Dream #88 (December 14, 2009)

This is much more realistic than the previous two nights.

This entire dream took place inside of De la's car. She was driving, Nathan was in the front passenger seat, and I was in the back.

For almost the entire dream, I was just keeping to myself, looking out the window. Nathan and Deighlha were talking to each other almost the entire time, but I could not comprehend what they were saying. They paid no attention to me.

After quite a drive, they finally included me in a conversation. I talked about the vast amount of time most writers put into their work that often goes overlooked. I mentioned that people sometimes think shooting and editing take a long time, but they don't take into account the writing process. Then Nathan said to me, "Other people put in a lot of time to film too. Did you know that the guy who played Shaggy in the real-people Scooby Doo movies once sat in a room for 36 hours straight just practicing his Shaggy voice?" I'm nearly certain that this statistic isn't true in any way. I've never even seen the Scooby Doo movies with real people.

That made me wonder if some of the facts and statistics I know today actually came from my dreams. I often mix my dreams and reality, so it is entirely possible. But that kind of discussion is for a different kind of blog (which I do not write).

Anyways, I thought it was strange that Nathan knew that information.

Then I looked back out the window and tuned them out.

Eventually, I woke up.

Dream #87 (December 13, 2009)

This is more bizarre than the night before.

Right at the beginning of last night's dream, a small spaceship I was driving crashed into a brown, sandy planet. Many of my crew died as a result of the accident, but me and about five others survived (my old roommate, Kevin Chupp, was among the survivors).

When we exited the ship, we seemed to be all alone on the planet, with no sign of life anywhere. However, after a few minutes of wandering, several large and colorful puppet-like monsters approached us from off in the distance. There was a green monster with long hair and a tusk, a purple monster resembling a polar bear, a red long-necked monster, a ball-like yellow monster, and more.

When they reached us, they seemed to be quite friendly. They greeted us kindly and offered us a place to stay.

We followed them to this promised housing. Oddly, the place we traveled to resembled a football stadium (except is was about ten times the size). We were taken to a room underneath the stadium, which strangely resembled a jail cell, which caused a little unrest among the crash survivors.

After we received a meal of crackers and tomato soup, we were locked into the stadium, without a word from the monsters.

Suddenly, my dream jumped five years in the future. I had a knowledge of my history. I was a fighter who competed in to-the-death matches in the stadium in front of large crowds of monsters. I also knew that I had been planning an escape for several years. I, along with Kevin (who was the only other member of the crew still alive), had bribed our various jail guards for different tools. We were building an explosive.

Finally the day came when Kevin traded his gum to the guard for the final red piece of explosive we needed (I'm not sure exactly what it was because I know nothing of explosives). We assembled the device and, with little caution, set off the bomb and eliminated the wall of our cell. As a result of the explosion, several loud and annoying sirens sounded, calling multitudes of monsters to chase after us as we tried to run away.

We reached the wall of the stadium, and we were able to climb to the top. However, Kevin slipped and fell right as we got there. I did not want to leave my friend, so I went back down to fetch him.

When I got down there, we no longer had time to make it up the wall, so we went through a door, which led to an unknown area underneath the stadium where we had not previously ventured.

Fortunately, after walking down several very dark hallways, we entered a large spaceship hanger. We had so many options of spacecraft that we didn't know which one to choose.

Then I awoke. I was angry because I wanted to finish the dream out.

Dream #86 (December 12, 2009)

This is insane.

In my dream, I was the caretaker at an orphanage, located in the middle of a vast woods. At the orphanage I would drive the kids around in a big yellow bus while singing children's songs. After a few trips, night fell, so my work was finished.

After all the kids got off of my bus, I drove it into the city. This particular city was very dark (probably because it was the middle of the night). When I approached a large building, I parallel parked the bus in between two small cars, exited it, and met up with George Clooney.

Together we went into an enormous department store. We put on a couple of ski masks and began mercilessly beating all of the employees until their faces were nearly smashed in (I don't know where this grotesque violence comes from). Then George told me to go to the top of the tallest display (which happened to be about forty feet tall) in order to take a very valuable gem.

I leaped up onto the display and climbed in a similar manner to how Mario climbs the nets in Super Mario Bros. for Super Nintendo (it was interesting because I could only climb vertically and horizontally, not diagonally). I was avoiding policemen the whole time.

Unfortunately (or fortunately for the innocent people I was harming) one policeman grabbed ahold of my leg and threw me to the ground. I fell about thirty feet, hitting the ground hard. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw George Clooney getting shot.

With a burst of adrenaline, I shot to my feet and sprinted out of the department store. Then, to my surprise, all of the citizens of the city I was in began to surround me. I was looking into the pupils of the crazy-eyed mob when, in unison, they all piled on top of me.

Then I awoke (as usual, to the sound of my roommate combing his hair).

Dream #85 (November 25, 2009)

This was very bizarre.

The dream began inside of an enormous city-sized hospital/children's playground. The entire place had a very odd feel. First of all, anything that was not the floor, a door, an object, or an important wall was a black abyss. The stairways were winding without any visible means of support and all the floors were checkerboard patterned.

My old roommate Kevin, my little brother Mike, and I were running all around the place, jumping off walls, leaping over balconies, and sliding down stairways. Most of the place was empty. After a while, we ran across a huge playground built over a vast swimming pool. There were many kids playing on the playground, even though everything was very dark.

Kevin, Mike, and I immediately went to the lilly pads that ran across the pool and made our way across them like frogs. Unfortunately I fell into the pool about halfway across, getting all of my clothing wet.

After that incident, we decided to enter one of the doctor's offices, which had a giant white slide in it leading to the doctor's desk. We waited at the top of the slide for a long time before building the courage to go down and visit the doctor.

Suddenly I found myself with Harrison Ford in the front of a kid's house. The child was inside, and Harrison and I were ordered by our superiors to take care of the child. In this case, take care meant to dispose of. The child had a very deadly and very infectious disease that caused him to loose his mind and tear people to shreds.

We entered the dark and disturbing house, and it was apparently empty. Suddenly the crazy child leaped out from behind a door, wearing neon orange pajamas with dinosaurs on them, and he began running on the walls and the ceiling. We did not know what to do. Harrison had his whip with him, so he tried using that. Unfortunately, when the tip of the whip struck the child, it sent an electrical shock down the cord and up to Harrison's arm, causing quite a shock.

Then the child ran into his bedroom. We followed him into the red carpeted, red curtained room that had an ominous look. Electricity was now visibly shooting from the kid. Then he decided to chase us, forcing us to run into the airplane hanger that was connected to the house. Harrison and I both climbed up a long rope to a high window in the building. We pulled the rope up so the kid couldn't follow. That did not stop him, though, for he clawed his way up to where we were.

Right as he reached us, Harrison jumped down to the ground (it seemed to me that he probably broke his legs when he landed). He was somehow able to crawl away. I was on my own. Then something very odd happened. The child became somewhat normal. He began scolding me for discriminating against the sick, and said that he had every right to live. He could have easily infected me had he so much as touched me, but he showed me mercy. We both climbed down.

To my surprise, when we reached the bottom, the kids attitude change and he ran away. I thought he was gone for good, but he returned inside of a large robot that he was controlling. This robot starting shooting rockets of various sizes straight at me, so I ran outside.

When I got outside, there were several policemen, soldiers, and army tanks lined up outside the door. I turned around to see the robot running after me. Who would win, the military or the single child?

Then I awoke.

Dream #84 (November 24, 2009)

Two in a row is a good sign of recovery.

Last night was rather crazy. In the beginning of the dream I was walking along a creek in a forrest with my little brother (the sky above did not really have any color; there was visible light but no light source). I was asking him why he was wearing my red shirt (which is something he did about 7 years ago) when all of a sudden a woman running in the opposite direction sped passed us yelling that there was a creature chasing her.

Thinking on our feet, my brother and I hid behind a tree for safety. Moments later a giant squirrel/bear ran through the path. It did not look scary, however. It actually seemed rather playful. Even so, my brother and I kept our distance and watched the creature roll and jump around. Eventually it left.

We continued along the path. After a little while, we saw something approaching, and we froze. Seconds later a bear/dog walked right between us. That creature was actually scary, for it looked very unhappy and rather annoyed. Apparently our stillness fooled him.

We reached the end of the trail and entered an old red car. I drove into a dark and empty street. When I was stopped by a red light, I looked around and saw nobody for miles, so I decided to drive through it. Unfortunately, several cars appeared out of nowhere.

Then I found myself in a different place altogether. I was in a large apartment working on my iMac, editing a film that I made last year. For some reason, there was a lot more to the beginning of the film in the dream than there is in real life. At the start there was a short section of an interview with Adam Sypolt. Then it cut to a poorly lit scene in a Regent Commons kitchen with Adam and Monique. They had an awfully acted argument, then Monique stormed out.

I was considering taking this entire part out of the short film when Nathan Galvez and Deighla walked into the room. I showed it to them and they agreed wholeheartedly with me after talking about its aesthetic qualities. Then they left.

