Dream #301 (December 30, 2010)

Unlike last night, this dream took place in one setting.

I began the dream by walking up the marble steps of a Roman-style judicial building. I passed through the columns and through the front doors and entered a great room with a chalkboard and desk at the front and many rows of black lab tables (like the ones in the science rooms in my old high school). It was taking a science class. I walked to the front row and sat down.

I was wearing some odd pieces of clothing. I had on a very heavy brown fur coat, thick brown gloves, a brown scarf, a yellow sweater, brown corduroy pants, brown boots, and square glasses. I was also wearing a brown barrette, which it took off and hung, along with my coat, on the back of my chair. I felt like I was in London in the nineteenth century.

This class was the last one of the semester, and we were being handed our final test scores. When the teacher's assistant got to me, he handed me a purple folder that was empty except for a half piece of notebook paper with a '0' written on it in red ink. I was upset because I knew I took the test, and I had studied very hard for it so I was confident that I would receive a good grade. I took the folder up to the teacher's desk and addressed the issue.

The teacher, though he looked like a math professor from Bethel College, was Jeff Goldblum. At first he didn't believe me, but then he started taking me seriously. He immediately ordered everyone to search for my missing test.

Now, there were three sections to the test. One was a multiple choice section, the other was a fill-in-the-blank, and the third was an essay, all done on separate sheets of notebook paper. Immediately the students looked under their desks, and a girl in the classroom (wearing a thick red coat and a red barrette) found the fill-in-the-blank section of my test, which was crumpled up and marked with a '100' in red ink. She took it to the Jeff Goldblum, who then ordered the class to search the rest of the giant room quite thoroughly.

This is how the rest of the dream was spent. The students (including myself) looked through boxes, above ceiling tiles (with the use of tall ladders), in the janitor's closet, and in everyone's backpacks.

There were strange things going on outside whilst we were going about our search. At one point, a fire truck went speeding by with its lights flashing and its siren yelling. Later on, an accident involving a green car, a baby blue car, and a yellow taxi stole my attention for a short while. The owners of the vehicles got out and began shouting at each other, and they caused quite a traffic backup.

At some point in this mess I awoke, having never found the other two portions of the test.

Dream #300 (December 29, 2010)

This dream, Dream #300 by the way, was incredibly long. It felt as if it lasted for days. However, I will try to keep the description relatively brief.

The first part of the dream was a bit violent. I was in a city that was lit by a brownish gold light. I was walking down the sidewalk, observing the people in go-carts driving by me at great speeds. For some reason I stood by a certain street lamp for what felt like hours. I was there until it became dark.

A little after darkness fell, a young boy came running toward me, shouting something. I tried to stop him to see what the matter was, but when I tried to grab him, I caused him to trip and fall into the road. Just then, a bus drove by and violently smashed the young boy. The boy was instantly dead, and the bus kept driving. I didn't know what to do. Just then the boys father came out of an apartment. He was hispanic, and he was carrying a baseball bat and wearing a tank-top shirt and a gold necklace. He looked at me angrily and rushed at me. I wanted to cover up the involuntary murder I had just committed, so I pulled out a knife and stabbed the man in his heart, killing him. I had just destroyed a family and was shaken up.

I entered the apartment of the father and son I had just murdered to see what kind of people they were. I noticed several toys on the forest green carpet, and several dishes and clothes lying about the house. I began to weep.

Then I went back in time to when I was watching the go-carts race by. Then I saw the little boy run by and let him go this time. His father still came out after him with a baseball bat, and I let him run by me as well. Shortly after a tall man with grey hair, a straw hat, and battered clothes, walked up to me and gave me a handful of grain.

Then I switched over to a different dream.

I was staying at some sort of boarding school. I was taking classes, wearing a school uniform, and living in a dorm with a bunch of guys. The dream started in a yoga class I was taking. The class was all males, and many of them were overweight, and quite funny to watch as they attempted the art of yoga. I did quite well (I'm pretty flexible in real life, but I don't practice yoga), and looked as nimble as a ballerina.

