My World of Parkinsonian Delights

Weird Dreams? I've Had 'Em! But THIS One… Whooooo!

I’ve had weird dreams before, but in the all-time Weird Dream index, this one’s in the Top 10.

I was walking through the woods in the dark trying to find the National Naval Medical Center in Bethesda, where I served as a Navy Corpsman from 1973-1974.  I struggled up a craggy, rocky hill and found a railroad track.  I figured if I followed the track, it would take me right to the medical center.  Then my flashlight went out, and it was absolutely dark.  I mean, no light whatsoever.  That’s odd for a dream, to be dreaming and not SEE anything.

Anyway, I saw the light of a train approaching and used its illumination to find a crossing point on the track.  The engineer jumped out of the train and started yelling at me about trying to cross the track, but I was having trouble making out what it was he was saying.

The train moved on, I crossed the track and made my way towards the medical center.

There was a small, green coin purse on the path.  I picked it up and opened it and noticed there was an ID card, money and some photos.  There was $75 — in the form of a $5 bill and a $70 bill.  The $70 bill had a picture of Ben Franklin on it, but he had weird, cartoony eyes.  I looked at the pictures, and as near as I could tell they were pictures of the woman who lost the coin purse.  They were pornographic in nature, and resembled small paintings more than actual photos.

The National Naval Medical Center in Bethesda, MD.

So I went to the lost and found at the hospital, which was in a huge room that I somehow recognized.  In fact, I told the two ladies behind the counter, “I haven’t been in THIS room for a LONG time.”  It seemed like the Patient Affairs office I used to work in 37 years ago was right down the hallway, although I couldn’t say for sure.

So, having turned in the coin purse, I made my way towards my room.  My roommate, Ben Krech (who was my producer when I worked at XM Satellite Radio and is currently serving his country in the Army), greeted me in the hallway and rubbed a handful of black dirt on my white uniform.  I asked him why he did that and he said, “You’ll see.”

I headed to my room and found a huge pile of the same black dirt and sticks on the floor in between the two beds.  I looked at my bed, and saw it had new sheets on it — crudely drawn pictures of Ben kissing the same girl whose pictures I saw in the coin purse.

Then Raven, realizing it was almost 6 am, whined pitifully, nudged my bed, and brought me back to reality.

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2 responses

  1. “I asked him why he did that and he said, ‘You’ll see.'”

    haha pretty random.

    Did you write this as soon as you woke up? I never remember my dreams. Certainly not well enough to retell them. Except for this one where I was a nature photographer. It was weird and for some reason the only dream I’ve remembered in the past few years.


    Happy weekend Bill!

    David, Scribnia

    May 21, 2010 at 5:16 pm

    • Parky Bill

      Bizarre and vivid dreams are part and parcel of Parkinson’s disease. Mine are generally weird but entertaining.

      May 21, 2010 at 5:22 pm

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