Shortly after, my roommate (who is not my roommate in real life) entered. He was one of those former athlete freshman types, who are still stuck in the past and focus their energy on doing crazy and stupid things. For some reason, his friends were opening the window by my computer and kicking the back of my chair while I was working. I became so annoyed that I yanked a foot of one of those men and pulled him in.

He immediately began punching me, and I did not resist at all; I just let him hit me. The other boys went and began talking with my roommate as if nothing was going on. Finally I became so fed up with the physical abuse that I punched the lights out of the kid with one blow. Then one of the other friends, who happened to be the Rock (Dwayne Johnson), walked over and scolded me.

Upset, I went upstairs and cleaned the bathroom very thoroughly. While I was in there, the bathroom transformed into a museum bathroom, and I had a janitor apprentice helping me.

Then I awoke.

Dream #83 (November 23, 2009)

I've been working on a screenplay, so I have focused all of my writing efforts on that for the past couple of months. Hopefully I'll be able to get this blog back onto a daily schedule.

Last night I dreamed a mystery. My brain decided to give me a little background information via montage.

I saw three men (I could not distinguish who they were) break into a house using silent chainsaws. They created for themselves a door in the sides of houses (all of these houses were fairly large). Then they would cut their way into the second floor bedrooms (interestingly enough, all of these houses had the same architectural design). They would sneak around the husband and wife, stealing all of their jewelry and other small valuables.

Then I realized that all of the victims worked at the same factory.

It was not until that point that I discovered that I was a detective. I was walking around the factory, trying to find any clues from physical evidence or from interviews with employees. Now, the factory was a very interesting place. It was void of much color, except for yellow, which was the color of all the machines. Also, the factory was very long and narrow. On one side was a large conveyer belt with the equipment, and on the other side was a walkway/loading dock (I'm not sure what to call it), with hundreds of garage doors side by side in a perfect line. I would say the factory oddly resembled a subway.

After interviewing several employees, I looked around for more physical evidence. It was then that I discovered a broken piece of a crate labeled C-47 (which had nothing to do with clothespins in the story). Around the box were several metal shavings, seemingly left over from the chainsaws. I immediately attempted to leave the factory.

However, the garage door in front of me closed. So I walked to the next one. Then the same thing happened. I tried at least twenty more doors before giving up. Then I found myself surrounded by all of the factory employees. It must have been some sort of major conspiracy (the case does not make much sense now, but it did at the time).

Then I got crazy and leaped over the crowed of factory workers and onto the conveyor belt. I dodged both the machines and the bullets that were flying at me as I sped along the belt. I was quickly being pushed toward a black abyss, so I leaped up onto one of the big yellow machines, escaping death for the moment.

Then I awoke.

Dream #82 (November 8, 2009)

I'm sorry that I have failed to post my dreams for almost an entire month. I have been quite busy. Unfortunately I have had many good dreams during that time, including a dream that had a soundtrack created by Cat Stevens, a dream with an escalator made of wood, and a sci-fi story that included immobile people with no limbs.

Here is the latest dream.

Last night I found myself exiting a dark tunnel in the middle of a heavy war zone. I was a refugee observing the soldiers, who were all either setting up tents or eating canned food. There were tanks and guns present, and I was very intimidated, especially when the general began to yell commands to the troops while standing next to me, hurting my ear as a result.

After I wandered around for quite a while in the hot sun, I was met by my fellow refugees: Caitlin, Nathan Galvez, and De La. I went with them back to the heap of shacks built up around a hilly junkyard. As we reached the highest point of the junkyard town, we looked down upon the dully colored and clustered presence below us. In the center of all of the trash, junk, and shacks was a large retail store (like Wal-Mart, except it was the size of a mall). Then we all decided to build sleds out of the trash around us, and we slid down to the store.

After a thrilling ride, we landed by the fountain near the main entrance. Right when we walked in, I decided that I wanted to use the restroom. I turned down the long dark hallway that ended up in a very clean and empty bathroom. As I stood in front of the urinal, I heard someone enter behind me. Expecting Nathan, I was surprised to see Day Lah come in first, followed by Caitlin and Nathan. After talking for a few seconds, acting as if everything was as it should be, I decided to start urinating into the urinal. When I did so, Deigh Laa was suddenly taken aback. Apparently it was not until I had begun to pee that she noticed where she was. Then Caitlin gasped (I was not exposed to anyone or anything but the urinal and the urinal candy) and fled with Dey Lla. Nathan and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders, and continued about our business.

Then I awoke.

Dream #81 (October 11, 2009)

I was frustrated with this dream.

The dream took place on a giant chess board. There was only the board; there were no walls or ceilings. It was a black and while marble chess board in the middle of a black abyss.

Nathan Galvez and I were playing music (he played guitar and I played the piano). However, we were trying to come up with chords to a song. Every time we got to the fourth measure of the introduction, our playing would fall apart for no apparent reason. This happened over and over and over again.

Finally, after far too much time had passed, I awoke from this torture.

Dream #80 (October 10, 2009)

This was very odd.

The dream took place in the middle of the night (as usual) in my grandfather's house. My grandmother, who now has horribly progressed Alzheimer's Disease, was in her right mind and was the hostess of a dinner party my older brother wanted to have. He invited a bunch of his old classmates, whose names I do not remember, because he wanted to see how they were doing.

While dinner was being served, I became very hungry, so I decided to go to the basement and create for myself a tasty treat: a glass bowl with tissues stuffed inside of it. The crunchiness was pleasing to my mouth, surprisingly. After I devoured an entire bowl (filled with tissue), I made and ate another, and another, and another, until I became excessively full. I felt as if I was a stuffed animal because I had so much fluff in me. When I went back upstairs and tried to talk with my brother and his old classmates, fluff floated out from my mouth. I was embarrassed for having eaten so many tissues and bowls, and I could sense the disapproval of the rest of the guests.

Then I awoke.

Dream #79 (October 9, 2009)

This is not exciting.

I dreamed that I was in a small, old-fashioned cabin in the middle of Prairie Camp. It was nighttime, and nobody else was around (to my knowledge). The lighting was very amber and dim, creating a strange mood. I decided to vacuum the carpet of the cabin in which I was living, and I used the old purple vacuum that I used to use when I was a janitor at Territorial Engineering. When I was done, I decided to take a nap.

Right when I laid down on the bed (it was a queen size bed with a blanket decorated by painted roses; it was very homey), Rachel Engbrecht came into the cabin and sat in an old yellow chair that I did not realize was in the room (one would think I would have noticed it while I was vacuuming). I sat up in bed and began to talk to her as if we had met under usual circumstances. Then we decided to play backgammon together.

While we were in the middle of the game (I must have made up new rules to the game because I'm not sure I remember how to play backgammon), David Badertscher, the caretaker of Prairie Camp (also a friend of mine), walked in to see how we were doing. After talking with him about maintenance, he left.

Then I awoke.

Dream #78 (October 8, 2009)

This was rather scary.

I was running around in my front yard and in the front yard of my neighbor's house across the street, trying to avoid one-foot-tall, carnivorous, cannibal squirrels. I witnessed several regular squirrels getting their heads ripped off by the giant squirrels. There was blood everywhere.

Then I found myself in a dark basement with three other people playing some sort of gambling game that I have never seen before. It involved a complicated arrangement of cards, but the game mechanic was nonetheless simple. The goal of the game was similar to poker, except to get cards into one's hand, one had to flip a chip onto the desired card. A man in a black leather suite and a black hat taught me how to play.

Then I found myself on the top floor of an enormously tall building in the middle of a city. My old roommate Kevin and I were trying to fire a yellow laser down onto pedestrians on the streets below in the middle of the night.

Eventually I awoke.

Dream #77 (October 7, 2009)

This was so real to me.

The dream began in vast dunes. Jon Andrew Castleberry and I were searching for my father, little brother, and grandfather because a storm was a' brewin'. Unfortunately, as we walked down a narrow, unused road that ran through the dunes, the winds began to accelerate. Soon several small, white tornadoes about one foot wide each, and these little tornadoes were zooming by us at great speeds and from all direction. A couple times I was hit head on by one of these, causing me to fall back.

All of a sudden, the winds around us completely stopped. This was bad news, for everything around us began to orbit where we were standing; we were in the center of a giant tornado. Then I recalled a photograph in my 9th grade health book of a person lying in a ditch during a tornado. So, logically, we followed that thought and jumped into a conveniently nearby ditch.

The storm passed over, and we soon found my family members. I left with my family and went home. When I got there (which happened instantly), I went to bed.

I woke up after a full night's sleep (that took place within the dream) and walked out to the kitchen for breakfast. There I asked my grandfather if I could go back to the dunes, but he said that I could not.

Then I awoke.

Dream #76 (October 6, 2009)

Here.

At the onset of the dream, I was riding in a car that Nathan Galvez was driving. We were in a horrible traffic jam on a suspended bridge, and during our sitting time we were trying to come up with story ideas, writing them down on one of those big yellow notebook paper pads.

Next thing I knew, we were at some guy's house. It was already fairly late, but he let us in anyway. While he was ordering us some food and getting his videos set up so he could show them to us, Nathan and I sat in his basement building a card tower. After several minutes, the friendly guy came down with a couple of boxes of pizza and his movies.