When the class was over, everyone went to the shower-room/restroom to wash up and go potty. It was 8:00 p.m. by then, and I realized that I had not urinated since the night before. I walked up to the urinals, which (this is very bizarre) resembled sinks and were each located directly under a drinking fountain. The urinal sinks were pretty high, so the spouts of the drinking fountains were bound to get hit by urine often. It grossed me out. I peed for over a minute. My stream was so powerful and so loud that all the guys in the bathroom began looking at me in awe and wonder. Ashamed, I tried to angle myself so that I could avoid their glances.

I finally finished peeing and went into the shower room. All the piping had been painted red and reminded me of a fire station for some reason.

After showering, I went to my 9:00 p.m. class, which was a typewriting class. All the students crammed into a small one-room building with a screen door, one window, a bookshelf, and the teacher's desk. We were all supposed to type a one-page paper, but their were about twenty of us and only one typewriter (this room was so small that we were all standing, scrunched together, and the person typing was sitting outside). The outside reminded me of my back yard, by the way.

I was last in line to type my paper. While I waited, I looked at all the crazy old books on the shelves and talked to some of my fellow classmates. It was a strange group of people that I've met at various points in my life. The people I knew were Jon Ayee (friend from Regent University), Erin Roseander (high school classmate, whom I have not seen since graduation), Cate Sterczala (Prairie Camp counselor), and Mrs. Denny (high school Home Economics teacher, who also taught the typing class in my dream, though she looked and acted much differently, sharing only the name).

Cate was right in front of me and took an extra long time typing as I sat in the dark classroom by myself. When she finally finished, Mrs. Denny began to freak out because the class time was over but I hadn't even began my paper. She even blamed me for it, which made no sense. As I was about to start my paper, Cate handed me a paper and told me she had written it for me to use as mine. I was surprised and a bit insulted by the gesture, for I love to write and I hate to cheat. Just as I began typing the paper, though, Mrs. Denny told me there wasn't time and that I would have to make it up another time. As I walked through the woods back to my dorm, I realized that I had taken that class the previous semester and that I wouldn't need to take it again. I wondered if I could still get credit for it, for it was a blow-off class, and I needed just 3 more elective credits to graduate. When I arrived at my dorm, I emailed Doug Miller (who was my academic adviser at Regent) to see if I could get credit for the class again.

Then I switched dreams again.

I was back in the city where I murdered the father and son. I was, however, sitting across the street from where I had been before. I sat along a wall to a closed-down store, along with hundreds of others, who were lined up for what looked like a mile, and they all were sitting down. I watched buses pass, I saw clowns walk by, and I witnessed toys marching along the road.

Finally, I became bored and left the long line of sitting people. After walking a few miles down the road, I found a beautiful grassy cliff. I looked down in the water and noticed a large boat (this is where the dream gets a bit disjointed and hazy). I instantly knew that the boat belonged to some evil town-suppressing billionaire. I decided to battle this billionaire, so I walked to a gravel parking lot and found Kevin Chupp and my dad. Together we (after a long, drawn out process that I only vaguely remember) built a battleship and defeated the evil man, blowing up his ship with ours.

Then I switched over to a different place altogether. I was in a snowy city observing the beautiful Christmas lights reflecting off of the snow. I walked by a Taco Bell and a Wendy's, then crossed an intersection and entered a subdivision. The houses, though they were quite small, looked gorgeous. After observing these places I walked back to the main road.

I eventually awoke. I'm sure I missed something; this dream was so long and jumbled that I probably didn't keep it straight.

Dream #299 (December 28, 2010)

A dream. I hope to be more regular, but who knows if I will be?

I was in a large city with my friend Kevin Chupp. I was driving an old, beat up, 80s style brown car, with Kevin in the passenger seat, and we were touring the city to which we had never been. The first place we stopped at was a McDonald's.

