Tygar

Dream 1 (fragment): I remember sitting and talking about working out with my fiend Mike B.

Dream 2 (Fragment) – Full House?: I was (David Coulier) Uncle Joey on the show Full House. I know I am playing the role in the show. I am in a large room, on the second floor of a building that somewhat resembles the main room from the TV show. I am having a scene with Danny Tanner’s girlfriend (Vicky?). We are talking about something and then we are supposed to almost kiss. We lean in to kiss, when we hear Uncle Jessie coming up the stairs. I am now in 3rd person perspective. Uncle Joey panics, goes to the window, climbs out and climbs down the drainpipe. The scene cuts to another room, a bedroom. Uncle Joey climbs in the window out of breath. To his left are some bunk beds. The Olsen twins are sitting on the lower bed and they are about 4 years old. He looks at them and says comically “We were just talking!” and runs out of the room. Queue laugh track. I wake up.

Dream 3 – Dave gets angry: I am at kids sports event (I belive it was soccer) with my childhood friends John and Dave. We were coaching. We are driving home in a minivan. We are coming up a road near my old neighborhood, heading to John and Dave’s mother’s house (where she currently lives). We see the old neighborhood market (Pandy’s – which burned down years ago) but it is a restaurant. We decide to stop for some breakfast. We get out of the van and head toward the building when I notice it is now attached to a much larger building (it wasn’t when I first noticed it). It has an Italian feel. We go in, and the Italian feel continues with the design of the dining room. We sit in a booth and a waitress comes over. We ask for the breakfast special. She quickly brings out a large bowl. I take the bowl and notice the inside of the bowl is lined with blue, white and yellow mosaic tiles in an intricate pattern. The bowl is full of scrambled eggs mixed with bacon pieces and kielbasa. We each dish out some of the food and begin to eat (it is delicious). A woman comes into the room with her two children (a boy about 3 and a girl about 5). She sits in a booth. I then notice that there are more people in the room there were there before, but this doesn’t seem strange to me. The little book is playing with a red ball and the girl is coloring. They are not misbehaving. Suddenly the woman starts screaming and swearing at the children (abusively). Dave, John and I are aghast. Suddenly Dave, who in real life is a very meek person, stands up and yells to the woman in a booming voice “SHUT THE F#$% UP!!!!!” John and I are shocked, and so is the woman! The entire room is silent and everyone is looking at Dave. I tell him to calm down. He sits back down. I get up and walk over to the woman. I tell her that she is being verbally abusive to her children and we cannot tolerate it. I tell her if she does it again we will call the police and she will lose her children to child protective services. I then tell her the only way to discipline children with to be calm and consistent. I then go back to our table. I take the food bowl and notice that there is very little of the egg stuff left, and it looks like there is a layer of burn egg stuck to the mosaic tiles. I worry that the bowl is ruined. I wake up.