Wilt Chamberlain

I had a dream that I was visiting some friends.
A group of them
Decided to live together
To save money.
They didn’t have much furniture
And had to make due with the space available.
The linen closet had people’s clothes in it.
The kitchen cabinets had personal items.
They just made due with what they had.

I don’t remember how many lived in the house.
But there were ladies and gents in the household.
But it was all platonic,
All about trying to get ahead financially.

I went into the basement
And found more clothing,
Folded neatly on a table.
It wasn’t the laundry.
I think it was just that there wasn’t enough closet space
And no dressers in the house.

And then I saw a light on
In the back of the basement.
It was the laundry room.

I hadn't noticed this room before
as it was sort of hidden from view.
It was the light that made me notice it.

And it was more of the same,
Personal items, clothing, ect.
And then I saw a gentlman there.
He said that the laundry room
Was his bedroom.

And then I realized
That it was Wilt Chamberlain.
He said that the others in the house
Hadn’t recognized him.
He asked that I not tell them his true identity.
I’m not sure,
But I think he was trying to see firsthand
How people with limited resources
Manage to find a way to make ends meet.

Note:
Isn’t Chamberlain deceased?
Why do I keep having dreams in them
With people who are deceased?
Also,
What’s with the recurring theme
Of hidden rooms?
What meaning does hidden rooms in dreams have?

Flying Frisbee

I had a dream that was really different.

I was looking out of the window
and I saw two men who were very well dressed.
They had on dark suits with ties
and an overcoat.

It was dark,
so I didn't think they could see me.

And then I saw one of them
reach his hand into one of the windows.
I wasn't sure what he was doing,
though later I would realize
that he had a long extension cord
and was just pluggin it in.

I saw them raise something up to their face
and I thought they had guns
and were getting ready to take aim,
so I fled
yelling to others in the house
that men with guns were outside.

When I got to the next room,
I realized that what they actually had was cameras.
They were taking pictures of me.
I couldn't figure out why.
But then I just decided to let it go.
I mean,
they weren't dangerous.

As I sat in the room,
I saw a colorful, transparent disk type thing.
It wasn't really a frisbee,
because it was flat.

Somehow I felt like there was a spirit in the room.
So I called out to it.
I told it to lift the frisbee thing
and bring it to me.

And when I saw the frisbee start moving
I got scared so I got up to leave the room
but the frisbee hit me in the ankle.

I picked it up and went into yet another room.
My son was in there.
I told him what just happened.
He told me to do it again.

And so I did.
I told the spirit to give me the frisbee.
The frisbee came to me
as if someone had thrown it, in true frisbee fashion.
I threw it back,
and then after landing,
it got up and came to me again.

My son tried to do it,
but the spirit would not make a move for him.

We decided to ask the spirit some questions.
I decided to find out if it was male or female.
"You are a women?" I asked.
And then,
what seemed to be a male voice,
said, "Yes."
My son and I laughed.
It was very quite, spoken in a low voice,
but it was clearly audible.

The Secret Room

Another short dream,
but one that is very interesting.

I had a dream that I was in the basement
in the laundry room.
I had a can of Raid
because there were a lot of of those little fruit flies.
I found where they were coming from.
There was a pipe coming out of the wall,
I think it was a water pipe.
But they were tucking themselves in behind the wall.
So, I had the bug spray and was going to spray them out of there.

But then,
I noticed a light coming from the small spaces
around that pipe.
I took a closer look,
and I could see that there was another room,
a secret room on the other side.

I tried to figure out how to get in that room.

But,
before I could figure out how to get in,
my eldest son found the way.
There was secret passage to that room
about half way down the stairs to the basement.

The room was basically,
just another basement.
Cement floor, unfinished walls,
ductwork, etc.

The room seemed to be midpoint
between the first floor and the basement,
which was virtually impossible for it to be so.
But there it was.

We had a secret room.