We walked in and I saw Rick Hall there meeting with a bunch of white-haired men. He smiled and waved, then looked back to whomever was speaking at the meeting.

Kevin and I sat at a high table and ordered tacos from the waitress (the McDonald's had apparently turned into a high class Taco Bell). Then Alivia Sims (a girl who graduated from high school with my little brother, whom I barely know) walked in with her boyfriend Nathan and didn't bother saying hello, even though I waved at them.

Before we received our food, Kevin and I left. We hopped back into the junker and entered some very heavy traffic. We decided to leave the car in the middle of the road and walk to wherever we were going. It was a piece of junk anyway.

The lighting in the city was a strange twilight for the entire dream, but I only truly noticed it while walking in it. It was almost beautiful.

Then Kevin and I found a little subdivision that proudly held many rows of very leafy trees that blocked much of the city's light, making the whole place dark and mysterious. We walked around there for a while, not encountering even the faintest amount of life. We were a bit spooked, so we ran out of the subdivision.

Then we walked into a gas station that was nearby (though I don't know why, for we had abandoned our car) and again ran into Rick Hall, who was buying a candy bar and a bottle of water (interesting combo).

We left without making a purchase.

After walking on the sidewalk for a few minutes, my dad picked us up in a blue van (similar to the one he used to own), and we rode down the highway at a frightening speed (which is strange, for my dad is a conservative driver). We were going so fast that he was barely able to stop at a construction zone, where the exit we wanted to take was blocked by orange cones and fences.

Then I awoke.

Dream #298 (December 26, 2010)

I keep putting off blogging my dreams. I apologize.

This is nuts. Last night I dreamt that I was in the future. There was a violent civil war going on in the United States, and much of the land was in ruin. The government was desperately trying to control the population, so 10% of Americans were incarcerated. There was one particular prison that held something like 1/4 of all the prisoners in the nation, which was a giant number of people.

At the start of the dream, I had all of this knowledge. I was attending some sort of party being held at Koontz Lake Missionary Church. As I stood in the corner of the fellowship hall, observing everyone, trying to spot government-hired strongmen, a young lady came up to me and asked if I would be willing to work for her. See, I was some sort of bounty hunter in the dream, and I must have been very good at it, for people were typically willing to pay me great amounts of cash for my services. However, in this particular instance, the woman expressed that the couple who wanted to hire me had no funding for bounty hunters. This young woman, however, thought their lives were in danger, so she came to me with not money.

Being the nice guy I am, I agreed to go with her to the couple's house. On the way there (we took a taxi) I realized, while talking to the young woman, that the couple was a very important couple to the rebellion against the government, and I was glad to be helping them, though I was slightly afraid that the forces against them would be too great for even me to deal with.

When I arrived at the couple's home, they were looking over blueprints in their kitchen. I let them be and began playing pool on the table they had near their front door. A few minutes later, three heavily armed girls busted through the front door, each of them pulling out several sharp objects.

I immediately broke me pool stick in half, leaped off the pool table and hit the ring leader in the head with one part of the broken stick. I then picked up that girl's knife, threw it into the neck of the one to her right. Then I took a gun from that dead girl's right boot and shot the third girl. All this took place in only a few moments. I don't know where this violence comes from. It's pretty sickening.

After I conquered the threat, I went to make sure the important couple was alright. They were fine, until about an hour (in dream time) passed by, when hundreds of government officers burst through the already-broken front door and took everyone in the house into their custody.

We were brought to a judge, who was seating in a small, but tall room that sat directly above the giant underground prison (the one that held 1/4 of American prisoners). There was a very quick trial (which primarily consisted of the judge yelling at the couple). After a few minutes, they were shot down a tube into their separate cells. I, however, was not imprisoned immediately. I actually began chatting with the guards, already getting on their good side, before I was even taken in (I was, of course, playing them).

I was allowed to go free, so I went to an Old Country Buffet. However, right when I was about to get a slice of ham, I was taken down by two government officers. The next thing I knew I was in jail.