As we ate the delicious and very greasy pepperoni pizza, we watched the guy's short animated films. Though they had a different style (crazy changes in exposure from one frame to the next), they animations were very good. The subject of each of the animations was a goofy moose who would always be outsmarted by a brown rat. At the end of the last animated short, the rat killed the goof and then hung himself. It was a bizarre ending, but it was nonetheless outstanding animation.

After we were done watching the films, we all went upstairs and sat in his living room on very comfortable couches. We were still eating pizza (and now drinking pop, which I hardly ever do) when the guy's girlfriend walked in. He went with her into his room, and Nathan and I left. As we left, we realized who the guy was. He was the dean of our school (not Regent University, but the school that we attended in the dream; I had a whole set of false memories, which was quite interesting). We had not recognized him because he had shaved his beard and was wearing casual clothes.

After we walked out of the house, we went across the street (by now it was very late, and I was regretting staying up far past my bedtime).

Then I awoke.

Dream #74 (October 4, 2009)

This is an insane mash-up of several different scenes that formulated into a single dream. Another interesting aspect of this dream is the changes in perspective that took place.

The dream began on a large ship. I was not present, and the ship seemed to be empty. Then another ship with about fifty other ships tied to its body rammed into the big empty ship. Then Geoffrey Chaucer leaped off the ships with ships onto the empty ship. He was soon greeted by Captain Blackbeard. At this point in the dream I knew that I was on the ship with ships, but I could not be seen by me (if that makes any sense). All of a sudden Chaucer was shot down by another pirate (he didn't die, however, because I knew he had yet to write a book). Then an ultimate battle ensued. All the while I remained hidden in one of the ships on the ship with ships.

Then I jumped into another dream. I found myself in a large opera house where a camp sermon was being delivered. I had never been in such a large theater. For some reason I had a bunch of things with me, including my iMac box, several old library books, an umbrella, and a large cardboard box. I only had to move the stuff about thirty feet, but I wanted to only make one trip, so I tried to carry everything at once, to no avail. Finally I gave up and walked to the back pew and noticed that I knew some people there. My father and my uncle were sitting together, and for some reason my uncle, who is generally a quiet person, was being loud and obnoxious, to the annoyance of those sitting around him. I noticed that my grandfather was also there, and he was sitting with Kevin Chupp, my Freshman year college roommate.

After greeting them, I decided that I would leave. The closest exit was all the way by the stage, so I walked the long hike down, past all the ushers, to the exit. For some reason a bunch of my old campers that I had as a counselor at Prairie Camp followed me outside the opera house in a big group, making us look as if we were protesting something. I was even more surprised by what we walked into. Immediately outside the door were numerous sand dunes with a few little ponds here and there.

The campers and I marched through the sand for what seemed like miles. After a while we took a break at one of the small ponds. Then John the Mouth, an old camper of mine, threw a bunch of mud at me, which landed in my hair and slid down my back into my shorts. In anger I ran over to John the Mouth and realized that he had fallen into a bunch of thistles. When he emerged he had a large gash across his neck. Somehow the gash scarred immediately, stopping him from loosing too much blood.

Moments later John's parents were on the scene scolding me for neglecting their son. Then the rest of the campers and I marched into the nearby woods. About twenty feet in I noticed many bright pastel colors spread throughout. As I approached one of the sources of the color, I realized that it was an Easter egg. I plucked it off of the bush and began to unwrap it. I discovered that this was no ordinary Easter egg. In fact, it was a clump of dirt wrapped in a flashy material and speckled with glitter.

I put that egg back from where I had plucked it, assuming that it was to serve some purpose for whoever placed it there. Then I went with the campers down the trail of the woods, which rapidly declined deeper into the woods. After about a quarter of a mile, we encountered a large boat/tent (I wish that I could explain this structure better, but that is the best I can do) with an open door that had a welcoming and warm light spilling from it. I led the kids into the boat/tent and was welcomed by a middle-aged woman. She said we could tour her boat as long as we didn't break anything (she also let me know that she was the source of the Easter eggs).

For some reason I took off running. In fact, I ran clear out of my own view, causing me to have more of a third-person perspective as I looked upon my dream. The inside of the boat/tent looked like the interior of a fancy restaurant/boat. There were several waiters walking around, but there were no customers. As the kids walked to the end of the boat, I realized that I would soon emerge from the opposite door. The door opened, but it was only another waiter, until I slipped back into frame from behind him.

Suddenly I moved into another place. I was in the basement of my house petting my dying dog (who is now actually dead). In the dream I knew that my dog, Sadie, was soon going to die. My little brother was there petting the new dog that my parents bought (which, in real life, was purchased several months after Sadie's death). After a few minutes, my little brother began to move things around in the basement. Then he pulled out some old Fischer-Price toys and began to play with them (my little brother is 17 years old). All the while I continued to pet my dying dog. I did not cry, but I was extremely sad, and I did not want to leave her side, for I knew that it could be the last time I could comfort her. Broken with sadness, I laid my head on her head.

Then I awoke. I was in a strange mood when I got out of bed this morning.

Dream #73 (October 3, 2009)

This was nothing to write home about, so I will keep it brief.

I walked around in a trailer searching for a tie and I could not find one.

Wait, I forgot something.

I was hanging from a grid on the ceiling of an office building with my older brother, Rachel Engbrecht, and some other overweight middle-aged man.

Dream #72 (October 2, 2009)

I finally had another crazy dream that was also fun.

The dream began at a tubing resort on a big mountain. (This particular tubing resort was for snow tubing, not water tubing). I had come there with some old friends, including Alik Hall and Michael Kaser, and I was very excited about the fun I was going to have. After waiting in line for several minutes, I was at the desk where the employee there handed out the inter-tubes that we would use to slide down the mountain. Unfortunately, they were not inflated, so we had to spend the next several minutes inflating them with our mouths. After that, I was finally ready to go.

However, I realized that I had forgotten to wear my snow boots, and I knew my shoes, socks, and feet were going to get very wet and very cold. That realization then lead to another; I discovered that I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt when the weather was very cold (there was, of coarse, snow on the ground). To my surprise, it was not as cold as I thought, so I was alright in my light apparel.

The view from the mountain on which I was climbing was spectacular. My eyes beheld beautiful lakes, luscious trees, tremendous mountains, and more. Just as I was taking all of these things in, I dropped my tube, which proceeded to slide all the way down the mountain. I was sad for a few moments, but my emotion quickly changed when Halloween candy began to fall from the sky. I running around in the snow, grabbing handfuls of candy corn, carmel apple lollipops, and other typical candies given on the fall holiday.

After a while, I began to get cold, so I went to church to take a warm bath in the baptismal. I turned on the water, which I believed to run through a hose that ran into the baptismal. As I waited for it to fill up, I took a nap on a pew. After several peaceful minutes, my dad (the pastor of the church) and Rick Hall entered hastily. They, fortunately did not see me because I had not bothered to actually put the hose in the baptismal. Water was gathering in a large puddle on the floor in front of the stage and was flowing in a stream through the sanctuary door.

When they fixed the problem by placing numerous towels on the pool of water, they left, so I emerged from my place of hiding. I then actually put the hose in the baptismal, filled it up, entered it, and fell asleep in the warm water.

Then I awoke.

Dream #71 (October 1, 2009)

This, yet again, is a short description, but, at the same time, it was a dream of normal length.

I dreamed that I was in a small room with four walls, four windows that looked onto four other walls, and a carpeted floor and ceiling. The entire room was colored baby blue, and it was lit by fluorescent light. During the entire dream I was being interviewed by a woman wearing a black suit (she also had a blue button-up shirt underneath), and she was in her 30's. I was being asked several questions, and the whole time I was restlessly squirming in the uncomfortable office chair in which I was seated. I wanted to escape, but my mind would not allow me to do so.

After a long, mentally torturous dream, I awoke.

Dream #70 (September 30, 2009)

This also will be a short description.

I dreamed that I was playing basketball underneath a church. The floors and walls were dirt, yet the hoops and basketballs were of top quality. I was playing with Steven Leath and other people I don't know. The interesting thing is that before the game, I discovered an amazing technique that drastically increased my team's skills; we tied large nacho cheese cans (like the GFS brand) and ran around with those on as well played. It was ridiculous. My team and I played like this for several games.

Then I awoke.

Dream #69 (September 29, 2009)

This will be a very short description.

I dream that I was lame.

The end.

Dream #68 (September 28, 2009)

Don't ask me.

This dream started in an old trailer in the middle of hillbilly country. The atmosphere was dusty and brown, and the housing structures seemed very unstable. I was inside one of the trailers with a band of rascals. We were some sort of organization or force. The only member I knew in 'the force' was Jordan Miller.

As we sat together and dined on miniature sandwiches, a villain entered (I just knew he was a villain by looking at him) and showed us a powerpoint about how he was going to destroy us. Then he jumped through a portal. Without thinking, all of us (the force) followed him.

We were in the future. We each had a different colored motorcycle (mine was green), and we were riding in a city that seemed to be completely made of roads. There were layers upon layers of bridges, highways, entrances, and exits. The design was quite complex.

