had reoccuring dreams as a kid of me and two mysterious adults, sitting next to me on my garage roof. We slid down the roof towards the ground. The ground opened up, swallowed us, and we’d go on various adventures underground.
In the end, I’d end up coming out of the bathtub drain, sometimes the pool.
This is way before Super Mario Bros and Minecraft, but BOTH bore a striking resemblence to the dreams when they each respectively came out.
[this was probably around 1980-82]
But I’ve had thousands of dreams and can recall a lot of them. This is just one of the ones that always makes me smile.
Oddly enough, when I think back to the dream now, the mysterious bearded man to my left, has become me, as I am now. Before, it was the face of a guy I saw in the paper as a kid who was running backwards to catch a baseball and impaled himself on one of the spikes on the chainlink fence.
He survived just fine, but his picture haunted me as the pain just seemed like it must’ve been awful. I guess I redeemed him in my dream and gave him adventures or something.