Time then passed by in a strange way. The next thing I remember, I had already befriended the warden of the prison, and he let me do pretty much whatever I wanted. He had heard of me when he read an article in an entertainment magazine that had me listed as one of the most memorable characters ever seen on film. I apparently was a very violent character in a documentary-style film directed by Greg Beck, a film which the warden loved. I took advantage of that very quickly.

One instance I remember very well was when I was up in the 'box' (the warden's office) with the warden as he made all the rest of the prisoner's poop on the floor, pee on their feces, then carry the spoiled feces to a large pile in the middle of the prison, where they were then forced to all climb atop of. It was absolutely disgusting, and, while I was glad I didn't have to take part in the torture, I was also ashamed that I had gotten out of the punishment while all the other prisoners had not. It was then that I realized that all the prisoners were out of their cells, with only a couple loose chains weighing them down, but we definitely outnumbered the guards. I quickly grabbed the microphone in the warden's 'box' and directed the prisoner's to riot, and riot they did. It wasn't long before we, using the ammunition in the prison, blew a hole in the wall of the prison and escaped, losing not a single prisoner in the process.

I ran out into the daylight, and it hurt my eyes.

Then I awoke.

Dream #297 (December 21, 2010)

Right when I laid in my bed to go to sleep, I remembered last night's dream all at once.

The first part took place outside my neighbor's house (though the house in the dream seemed to be made almost entirely out of glass). There was three feet of snow on the ground, approximately, and I was in the front yard trying to shovel my way through it. It was dark outside, but the snow reflected the moonlight well.

After I started making my way to the road, I realized that I could make a really cool snow maze, and that is what I did. It weaved here and there, and making it was much easier in the dream that it would be in real life. After a short while, I had a pretty cool maze. I ran inside my neighbors' house to tell the guests there (not only were the Ferch's there, but my little brother and several other teenagers were there as well). They all came out and did the maze, having a good time. Once everyone made it through, we proceeded to build snow men, dozens of them, all about the yard.

Then I switched to another dream.

I entered a large store (the roof must have been fifty feet high) with Kevin Chupp and Neil Silveus (a couple of friends of mine from Bethel College). I was accompanying them as they shopped for things to fill their new apartment with. Neil kept grabbing random items, such as wooden spoons, five gallon bowls, cookies, red plates, blue cups, and more. I took them to the cereal aisle to see what they had, but only found two kinds: Fruit Loops and Frosted Flakes. I didn't understand how such a large store could have such a small collection of cereal. However, when we turned the corner, I found much more cereal, with some kinds I can't even remember because they don't exist.

After the cereal spree, Neil decided that he wanted a green bowl from the top of one of the forty-foot tall shelves. I climbed the shelf for him, wondering if it was completely necessary, and retrieved the bowl. Then we headed to the part of the store where the ceiling was more normal and witnessed an old lady stealing watches. She would grab them from the display and put them in the inner pockets of her cloak.

Then I awoke.

Dream #296 (December 20, 2010)

This was different than usual.

In the first part of the dream, I was there, but not actually present. I was some sort of vapor that could only witness what was happening without actually taking part.

I was with Scooby-Do and Shaggy, and we were trying to reach a giant green and blue mansion that sat on the top of a small mountain. We snuck around the front gate (though they didn't know I was there) and into the front yard. To get over the gate, Shaggy jumped off of Scooby's back, then stood at the top and pulled the great dane up to his level. I just kind of hovered over the fence.

Then we reached a manmade waterfall that we had to climb. Scooby began his ascent, but kept slipping, in a very cartoony way, on the fake stones in the waterfall. I kept trying to help him, but because of my vapor-ness, I was unable to do anything. And Shaggy was of no help, for he was standing about thirty feet away, looking all around him for no apparent reason.

Then I switched over to a different dream.

