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Dreams are fascinating. Completely unreal at times, yet not always memorable or even remembered. They can also be revealing … for the Dreamer, and those in their immediate vicinity.

Certainly, a sudden middle-of-the-night outburst can be fun, funny, sweet, even cute. But they be very rare occurrences in my experience.

With that as prologue I relate the experience I Saturday night, when I was suddenly awaken from a deep, peaceful sleep.

It went like this … (Turn the volume up!j

That’s right … the full-throated emotion, a career high point of Whitney Houston, singing the theme song from The Bodyguard! And I have to admit, it sounded pretty good!

My bed buddy’s performance ended shortly after that brief but awe-inspiring chorus, as I opted to awaken Houston’s protégée. I gently (kinda) nudged Whitney.2 awake in mid-chorus.

“Hey, Whoever-you-are … Wake up! You were singing Whitney Houston.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“You must have been dreaming. You were singing The Bodyguard!”

And I break into my own screeching rendition of Whitney being attacked by a mountain lion.

“YOU were dreaming!”, she claims.

(OK, that’s not out of the question. I mean, it was a surprisingly impressive performance. But no, it definitely wasn’t the Real Whitney. It had to be What’s-Her-Name.)

All you Dream Interpreters must be thinking … Oh, how wonderful To be soooo in love as to belt out one of the most passionate love songs from the ’90s. She must really, really LOVE The Cranky Man!

But I’m pretty sure – somewhere she called me “Kevin” …

Looking for a little help interpreting a dream I had last night. Please help me to understand this, as I am sure there is a message in there somewhere.

When people ask if you dream in color, I certainly do.

SETTING: I am bike-riding (definitely a dream clue!) in a semi-rural area with a well maintained bike path. The area is not recognizable to me (post-dream analysis). I come to a bridge obviously under construction with concrete pathways both around and through the construction zone. For some reason, the temporary path has several rather steep drop-offs that I can barely navigate, but do successfully.

Dr. K (Gerald McRaney)

At one such drop-off another biker joins me, an (much) older guy dressed for some reason in white shirt and dress pants. It wasn’t until I woke up, replaying the dream that I recognize the gentlemen as none other than Dr. Nathon Katowski – Dr. K – from the NBC series “This is us“.

Potential Predilection Admission: OK … OK … Yes, I have been playing catch-up on the new NBC series I had been hearing so much about. But I can see no basis for a connection between the TV show and my dream.

Gerald McRaney really has nothing to offer in the way of fatherly physician advice or insight. He simply looks at one of the drop-offs and mutters, “What the f—!” (Apparently I also dream in expletives.)

As we emerge from the bridge construction site, we come onto a broad field strewn with rough boulders about the size of basketballs. (Is this a detailed dream or what?) Here the path separates left and straight across the clearing. Dr. K goes straight; I go left!

MEATY DREAM ACTION: As I pedal off, I glance over the good doctor’s way. He’s about halfway across the field. Then I see them! Two … then three cute little bear cubs pop up right in the midst of Dr. K’s path. He’s off his bike, so I shout to him a warning to “Stay away from the cubs!” … even though at the time I see no momma bear.

momma-bear Not sure if he hears me or not, but at that point one of the cubs breaks off in a run and the stupid doctor (We all KNOW better, right?!?) runs after the cub. And suddenly, there is momma bear on hind legs though only slightly taller than the now-doomed doctor!

I’m too far away to do anything but yell for help. Besides, I’m certainly not stupid enough to go bear fighting. Meanwhile the bear and Doctor Doomed are kick-boxing (I kid you not …). The bear then grabs Dr. K around one shoulder and starts body punching the crap out of the helpless human. (For the record, I do like the Dr. K character. So that’s one theory out the window.)

I am reduced to waving my arms (not at all sure what that accomplishes) and screaming for help.

After what seems like an interminable period of time, some guy comes out of nowhere with a handgun – not a rifle or shotgun – and proceeds the shoot THE DOCTOR!! Then he shoots at the bear …

The last image I had – probably before being elbowed awake for snoring – was Dr. K on the ground, but still alive. Heck, he wasn’t even bloody, just lying there on the ground. His shooter/rescuer was standing over him and firing at something unseen in the near distance (likely NOT Mandy Moore).

Please provide your Dreamy Interpretations as a Comment! One important factor I neglected to mention … This dream occurred in the wee hours of Valentine’s Day morning. (That doesn’t mean anything, right?!?)

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