misty. All the while her mouth was undulating and opening and closing silently.

It was then that I woke up and sat bolt upright, actually shaking and looking around wildly. Sparky was whimpering and licking my face, trying to calm me down.

As I said, it took me a few minutes to get my head together and summon the courage to go to the kitchen. Spark usually stays on the bed when I do this at night but not this time. He marched just ahead of me, growling as if he knew that I was worried about encountering something.

And he was right. I was expecting a splotchy-faced red-haired little ghoul with a disconnected jaw to leap from around a corner and drag me to hell.

Note: Not all of my dreams are bad ones. Last night I dreamed I was eating a giant block of swiss cheese. I’m a very strange man.