We were riding at full speed when another gang, that was also moving via motorcycles, approached us and began knocking us off of our transportation. After each of us had fallen off, each of the gang members simultaneously jumped of of their motorcycle and walked toward one of my groups members. Then an epic battle ensued. There were sword fights going on, as well as fist fights, wrestling, and gun fights. As for me, I was going crazy, with insane jump kicks, swinging off of poles, leaping high and far without effort.

When the battle was over, each member of 'the force' had conquered the opposing gang members. There was a woman from the gang who was nearly dead, and as she struggled to stand up, Jordan opened her arms to her, offering her a hug (she even said, "Come here, girl"). Then, unexpectedly, the woman pulled out a shiv (which I believe was a green #2 pencil) and stabbed Jordan in the neck. That woman was instantly shot down by another member of 'the force.' Blood was squirting out of Jordan's neck, yet her cheerful disposition did not leave her. She was still bouncing around and asking how the other members of the group were doing while, at the same time, trying to hold her blood in her body.

Then I awoke.

Dream #67 (September 27, 2009)

This is odd.

In this dream, Doug Miller was teaching a class in the middle of the night on a moonlit mountain. That, however, was not the most interesting aspect of this dream, for the subject of the class was human bowling. At the beginning of the class, Doug explained the unappreciated art of human bowling, and why it is aesthetically important. Then he demonstrated proper form.

Finally, after what seemed like long hours of explanation, the 'hands on' part of the class arrived. We actually got to put what we learned into practice. After seeing many people disappear off the edge of the cliff as they dove down the rocks towards the big bowling pins at the bottom, my turn finally came. I dove, penguin style, at lightning speed. STRIKE.

Then we moved into a cave to get the feel of a different human bowling environment. Instead of going individually, we went as partners. My partner for this task was B.J. Woods, a kid that I knew in elementary school that later became what the 'nerds' liked to call a 'druggy.' Because he was high at the time, our performance was poor. In fact, we did so poorly that we slid completely off coarse into a crack, causing us top get stuck.

I struggled hard to get out, but I couldn't. B.J. was not helping in the situation, for he was just laying there cracking perverse jokes without putting forth even the slightest of efforts. Then Doug came over and looked down at me, shaking his head.

Then I awoke.

Dream #66 (September 26, 2009)

Sorry for the delay.

This dream was particularly pleasing to me. First of all, I was a cast member, along with my mother and father, on Larry David's Curb Your Enthusiasm. Secondly, Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel were both special guests on the episode that was being shot during my dream. It was a dream come true (or maybe it was just a dream).

Early on in the dream, Art got his shots done, so he left (he walked home on a long dirt path). Then came Paul Simon's part. He did an excellent job acting (which surprised me). When he was done, I wanted to talked to him (how often does one find an opportunity to converse with Paul Simon?). Unfortunately I was struggling due to a fear of being seen by Paul as just another dumb fan. Right when I built up the courage to talk to him, my parents walked into the front door of what was supposed to by Larry's house in the show (which, in my dream, was much less extravagant than his previous houses; it was more like a trailer).

To make matters worse, my mom came up and hugged Paul. It was kind of awkward. I tried to whisper to my mother that he probably did not want to have physical contact with a stranger, but she did not seem to get the message.

Then Larry David walked in. It was time for my interaction with him on the show. This tuned out to be a lot of fun. Larry and I were able to feed off of each other's improvisation, and we got the shot on the first take with complete satisfaction. To my excitement, Paul had stayed to watch my performance, giving me a chance to finally talk to him.

We talked about generic subjects at first, and eventually I built up the courage to ask him if he was going to make a new album. He said that he was not sure, so I asked him if he was still writing. "Of coarse," he replied with his typical half smile.

During the entire conversation, I was dying inside. I desperately wanted his autograph, but I did not want to humiliate myself by asking for it. Finally, right before Paul left, I asked him. Without giving it a second thought, he whipped out his book of lyrics, signed it, handed it to me, and left. I was pleased.

Then I awoke.

Dream #65 (September 25, 2009)

This is another dream I had on September 25th.


I was one of a band of three orphans. My two amigos were a young girl and another boy of about 20 years of age, and apparently we were close. In the beginning of the dream we were hanging out at a skateboard park in the middle of the night running around on all of the ramps. After a very long time of this, a cop came and took the youngest girl away without question.

Apparently used to this tradition, the other boy and I walked over to the police station (passing a bunch of abandoned stores on the way) to plead with the officer to let the girl go. We entered the police office, which was furnished and carpeted more like a living room than a jail cell, and begged with the jail keeper to allow the girl to be released. We were successful after bribing him with a loaf of freshly baked bread.

When we left, we explored many amazing buildings and city structures by climbing them, entering them, and running on them. Eventually we discovered a large outdoor banquet that happened to be carrying on through the night. In the middle of the banquet ran a man-made stream, and in the center of the banquet stood a large pile of barrels. At the top of the barrels stood a man (the barrels were stacked close to forty feet high). The man jumped, seemingly to his death.

Everyone thought that the man was a goner. After some interviewing and listening into other people's conversations, my amigos and I discovered that the man had recently robbed a bank and was trying to escape. I then became suspicious, so I climbed to the top of the barrel tower to see if he could have escape by a route alternate to death. Sure enough, I found a barrel that slid down into a secret tunnel running underneath the stream of water.


Then I awoke.

Dream #64 (September 25, 2009)

I had two dream on September 25, so I split them up. Also, unfortunately, I forgot my dream the night before, even though I went through the entire thing in my head as I ate breakfast. I would like to think that the missing dream (Dream #63.5) is the door into my subconscious that would solve all riddles about the human brain.


Anyways, this dream began in a laboratory, which, of corse, was filled with typical laboritory equipment that one would find in a lab in a cartoon, such as beakers, winding tubes, green and bubbling liquids, twirly bottles (I made that up), and transparent drawing boards.

Nathan Galvez, Lauren De la Calzada, and I were all a part of a number of experiments that attempted to create different foods that would taste good, yet remain gluton-free. The experiments were going very well, until, to the surprise of all the scientists in the room, a creature, that was some sort of mix between a cocroach, a scorpion, and a dragon fly and was over a foot long, flew into the room and began to terrorize everyone.

Filled with bravery and a thrist for adventure, Nathan and I immediately began to chase this orange, ugly creature so that the experiments could continue (it was all for De la). After chasing the insect mash-up around all the lab equipment for quite some time (knocking many things over in the process, sometimes seeming intentionally), we chased it into a hallway that strangely resembled the hallway of my grandfather's house. Then the bug took a quick turn into a bedroom, followed by Nathan and I.

We managed to scare the insect into a corner of the room; however it was the corner where the ceiling meets the wall, which we could not reach. Therefore we did the next logical thing; we grabbed the sheet off the bed, and with much teamwork, we tried to capture the creature in our sheet. We elegance and futility we chased the bug around the room for several minutes; though it looked as beautiful as a inticritely choreographed dance, it did not result in the demise of the bug. Finally, after much lofting of the white linnen, we managed to roll up the bug and trap it.

After we caught it, we through it on the floor, and I proceeded to kick it in the head several times in an attempt to knock it out without killing. However, I failed to disempower the bug, so we left it trapped in the sheet and we returned to work.

When we returned to the lab, a new formula was ready to be tested. This new concoction was to be injected via pointy needle into the left arm of De la. To my dismay, I was called upon to initiate this injection. I do not do so well with needles, so I struggled to fulfill my task. After several embarrasing failed attmepts, though I did once touch the needle to her arm ever so slightly, I dropped the needle and gave up. Baffled by my weakness, and showing no sign of any thought, Nathan picked up the needle I had dropped and mercilessly jabbed it into De la's arm.


Then I awoke.

Dream # 63 (September 23, 2009)

This could be humorous if you know the participants in this dream.


When I first entered the dream, I found myself at Professor Keuthan's house. He was planning to move, so he had several students there packing up his stuff. My job was to pack up all of his dress clothes. After I searched the small house for the clothes I finally discovered them in a closet in his living room. Knowing that everything had to be packed tightly, I began to fold his dress shirts into a nice compact cube.

This action did not seem to please Keuthan, for he ran at me screaming for me to not crease his nice shirts. Therefore I proceeded to drop all of his clothes and leave the house.

When I went outside I found that the moving vehicle was nothing but a small car and that this car was driven by my brother, who was with his wife. I went up to his window and asked him to where he was hauling Keuthan's stuff, and he told me they were headed to Utah. I decided to help the professor again because my brother was helping him. Somehow the other students and I managed to cram all of Keuthan's belongings into the small trunk of the small car.

Suddenly I found myself in the middle of a store. As I stood in the toy section, I witnessed a small boy being chased by toy airplanes and helicopters. After several minutes of this entertainment, I found myself further removed from the situation; I discovered that I was on a film set.

After the take was over and as the camera and lighting team were setting up for a new shot, I sat down on a ledge outside the studio. Then I saw Caitlin and a couple other girls I do not know well enter the studio, not even stopping to say 'hello.'