I was in a large gymnasium with the high school boys' basketball team that I played with years ago. For some reason, though, I was just their manager. I was filling up water bottles and collecting loose basketballs that wandered off during their warm-ups.

For one reason or another, the team, after having one the state championship, was scheduled to play the state champion girls team of that year (which, in real life, was the girls' team from the same school, but no in the dream). I had been wondering why all the balls were the size used for girls basketball.

After the warm-ups were over, I went to the concession stand and bought some nachos and cheese, which made the coach angry. But instead of scolding me, he told me to put a jersey on.

I followed his order and joined the basketball team in the locker room. We came out ready to play some ball, and when the game started we, as expected, dominated. I even got to play a little bit (which was a rare occurrence in high school).

I awoke somewhere in the midst of the game.

Dream #295 (December 18, 2010)

This was great fun.

I dreamt that I was living in the suburbs. It was a bright sunny day, and I was walking down the street passing all the houses that all looked, for the most part, the same. I knocked on the door of a house in a culdesac and one of my former campers answered the door (his name is Drew). I talked with him for a while to see how he was doing.

When we finished I walked back from where I had come. When I arrived at my parent's home (it was not my home in the dream), a man came running toward me from the shed behind my house. When he got close enough, he informed me the the house-blimp that my friends were on was in need of my assistance, but it had already taken off and was a mile into the air.

I had to come up with a way to help them, so I got my little brother out of the house and told him to follow me to the shed. When we got there, we pulled out an old dune buggy that had helicopter parts attached to it, along with a big parachute. It was pretty rusty, but it would have to do. I spent the next several minutes trying to convince my brother to join me in saving the people aboard the blimp. He was very stubborn, but finally I broke him.

We had an insane and thrilling ride up to the blimp in our buggy/helicopter thing. Somehow we managed to pilot it right into the loading dock on the house-blimp. When we got on, I saw the problem with the engine and immediate fixed it with little effort.

After all problems were fixed, I decided to go parachuting with some of the members on board. Mike flew the buggy back to the ground while I and a Will Smith/Ben Smith combo, who was talking to the character Carl Winslow from Family Matter, (Ben Smith is a friend of mine; he was somehow mixed with the famous Will) strapped on some parachutes and jumped out of the plane.

It was an awesome fall, and both our parachutes worked. I don't think I need to ever go skydiving after the experience I had in my dream, for it was truly amazing.

When we landed, I decided I wanted to go again. So my brother flew me back up there in the buggy/helicopter and this time we both parachuted down. As I was falling, I heard my cell phone going off, playing the Eels' song "Railroad Man," which is my ringtone in real life. I wanted to answer it, but I could barely control my body.

Unfortunately I awoke before landing.

Dream #294 (December 17, 2010)

Another dream has come.

In the beginning of the dream, I was attending the funeral of Frank Harris, a friend of mine from high school who passed away a couple months ago. It was, like the funeral in real life, very sad. I saw many people whom I had not seen for a long time, and they were all watching a slideshow of Frank's short life.

Though I was present at the funeral, I was standing outside the room where it was being held, looking in the window. I was alone for a while until Mrs. Carver (a woman I have not seen for years, and the mother of a classmate of mine) came and greeted me, giving me a hug. As she said some words about Frank, a middle aged man came through the front doors of the building carrying a baby in his hands. He burst into the funeral ceremony and announced that the child was the son of Frank and that it was a blessing, for his memory would live on through the child.

I saw the baby boy. It looked like a normal baby except for the fact that his thumbs were larger than mine (which is funny, because Frank had some big thumbs as well, a characteristic I had forgotten about him until this dream).

Then I was awakened by Neil Silveus, who had just returned that night from the Dominican Republic.

I fell asleep again and dreamt that I was in a back alley with Sinbad the Sailor from Popeye and we were pushing a trailer-house in which my mom was giving birth. We pushed it through many streets, running stoplights and disturbing traffic, but we managed to make it to the hospital in time.

I'm pretty sure my mother can no longer bear children, but there was a baby nonetheless. However, the nurses kept the baby in a fish tank, and its skin looked very yellow. As I studied it curiously, Jason Suter walked in dressed in the garbs of a doctor and told me everything was perfectly normal. Then my mother walked up next to me wearing a Christmas sweater, not looking as if she had just given birth. I was a little concerned for my parents for the upcoming responsibilities they had.

Then I awoke.

Dream #293 (December 16, 2010)

I'm sorry I'm not blogging my dreams every day. I've been quite busy, and I haven't been around my computer for a while (this is my brother's laptop).

In this dream I signed up, while I was at Bethel, to be an assistant at a boys and girls club. I drove my old white Cutless Siera (the car I had my Freshman year at Bethel several years ago) to the great complex where it was to all take place. It was extremely snowy (there were several feet of snow on the roads even) and it was dark by the time I had arrived.

When I walked into the center, my old band director, Mr. Bertasso, was there leading a big game of basketball. He saw me and asked me to ref, so I pulled off my Woolen jacket and discovered that I was already wearing a ref shirt.

I finished out the game, then everybody began to leave. I walked out into the snowy, tungsten lit parking lot and discovered that my car was gone, so I began walking down the insanely busy highway (I actually chose to walk in the median) back toward my house. As I was walking, I met up with Josh Hartsell (who was my RA at Bethel). We talked as we walked back to Bethel.

Then I awoke.

Dream #292 (December 14, 2010)

This is a bit insane, but very interesting.

I was working for a large company with Kevin Chupps. We each had our own cubicle in a skyscraper, and we were in the future (I'm fairly certain of that). As we were filling out paperwork, a messenger came with a new job for the two of us, given to us by the big boss of the company (he was actually a giant). The job was to enter into an alternate universe and kill ten people, videotaping the murders as they take place (yes, I know this is sick).

Well, we could not say no to this boss, for he would probably destroy everyone we knew if we were to double-cross him. Furthermore, we were informed that we would not actually be killing anybody, for what we were doing would not actually be real. It was a bit confusing, but I still fest wrongly about it.

Anyway, we were sent into this cyber world where our bodies were transformed into pixels, then sent via computer into the alternate world.

Kevin and I were both armed with video cameras. The first person we killed by strangling. It wasn't as gruesome as I thought it would be, for the target was unsuspecting of an attack and was unable to fight back. I felt awful for the rest of the dream, however, for the weight of death was upon me.

Then we shot a few people, some in the chest and one in the head, and got some quality footage of the incidents. (How could I have been so cruel?)

Finally, we entered a log cabin to kill the last two people (I'm pretty sure the amount of people I remember killing don't add up to ten, so my brain must have skipped a couple, for which I am grateful). Unfortunately, though we were in an alternate reality, I knew the two people we were supposed to kill: Carrie Badertscher and Amber Kreider. They didn't quite look the same as they do in real life, but I could tell who they were supposed to be. I didn't want to go through with the slaughter, but I had become accustomed to the violence, and I was no longer as affected by it. Kevin and I both pulled out knives and attached them to the front of our video cameras as if they were bayonets. Then, with a howl and a great force, Kevin stabbed Amber in the face as I went to stab Carrie. At the last moment, however, I turned my knife from Carrie's face, for I couldn't go through with it. Instead I landed the knife in her side. At this point, Amber was dead, and Carrie was stunned so that she could not move or react. Fortunately I don't think she knew who I was in this alternate reality (which is a little sad, if you think about it), so there was no look on her face of a person being betrayed by a friend. However, I had mortally wounded her, so I decided to finish her off by stabbing her in the heart so that she would not suffer.

Then I awoke, disturbed more than ever by what goes on in my mind.

Dream #291 (December 3, 2010)

This is interesting.

I was staying at a campground with my little brother Mike and with Jeff Kreider (a former co-worker at Prairie Camp). There were several small and colorful cabins throughout the campground, and it looked like a comfortable and peaceful place to stay. Even so, we were the only people there.