Then I found myself inside of a small car. I was in the backseat with three other people, and I was one of the two people in the middle. On my left was a weird guy and on my right sat a strange girl. I was so uncomfortable. What made it worse was when the girl next to me tried to stand up while we were still on the road. I wanted badly to escape.


I did escape when I awoke shortly after.

Dream #62 (September 22, 2009)

I am posting this dream from the Regent University computer lab. This is because my iMac had passed away, leaving me with nothing but an unusable hard drive filled with my once recognizable life. Anyways...


Last night's dream was not dreadfully exciting, but it was nonetheless interesting.


I was sharing a room in an apartment with Greg Beck, Josh Shook, and some other huge guy that I did not even know in my dream. When I say one room, I mean one room. We didn't even have bed. So, to start out the dream, my roommates and I were all sleeping on the floor with no blankets.

For one reason or another, there was a toy robot in the room, and it happened to be near my head. In the middle of the night, while I was trying to sleep, the robot kept extending its arms (the robot was about two feet tall), and it would spin around in circles, all the while making an annoying buzzing sound. Apparently this bothered nobody else but myself, so I was forced to put up with it.

After several minutes of trying to sleep, the huge guy I did not know suddenly leaped to his feet and screamed at the top of his lungs, not surprisingly waking Josh and Greg from their slumber. He then turned on the lights and stormed out of the room. Because Josh and Greg wanted to see what was up with that crazy guy, they followed him.

I was left alone with the robot.

Because I was a little intimidated by this 'toy,' I decided to take a trip to the bathroom to get my mind off of the situation. However, when I reached the toilet, I discovered that it was covered with urine, and it reeked to high heaven. Therefore I returned to the room, unrelieved.

When I got back, the robot was sitting there waiting for me. I was slightly creeped out by this thing, so I slept as far away from it as possible. However, every time I shut my eyelids, I heard it moving, but when I opened my eyes it would stop. The robot continued to do this until it was right up on me.

When I realized that the robot was upon me, my eyes widened in terror. Suddenly the robot let out a high pitched beep and spun faster than I had ever seen it spun. Seconds later, to my surprise, I shot up and out of the room, leaving a small hole in the roof.


Then I awoke.

Dream #61 (September 21, 2009)

I apologize that this dream has been posted a day late. I will explain the problem in the next blog.


This dream was interesting and strange. In the first part of the dream I was an intern at an enormous apple orchard. My job was to climb up old, rusty ladders to the top of silos and check on the apple supply inside. I wore a backpack full of water that was connected to a power washer so that when I got to the top of the silo, I could open up the hatch and spray the apples down.

The view from the top of the silos was amazing. I could see beautiful green woods spreading for miles, and the sun was the most beautiful I had ever seen it (I don't typically get to look at the sun light I did in my dream).

After climbing down from my third silo, I encountered my boss. He was having a heated discussion with my mother who was claiming that my job was to dangerous and that I should have some sort of compensation for putting my life on the line multiple times a day.

After the argument, my boss sent me to the town gymnasium where I was told to manage a young men's basketball league. When I got there, however, I was greeted with hostility; the men heckled me and laughed at me because of my size.

Angered by their insults, I decided that I electrocute each and every one of those mean men. I hooked up the main power system to a shocking device (it would give them a hard shock, but would not kill them).

However, just as I was about ready to shock them all, a stampede of water rushed through the doors of the gym and covered the floor at least two feet deep. Knowing the shock would now be fatal to the men, I decided to not administer it. Instead, I shot fire at them with a flamethrower.


Then I awoke.

Dream #60 (September 20, 2009)

This is odd.

I began this dream with a mission. I was supposed to go to the local supermarket to purchase some sandwich materials for a ball that was going to be held at a mansion at which I was living at the time. Interestingly, the supermarket was no ordinary store; it also had an airport connected to it.

When I arrived at the combination supermarket/airport, I was distracted by seeing my old roommate Kevin Chupp there. He was returning from a flight arriving from California and I stopped and talked with him a while about usual stuff.

Then I returned to the mansion. When I arrived at the large black gate, I realized that I had forgot to fulfill my task, so I returned to the supermarket/airport. This time when I arrived, I saw Tim Bernsten waiting in the security line of the airport section having a heated debate with one of the customer service attendants regarding his ticket. Apparently they would not allow him on his scheduled flight because his ticket was 100 years old. Tim argued that his vintage ticket should be accepted because it said "09" (which actually stood for 1909).

Distracted by this phenomena, I again left the supermarket without the product I was supposed to purchase, so I returned once again. This time Kevin Chupp was there again, except he was in the supermarket section. When I went to talk to him (this time I picked out the sandwich stuff before allowing myself to be distracted) he started shoving tons of tater tots into my mouth as I desperately tried to swallow them before choking on them. Eventually I spat them out and ran to the cashier to make my purchase.

When I returned to the mansion, I tried to get into the black gate, but for some reason my access key was not working. Then I realized I was using the wrong key; instead of using my mansion key card, I was using my Michigan State key card (which I do not possess in real life). When I entered the enormous and gorgeous building, I gave the food to the host and went into a closet to change into some fancy clothes.

When I came out of the closet, I discovered that all of the guests (mainly old people dressed in very nice suits) had arrived. I proceeded to meander up to the balcony where I started doing a strange task. In front of me stood an oversized table covered with cups of grey stones. For one reason or another, I began to mix up the stones and move them from cup to cup.

After several minutes of this, the entire room of people became quiet and all attention was turned toward my direction, thanks to Dan Nettleton. Dan had walked up to where I was arranging the rocks and had begun teaching an object lesson with what I was doing. I don't remember exactly what Dan was talking about, but I do remember that he somehow related what I was doing to spirituality.

After Dan's little sermon, I walked with him back to the ground floor. Tons of people approached me in an unexpectedly excited manner. Apparently they were enthralled with my object lesson (which I had not planned in advance) and Dan's interpretation and spiritual application.

Then I awoke.

Dream #59 (September 19, 2009)

This is odd.

At the start of the dream I was driving to Professor Doug Miller's house. I was actually driving Caitlin's car (which is what I rode in last time I went to Mr. Miller's house). When I arrived, I was immediately greeted by Doug with a handshake and an open door.

To my surprise, when I entered the house, everything suddenly seemed pitch black. After a short while, my eyes adjusted to the darkness. There were a few narrowly spotted lights pointed in different directions. What stuck out to me, though, were the numerous mirrors scattered throughout the house, reflecting beams of light in every direction.

Then Pam and Doug approached me and asked me how I liked their lighting setup and told me that I could explore their house if I wanted.

For the rest of the dream I wandered in all directions, going from mirror to mirror and from light to light. Occasionally I would see Doug, try to talk to him, and realize that I was talking to a reflection of a reflection of a reflection, etc. It was quite trippy.

After a lot of confusion and wandering, I awoke.

Dream #58 (September 18, 2009)

This is slightly ridiculous.

The dream began in the backyard of my parents' house. In the dream I was a ninja-in-training, and I was training alongside another guy. We both had ninja swords and crazy ninja moves.

However, this training was a lot more serious than one would think. First of all, we were being forced to join a Nazi army that had formed in Koontz Lake. Second, during this training session, the other guy and I were supposed to battle each other to the death, and the champion would gain an important position in the ninja Nazi army.

Before you judge me for being in this horrible situation, I must explain that I had an alternate motive for joining the Nazi ninja army; I wanted to be a spy for the underground group I was a part of that was hoping to overthrow the Nazis in Koontz Lake. To my surprise, however, we were ordered to battle to the death. Therefore I was torn between to choices; I could kill the other guy (I was a talented ninja) and support my cause, or I could find a way to escape so that I did not have to kill another man (I don't like killing people).

Because I wanted to do everything in my power to not kill another man, I tried to persuade my training partner to give up this battle and join me to take on the Nazi captain who was overseeing the battle. However, to my surprise, he was actually supportive of the Nazi cause. So I had no choice but to battle.

We started out sword fighting on the ground. Eventually we lit a tower on fire that happened to be standing in the yard for our convenience. We climbed on this flaming tower as we fought, swords blazing. The whole time I had the upper hand, and at any time I could have killed this guy, but that is not what I wanted to do.

After wearing him out, I jumped off the burning platform and ran into my woods. However, the guy followed me with a large spear. Showing no mercy he chucked the spear in my direction. I, having the agility of a ninja, easily dodged the spear, but I allowed it to strike close enough so that I could appear to be struck down. As the other ninja trainee approached me to gloat over his kill, I sprung up and knocked him on the head with the wide end of my sword, rendering him unconscious.

Then I fled further into the woods to escape the Nazi captain who was trying to persuade me to finish the other guy off. Then the captain jumped into his Mercedes Benz and chased after me. I found that I was so fast that I could outrun the car.

Then I awoke.

Dream #57 (September 17, 2009)

Here is another dream.

This dream started in what was supposed to be my grandfather's house even though it looked nothing like it. In fact, the structure was much closer to my uncle's home. The color had a blue tint to it, like tungsten film exposed with daylight.

At the beginning of my dream, I was having dinner with my little brother. We were eating large and delicious stakes (they were nearly the size of my torso). We were chewing on some fat when a bunch of guys walked in and asked us if we wanted to make a deal. One guy pulled out a large springy device out of his coat and asked us if we wanted the thing he was holding. I had no idea what it was at the time, so I denied his offer (which would later result in some frustration).