As Jeff and Mike were making our cabin livable, I decided to walk outside. The moment I did so, I saw a bear swiftly approaching the cabin. I instantly receded back into the cabin and asked Mike and Jeff what we should do. Then Jeff handed me a bow and a bag full of arrows and told me to "put it to rest." I was shocked, for I know that Jeff loves animals, but I obeyed him.

I went back out side, with an arrow drawn and ready to fire. The bear retreated backward into a small red cabin. He back up all the way to the back wall. I was going to let it live when I heard a voice shout, "Kill it!" Then I decided to fire the first shot.

I hit the bear in the center of its nose, but the bear did not react much, other than looking forlorn. I fired another shot, this time hitting his neck. The bear just stared at me. I began to cry a bit as I fired a third arrow into the other side of the bear's neck. I didn't want to keep this going, but I heard Jeff yelling at me to put it out of its misery.

I was crying hard at this point, and I could barely look the bear in the face as I fired ten more arrows into its head. With that, the bear fell to its side, presumably dead. My eyes were soaking wet, so I wiped them off with my long green sleeve. Then I looked around me and noticed that there were hundreds of bears lying dead all over the campground, and each bear had dozens of arrows in its head. I was mortified.

With great sadness, so great that I could feel its weight on my back, I returned to the little green cabin Jeff, Mike, and I were staying in. Then, to my amazement, the bear I had killed was lying in Jeff's arms as Jeff nursed its wounds. I looked at Jeff angrily, wondering why he had pushed me so hard to kill the bear when he did not even want it dead in the first place. Then I noticed that the bear was wearing a diaper, and I knew Jeff had put it on him.

In a burst of anger i rushed out the back door of the cabin and looked at the great lake that was before me, surrounded by beautiful mountains.

Then I switched over to a different dream.

I was inside the Oregon-Davis Elementary School gymnasium, where a bunch of kids and college students were gathered. Everyone was playing basketball and everyone was wearing winter coats, hats, gloves, ect. It must have been cold in there.

I was standing behind the bleachers with Mike and Rachel Phipps. We were playing a game of 'pig,' and it was my turn. I tried to shoot a shot from behind the bleachers. I intentionally bounced a ball from the top of the bleachers and came very close to making it, hitting it off the back of the rim. Then it was Mike's turn. He did the same thing I did and missed it as well.

Then, for some reason, it was my turn again. I shot this shot with a mitten on my hand from out of bounds. I swished it, impressing both Mike and Rachel. Mike tried the shot and came close, but he missed that one as well.

Then we decided to leave the gym and head to Mike and Rachel's apartment. The place was very dark and remained that way for the rest of the dream. Rachel went into the kitchen to make us all a snack and Mike and I went into his bedroom. He wanted to show me a game he bought, but we didn't intend on playing it, for I had a long trip ahead of me. He pulled out a massive board that had 3D terrain. It was pretty awesome, and it glowed in the dark. I then said he was going to get the pieces of the game and that he would be back soon.

I sat on my knees and studied the board, observing the glowing green plateaus, the sparkling blue lakes, and the rough dark forests. The board must have been fifteen feet long and eight feet wide. I waited there for a long time, but Mike never returned. I decided that I should leave anyway, so I walked out of the room.

When I entered the hallway, I saw Mike curling a 40 pound dumbbell, listening to an iPod, not getting the game pieces. I thought that was strange of him, but continued on my way without saying anything to him.

I made a quick stop in the bathroom to wash the glow-in-the-dark substance off of my hands the went to the door. Rachel met me their with her plate of snacks that she prepared: saltine crackers with hot sauce. I gratefully took one, said goodbye, then walked out the door.

Then I awoke.

Dream #290 (December 2, 2010)

This is not nearly as interesting as the last several dreams, but there are some neat elements.