After my brother and I had finished our steaks, we ordered pizza, which came quite quickly. For some reason, we were already full, so we got a carry out box from the cupboard and left. As we walked out the door, the guy who had offered us the 'trade' mentioned that we would regret not offering them food.

My brother and I both got into my car (which was an old blue chevy that I had never seen) and started pulling out of the parking lot (yes, there was a parking lot instead of a driveway in front of the house). Unfortunately when we began to pull out, the breaks would not work; those guys had tampered with our car, and that thing they tried to give us must have been something they took out of it. I began to swerve all over the place in an attempt to slow down. Luckily the street was not busy because we crossed it four times as we rode back and forth.

Finally I had a brilliant idea. I opened up my door and slammed my foot to the ground, hoping that the car would stop from the friction. However, this only made the car go out of control. We ended up going down the road, missing the curve (apparently the steering was off as well), and driving into a lake just as the sun was coming up.

Then I awoke.

Dream #56 (September 16, 2009)

This is not too exciting.

Last night took place inside of a room that was a part of a theater lobby. I went into the room and found that it was enormous. The ceiling must have been forty feet high. Inside the room there were many brown tables set up all over the place.

Immediately after entering the room, I began to lay each and every one of the tables on its side. After several minutes of this, I had successfully turned all the tables over. I then proceeded to pull a chair into the center of the room and sit in it, alone.

A couple of minutes later a woman came into the room with some sheers. She plugged them in and went to town on my hair as if this were some sort of pre-planned appointment.

When she finished cutting my hair, I stood up and looked around. I, for the first time, noticed that the room was entirely white with no color whatsoever. Furthermore, the tables had all become white.

Then I awoke.

Dream #55 (September 15, 2009)

Where do all these different things come from?

This dream was particularly strange because it was narrated by an outside source. It was almost as if I was a part of a demonstrative documentary of sorts.

Anyway, I had a much stronger build than I usually do, and I was wearing a tight black shirt to apparently show that off. I was in the middle of a desert that looked very similar to Utah. I had parked my enormous black truck in the middle of nowhere and had walked over to cliff.

I decided to jump off the cliff as the narrator described what I was doing. As he explained, I grasped onto the ledge of an arch that was about eight feet from the ledge of the cliff I had just jumped from. As I dangled, I reached to the top of the arch several times, grabbing rocks and chucking them at a boulder on the top of a cliff that was about twenty feet to my right. Then the narrator informed the 'audience' that I was trying to start a rock slide. I was successful, so I swung back over to the cliff I had originally come from.

When I walked back to my truck, the narrator explained that I should check for snakes in my tailpipe, so I became a little disgusted. Then, to my surprise (even in the dream I was surprised) I pulled out a hard snake from the back of the truck and shoved it into the tail pipe (I actually had a whole mess of pipes sticking out of the back of my truck). The snake, after a couple of minutes, emerged from the pipe with large lumps in its body. It must have found something in there.

Then, without any thought, I proceeded to drive my truck off the cliff, following the direction of the narrator. When I landed, the outside voice was gone. I leaped from my oversized truck to the ground and saw that a ninja wanted to battle me. Interested in a good fight, I accepted.

We had an epic battle that involved superhuman jumping abilities, several flying kicks, and many body slams from twenty feet above the ground. After several minutes of this, I felt my body break and I was unable to move.

Then my dream transitioned to a hospital where Kevin Chupp and his two sisters were sitting next to me. For one reason or another, I was dressed up like Art Garfunkel, and the Chupps all had Art Garfunkel action figures in their hands. After we talked for a while, the dream transitioned again.

I found myself on Centerville Turnpike in the middle of the night. I was playing a role in some mobster fight involving characters from The Office. As I stood at the intersection of Centerville and Indian River, I pulled out a large gun from my jacket I was wearing and began firing at everyone I saw.

Once I had mercilessly murdered everyone around me, I walked back to the Commons.

Then I awoke.

Dream #54 (September 14, 2009)

I went to bed without recording my dream and right before I fell asleep (my mind was wandering), I remembered to do this.

Last nights dream, like most of my dreams, seems, on the surface, to have come out of nowhere. I began the dream as a Jewish prisoner in a two-story house during World War II. Kevin Chupp (my Freshman roommate) was a prisoner with me, and together we were locked up in a musty old room for the first part of my dream. The room seemed to be falling apart. The coloring was cold, though browns were the primary colors of this dream. There were no windows to let light in, and the room was lit by cracks in the wall that leaked light in from other rooms of the house.

After moping about for quite some time, the war finally ended, and Kevin and I were set free. Unfortunately I could no longer walk, so I was forced to use a wheelchair. Kevin and I went our separate ways, so I had to wheel myself down the road alone.

The road on which I traveled was winding all over the place and it seemed to be made of dust. Most of the scenery was open fields, and the only man-made structures were clay buildings. It was light outside, yet there was no sun, and there was a strange coloring to the lighting as well that I cannot describe.

Finally I reached my destination, which turned out to be a garage sale taking place inside of a wooden supermarket. There were all kinds of old toys, many of which I wanted to purchase (especially after the tough time I had gone through). I saw my old neighbor there as well, and we talked for a little while.

I eventually left the store without making a single purchase. Once I returned to the dusty road, I lost all control of the wheelchair and began to roll uncontrollably towards the horizon.

Then I awoke.

Dream #53 (September 13, 2009)

This is odd.

The entire dream took place inside of my parent's garage and had a fiery, glowing characteristic to the lighting. Carrie Badertscher (my boss at Prairie Camp) was having a camp meeting with her core staff (myself included) and all of the male counselors. Carrie's hair was quite wild, giving her a mad look, which scared me because it reminded me of an old babysitter I once had.

During the heated discussion, fists were pounding the table, objects were being thrown, spit was shooting out of people's mouths, and I was looking on the entire argument with fear. At the peak of the anger, Carrie stood up with some furry and the room fell into anxious silence. She then proceeded to place death sentences on three of the counselors, which was to be carried out immediately by me.

I did not know what to do. Only in my dreams had I ever killed another person, and this dream was reality to me at the time. I regret to say that I went through with Carrie's orders. I am quite disappointed in my decision. Right in that very garage, I stabbed three men in a matter of seconds just to please my boss. To my dismay, the third man did not die right away, so I had to watch him suffer, yell, and beg for his life. Not having any mercy, I stabbed him a second time.

Then I awoke.

Dream #52 (September 12, 2009)

This dream was filled with highly saturated colors.

I began this dream on a country road that ran through the middle of a field. The wheat all around me was golden and beautiful, and the trees the were spread throughout the landscape were charmingly green. I was walking with my little brother and Jeff Kreider (my old camp counselor).

After several minutes of walking, we reached a small river flowing with water that matched the blue sky in color. The bank of this river was filled with various reds, greens, yellows, and oranges. Because of its sheer beauty, I decided to walk into the river.

I found the current of the river to be much more rapid than I had anticipated; however, I was able to float without expending any sizable amount of energy. It was similar to a face-paced lazy river (it would be better labeled as an ambitious river). I enjoyed the peace that came over me as I floated down the river. I saw beautiful birds, houses, and plants.

After several minutes of floating, I heard some splashing beside me. I looked toward the source of the noise and found out that it was a golden retriever swimming next to me. For the rest of my journey I floated next to the kindly dog and had a conversation with him about the beauty of our surroundings.

After I reached the end of the river (I did not know that was really possible), I walked back home. It was quite dark when I was back in my old home of Koontz Lake. When I arrived, my dad scolded me for returning so late and asked why I couldn't come home at the same time as my little brother. Apparently he had been there for several hours. I looked out the window and saw the golden retriever looking back at me.

Then I awoke.

Dream #51 (September 11, 2009)

This dream had an interesting plot.

Coming into the dream I had an understood life history that is much different from my real life history. First of all, I was the leader of an underground operation. The primary objective of this team of underground workers was to save children from kidnappers and child abusers. We also had other objectives, such as coming of with plans to drastically change America's education system (which would not be a completely bad thin).

When the dream started, I was on a mission with two fellow members of the underground team: Caitlin Geeslin and some other guy with glasses (who looked a little like Karl Hall, the older brother of a friend of mine from high school). I was driving a big, junky yellow school bus at down an old road. When we arrived at the destination, which was a camp that had some similarities to Prairie Camp (where I have worked every summer for a long time), yet looked a little like a boating resort (there was a big lake and a big woods).

Our objective was to stop an infamous man from slaying children. (This is gross.) He would kidnap kids and cut off the skin of their face. I had a memory in this dream of walking into a home and finding blood everywhere and discovering a faceless child underneath his bunk bed (apparently this bad guy was my nemesis). We were hoping to stop this sick man once and for all.

When we parked at the camp, we snuck into one of the building that we suspected this sick man would be (he often worked with other people, including his brother, so we were very nervous). After sneaking in through a window, we turned the corner and walked in on a the brother of my nemesis. He was restraining a screaming child with one hand while clutching a knife in the other. Fortunately we had got there just in time. My partner with the glasses (I'll just call him Karl from now on) grabbed the kid away from the bad man. Next Caitlin threw a wooden chair at him, causing him to fall to his feet. Then I managed to grab the knife from the man. However, when I did so, he jumped at me, resulting in a struggle that, in the confusion and flailing of the fight, led to me stabbing the man in the head. He was dead, so the gang and I, along with the child, fled the scene (we feared that the other bad men would soon show up).

As we were leaving, we heard more screams coming from a nearby closet. When we opened it up, we discovered two more children tied up and locked in the closet. We unbound them and fled to the bus. Unfortunately when we got back onto the road, we saw that there was a roadblock up ahead. So I parked the bus at an abandoned truck stop, and all of us got out and hid in the woods. The woods that we were in was very interesting because, though it was thick with trees and bushes, there was no soil or dirt. Instead, the ground was made of white sand.

After a couple minutes of hiding, we heard some men walking outside of the woods. I recognized a voice; it was the bad guy. Without thinking, we all fled in the opposite direct, which led us back to the camp. There Caitlin and I sent Karl away with the kids in a car we stole (for a good purpose), instructing Karl to find the authorities. In the meantime, Caitlin and I were trying to blend in with the crowd of people at the camp store. Just to be certain, we bought a birthday card there and acted like we were there to celebrate somebody's birthday. For some reason, the cashier gave me a bunch of old and rare coins as my change by accident, so we had an interesting time being forced to give our change back to him.

I am not sure what we were waiting for, but we sat in that store for a long time. When the sky became dark, Caitlin and I tried to discover which cabin the bad men were living in so we could let the authorities know (unfortunately cell phones did not work at this camp; that may explain some of our actions). As we were sneaking around, we finally discovered their location. Unfortunately, they caught us. They asked me what I was doing, and I told them I had recently blacked out and was searching for my cabin (I acted drunk). Thinking my lie worked, I proceeded to head back to the bus and find some authorities.

Unfortunately, the bad guys were only entertaining my lie. I heard a gunshot and noticed that a cabin I was near got struck. By the way, Caitlin had apparently already fled the scene. I began to run and the bad guys began to chase me. I turned many corners in hopes to lose my enemies, but they remained close to me in the chase. Then a bad thing happened; I ran into the edge of the lake. I did not know what to do but, strangely enough, there were john boats lined up across the lake, so I hopped across those to the other side. I finally lost my enemies behind me. Then I entered the sandy woods, ran quickly through it, and arrived at the bus, which Caitlin had already started in preparation for our getaway.

Suddenly that story transitioned into something completely different. I was walking through the basement of my old church in near darkness. When I walked up the stairs I found myself in a strange place: an outdoor Best Buy. I looked around and noticed that Best Buy had become more of a hardware store than an electronics store. While I was walking around, I saw David Badertscher shopping. Noticing I needed a haircut, he handed me some sheers. I cut my hair right there in the middle of the store. Then I stole a Best Buy trash can.

Then I awoke.

Dream #50 (September 10, 2009)

This dream involves a good amount of people that I know.

It all began in the middle of the night in a surreal, empty city. Kevin Chupp, my little brother, and I were on a team that was competing in a sort of scavenger hunt/mystery competition. We were searching for clues that would lead us to the location of a treasure. At the same time, we had certain tasks to complete before we could find the treasure.

We first started outside of a creepy and enormous mansion. When we entered we found that it was eerily lit by a few candles. We searched through the various rooms that were quite oddly designed, gathering the materials we needed (a candlestick, a clock, and a pair of black socks). Then, to our surprise, the next thing on the list ordered us to all combat a Sith Lord in the mansion with light sabers.

Out of nowhere, a tall man in a long black robe walked out from behind the staircase, holding a red light saber. Then Kevin noticed a collection of light sabers on a table nearby and grabbed one for each of us (I had a green light saber). Then we battled in typical Star Wars fashion, with all the jumps, flips, dives, twirls, and close-calls. After several minutes of battle, the Sith Lord used "The Force" to throw a table at me, which went on to hit me in the head. I blacked out.

Then I woke up in my parents' house. I was now involved in a completely different story. It was Sunday morning and I was late for church. However, before I left, I decided to check the Internet. Apparently I had entered a video contest, and I wanted to see how I did. To my surprise I discovered that my little brother had entered the contest as well, and his video took votes that I should have gotten, causing a lame video to win (or so I thought in my head). By the way, my little brother's video involved a stuffed gorilla and a brown clay truck.

I went to church a little annoyed. When I entered the sanctuary, I was surprised by the worship for the week. On stage, Eric and Emily de Araujo, along with some other people I did not know, were playing Brazilian music onstage, complete with horns and interesting percussion. Then I saw Nathan Galvez and Lauren sitting in the back pew, so I sat with them. Though I enjoyed the worship a lot, Nathan did not seemed to thrilled with it. So we decided to walk out of the service and go to my house.

There we made and ate an entire 'thing' of homemade ice cream. It was good.

From there, I went back to the church to watch the Brazilians perform some more music after the service. There I saw the old Bethel College gang (Shana, Ashley, Stan, Kevin, Jessica, Greg, and Jason). They were particularly enjoying the music. At the time, Eric D was performing quite a solo on a saxophone. Then I went and looked behind the curtain behind the stage (while the band was still performing) and I saw my little brother playing drums.

Then I awoke.

Dream #49 (September 9, 2009)

This is a little interesting.

Last night I dreamed that was blind. The funny thing is that it took me a while to notice. I was walking around my room at the Regent Commons in the dark, and I was unable to turn the lights on. However, I was still able to visualize in my head where things should be, so I went about my normal business. I ate cereal, talked to somebody who came to the room, and tried to get on the computer.

Finally, I realized that could not see. Instead of freaking out like most people would, I just accepted it right away. I decided then and there that I wanted to something crazy that blind people can't normally do, so I decided to become a professional boxer.

The next thing I knew I was boxing my first match. I was receiving a lot of press coverage due to the craziness of the bout. When the match began, I knew that I had to be quick and unpredictable so that I would not be hit. Right when the bell rang, I immediately began hopping and running around the ring, trying to be as random as I could with my movements. Then I realized that I also had to hit him if I wanted to win, so I occasionally leaped forward with a mighty uppercut.

For a long time I did not get hit. However, I did not hit my opponent either. After several minutes, I felt a slight tap on my arm, which caused me to pause for a moment, which then led to a swift blast in my face. I fell back, trying to reach the ropes behind me (which were not as close to me as I had predicted).

When I hit the floor, I did a summersault, spun around and faked a punch with my right and and used my left hand to do a wicked cross. I hit my opponent in the shoulder, and from there, I was able to let the fists fly.

Then I awoke.

Dream #48 (September 8, 2009)

This was amazingly interesting.

At the start of the dream, I was at my house, and it was the middle of the night. Something cause me to wake up and walk out to the living (that looks out into the front yard) and there I saw some headlights pull into the driveway.

I walked outside, and a few seconds later, my mom, dad, and little brother all came outside as well. The person who pulled up was my grandfather. He was in a big blue van that looked much more junky than anything he had driven for a long time. Then he explained to my family that the van contained a special room in the back (all the seats had been taken out). If passengers were to ride in this special room, they would enter into a parallel universe.

Tempted and intrigued, my family all managed to fit into the back of the van. As my grandfather began to drive down the highway on which we live, we found ourselves being absorbed by a bright and cold light. Suddenly we found ourselves (still in the van) in a large school parking lot.

When we walked out, my grandfather told us all to meet him there the next day. We had no idea where to go, so we all split up (though my parents stayed together). As I walked down the street in the middle of the night alone, I saw a house that looked so eery that I had to enter it. It was several stories tall and, for some reason, I felt welcome there.

When I entered, I was welcomed by Greg Beck (from Regent University), who, because it was a parallel universe, was different. He was very wealthy and very generous. When I went inside I discovered that he was preparing for a middle-of-the-night dinner party. As he was preparing, I was exploring the house. There were all kinds of secret passage was from room to room, slides instead of stairs in many places, and many of the rooms were very disorienting and strangely shaped (the floors were at an angle to the ground). It was very surreal. I once even slip on a floor and fell through a hole and ended up in his garage, which had many nice cars.

Finally the dinner party was beginning. It was not quite as large as I expected. There were two women there, both dressed in black, and one other man there, also dressed in black. Greg was wearing a yellow shirt, which clashed with the feel of his house, but didn't look too bad on him. After the dinner (which was Italian food), the guests and I left. For a few minutes I walked with the two women who were at the party. We were not talking; we just walked silently side by side. A couple of minutes later, out of nowhere, one of the women pushed the other to the ground and began to beat her mercilessly. Not wanting to get caught up in the mess, I kept on walking.

When I returned to the school, I found my parents there, and I found out from them that they had been looking for my little brother for quite some time. We went inside of the school in hopes that he would be there. When we entered, we discovered that there was a late night basketball game going on from a woman that worked at the desk that looked an awful lot like Jenna W. (who used to be my neighbor at the Regent Commons). She also told my dad to fill out a bunch of paperwork before he could enter into the gymnasium. While my mother and I were waiting for my father, my little brother walked in. He told us that he had been arrested and had managed to escape.

So my family decided to leave. Before we left, however, I peeked into the gym and saw that some interesting people were playing on the basketball team: Michael Kaser, Kody Heffelfinger, among others. As we walked to the parking lot, my grandfather pulled up in the van and picked us up.

When we got back home, my mom called her sister, who, minutes later, showed up at our house with her family, hoping to visit a parallel universe. However, I was too selfish to let them do so before I got to go again (by the way, by this time it was morning). I convinced my grandfather to take me on another trip by myself. So we left together.

When I arrived at the new parallel universe, I found myself under a tall building that had, on the top, a large billboard with my face on it.

Then I awoke.

Dream #47 (September 7, 2009)

This dream was visually stimulating.

The first part of my dream was located in a small community in the middle of a forrest. There were homes cut into trees, plenty of rope bridges, and a railroad.

In the beginning of the dream, I was in the basement of a tree. There were roots all over the walls and the floor, and it was difficult to move about. Apparently the house was my own, and I was preparing the house for a party that was supposed to take place there. A friend of mine from high school, Adam Pflugshaupt, (who, curiously, was in a dream of mine a few nights ago) was in the kitchen upstairs baking an enormous pan of garlic bread cake (a perfect desert in my mind). Unfortunately when I walked upstairs I encountered a very bad smell and black smoke; Adam had severely burnt the garlic bread cake.

Because of his mistake, Adam gave me an envelope of money to go buy some food from the local supermarket. When I walked out of the house I noticed how green everything was around me. On my way to the supermarket, I decided to walk along the edge of the wall by the railroad track. This particular track was laid about ten feet below the ground level and was walled off by cement. It was not the safest arrangement, for a person could easily fall down onto the track with little hope of escaping.

As I was walking I met up with a friend of mine from Bethel College, Shana Beers. When she saw me, she became very excited and ran over to me. She handed me a little yellow and green cupcake. When I reached out to grab the cupcake, however, I lost my footing and fell onto the railroad track, landing painfully on my back. I did not want to get up, but a distant train whistle gave me a sudden burst of energy (Sorry Paul Simon, but not everybody loves the sound of a Train in the Distance on all occasions).

I desperately attempted to jump out of the pit, but I just could not grasp the ledge of the concrete wall above me. So, not knowing what to do, I flattened myself against the wall. The train approached faster and faster until it came upon me. Luckily I was untouched by the train when it first passed me. Unluckily I was unable to move an inch, otherwise I would be swept away by the train.

After a ridiculous amount of cars, the train passed and I was able to get out of the pit (I found a ladder a little ways down the tracks). When I got to the top, Shana gave me another envelope that contained a letter from my brothers. In the letter they explained that they moved to Antarctica and wanted me to come visit their home. So I went over to the train station and got on the next train to Antarctica (that came very quickly).

Here the time jumped to my visit with my brothers. I was in their small wooden house amongst all the snow. We were all wearing bright red sweaters and black pants and were discussing about taking a hike to the ocean in the evening.

When it was about to get dark, both of my brothers and I started on our voyage to the ocean. It was quite a fun hike. We were even able to take off our sweatshirts and enjoy the beautiful weather. We ran around gigantic mounds of snow, slid down large hills, and threw snow balls at each other. We also brought pillows (mine was bright red, again) in case we wanted to sleep outside, but I got tired of carrying it, so I left it on the path with the intent of picking it up later. Finally, we reached to ocean front.

It was one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen. There were green, purple, and yellow lights in the sky that were reflecting off the dark blue water. Together my brothers and I sang Acadian Driftwood and turned around and went home. On the way back, I tried to find my pillow, but it was nowhere to be seen. As the weather began to drop in temperature, we decided to forget about it and go back inside.

When we returned, we found our father and Uncle Keith in the garage working on the heater. As we all stood there talking, my brothers started asking me if I wanted to move in with them and forget about my house back in the forrest. I said I would sleep on it. My little brother suddenly became very hungry and walked back in the house and came back into the garage with a huge bowl of a cereal that resemble Lucky Charms.

Then I awoke.

Dream #46 (September 6, 2009)

I found this to be odd.

This dream primarily took place on an enormous bridge in the middle of a city. The bridge was miles and miles long and thousands of feet wide. It stretched out over a very large body of water, and traffic was moderate.

At the beginning of the dream I was riding in the passenger seat of an old fashioned car (light brown in color). The driver (who looked like somebody out of the 20s) was driving us out of a very dark tunnel onto the bridge I just described. When we reach the middle of the bridge we found that a road block had been made by about six other old fashioned cars (white and black in color).

The driver pulled over and I pulled out my tommy gun. We walked up to the road block where a menacing woman was standing. She had several henchmen around her, and she was giving me an evil and arrogant eye. She too had a tommy gun pointed at me.

We had a stand-off for several minutes (this part took up the most time in my dream) We just stared at each other for the longest time. I was sweating profusely, as was my enemy. Strangely enough, the sweat was dripping off of her face in high definition slow motion.

After quite a long stare-down, I decided that it was the time to act. I fired off my gun while simultaneously jumping to the side. Unfortunately I only hit her a couple of times in the shoulder (which also played in slow motion allowing me to see the bullet break the skin and bone in gruesome detail). I managed to dodge her bullets as I made it safely behind my car door. With another quick move I managed to get inside the car and drive off (I must have left my driver to fend for himself), and I drove back into the tunnel at an amazing high speed. I entered into the black abyss of the tunnel not able to see anything in front of me. As my line of vision began to fade behind me, I noticed that I was being chased by all six of the cars from the road block. Eventually everything faded to black except for the very small bit of road revealed by my headlights.

Then I awoke.

Dream #45 (September 5, 2009)

I found this to be rather strange.

The dream began as I sat in a living room of sorts (it was decorated with much maroon and purple velvet) watching television. At the time, I was being 'forced' to watch a soap opera that was on television. After several minutes of this torture, something strange happened.

All of a sudden, I found myself taking part on the soap opera story. Before I had entered into the story, a woman had been given a necklace that made her eat other people. When I joined I found myself alone in a dark room with that woman. She was acting normal for a while, but in an instant she transformed into this long nailed, sharp-toothed creature that was trying to eat me.

There were ten separate bunk beds in the room we were in, so I kept hiding behind the beds and jumping from one bunk to the other. Finally, I was able to get to the door so that I could run outside. The outdoors looked just like something out of a cheap horror film; there was fog everywhere and everything seemed to be dark green in color.

Unfortunately, the people-eating woman was unnaturally fast, so she easily caught up with me. Luckily, something caught her attention that kept her from pursuing me and caused her to run in another direction. Unluckily that thing that caught her attention was another woman.

The people-eating woman jumped on top of the other woman and started to gnaw on her hair. Filled with adrenaline I ran over there and ripped the necklace from the people-eating woman. Instantly she turned back to normal. However, she continued to pursue me, claiming that she wanted the necklace back. I did not understand her stupidity so, being out of options, I ran away.

When I returned to the room we were in, I found another woman there who told me to go home.

Then I awoke.

Dream #44 (September 4, 2009)

This dream involves some old friends of mine.

This dream began inside of an airport. I was with Kevin Chupp and the rest of his old band, Solemn Promise. We were all at the airport in order to see a mewhithoutyou show that was scheduled to take place in the waiting area past the security.

After we got through the all the metal detectors, scanners, probers, and investigators, we attended a very good show put on by mewithoutyou and left. We returned to Rick Hall's home (though it looked nothing like the real version) and planned to sleep there. It was already very late.

We entered the bedroom only to discover that it was completely covered with beds, and there were no aisles for walking around the beds. We simply had to walk on the beds. It was actually kind of need because all the beds had very interesting quilts on them and the bedroom itself had walls made of glass.

Eventually, after much chatting, we went to sleep. Then, about an hour and a half later (on the alarm clock by my head in the dream), all the other guys had woken up and were planning on going to another show in the middle of the night (it was 3 a.m.). I typically hate losing sleep, so I decided to stay. Kevin decided to stay as well, so we had the room full of beds to ourselves.

Unfortunately, every time I would almost fall asleep, something would happen to wake me up. The first time, Rick Hall entered the room to make sure everything was alright. The next time, Brett (from Regent) came into the room with his girlfriend and talked there for too long. Then, Adam Pflugshaupt (a friend from high school) came in. I kind of wanted to talk to him, but I love sleep so much that I decided not to. The last time I even tried going to sleep, the rest of Solemn Promise returned from their late night rendezvous and were being very loud and obnoxious.

When the sun came up, all of us went outside and were examining earthworms in the front yard by the road (this front yard strangely resembled Jeff Kreider's yard). Then Mike Coon (from the band) started eating the earthworms, so everyone else started to do the same.

I did not have a whole lot of fun because I had that horrible feeling of exhaustion that one gets when one pulls an all nighter. I was still able to function, but I did not dare to speak or act out because I knew I was in an altered state.

Finally, I decided to climb up a tree to get away from it all. After going up a few branches, I discovered that Kevin had already climbed up there.

Then I awoke.