I was driving a car to Ohio with the intention of going to my friend Jason's house. The car is where the dream took place, but the people in the car, and the seat in which I was sitting, changed often.

To start with, I was driving. I was conversing with Jason Suter about what I want to do in life. As I was doing so, the conversation continued, but I was in the passenger seat and Jason was driving. When I finished, I was back in the driver's seat, and Joanna Suter (Jason's sister) responded to what I had just said, saying something about how difficult it is to see what is coming in life. I commented back something about not even knowing what the next second holds, and as I did so, I was again in the passenger seat while Joanna was driving. When I finished my statement, I was back to the driver's seat talking to Joanna, and this time Jason was in the back seat (which had been empty up until that point).

During this entire conversation, I didn't think anything of the odd shifts in space that were happening.

I soon awoke and realized that the dream was strange (Inception got it right as far as that goes).

I managed to fall back asleep.

I was in Koontz Lake Missionary Church. It was the middle of the night, and the only light in the whole place was an amber glow coming from the candles in the window (which are fake in reality, but were real in the dream; that's interesting) and the Christmas tree in the sanctuary.

There were a bunch of older people from Koontz Lake that I know, including Phil Bridges, Marsha Reese, and several others that I can't remember right now. Everyone was huddled together, trying to stay warm (the heat wasn't working apparently). Nobody seemed to care that I was wearing my pink snowsuit that I purchased at CHKD, which I wore for the short film "Chapter One: The Crustacheous Period" (which will be on YouTube soon).

I soon awoke from that dream.

Dream #289 (December 1, 2010)

Scary.

I began this dream with my little brother Mike and my friend Kyle Heffelfinger inside of a grocery store. We were looking at lettuce when we noticed that a lot of people around us were beginning to get clumsy, running into shelves and falling over too easily. One older man hit the ground very hard, so Kyle, Mike, and I walked over to see if he was alright.

The man began to shake and turn green. His skin started to rip, and green roots emerged from his blood. In front of our eyes, he turned into a celery-like zombie, and believe me, this was a grotesque sight to see. Then, almost causing me to wet myself, the celery zombie jumped to his feet, let out a bizarre squeal, then attempted to slice us with his sharp arms. We immediately began to run away.

As we ran out of the store, we noticed that almost everyone had turned into a celery zombie, and those who had not yet were being attacked by those who had.

We hopped into an old mini-van, and Kyle began to drive us away from the horror. When we got onto the street, there were celery zombies everywhere. To cut down on the number of zombies in the world, Kyle began intentionally hitting them head on with the van, causing them to break and fall to the ground. He had no mercy on these former humans, but we were in a time of fear and crisis. Unfortunately for us, the van broke down after a few miles.

Luckily we were in an area that had not yet been infected by the celery zombie virus, so we were able to take shelter in a restaurant, with the intention of warning the people in there.

As we walked in through the front door, I accidentally tripped on lip below my feet, causing me to fall to the ground. This legitimate clumsiness made Kyle and Mike believe that I was starting to lose control of myself as the people in the grocery store had, so they instantly ran away from me. I, however, had just tripped was not actually becoming a zombie, so I chased after them, pleading for them to wait for me. We all got so distracted with the chase that we didn't notice everybody in the entire restaurant turn into celery zombies. When Kyle and Mike finally realized that (which was after we ran through the whole restaurant), they entered a private conference room with no windows and only two doors, and bolted it shut behind them. I was left outside as hundreds of celery zombies were coming toward me.

I shouted and pleaded with them, begging for their mercy, but they had none. Finally, with all my might I busted through the door and showed them that I was not a zombie. While they finally accepted that fact, we realized that my determination had destroyed the only safe place near us, and we were totally exposed to the oncoming mass of zombies. Then we decided that we were going to fight through them to get to the exit.

We ran head on into the massive group of zombies, punching them in their faces, kicking them in their stomaches, and tripping them up. We were so agile that we made it to the exit unharmed.

Then my dream flashed forward and Kyle, Mike, and I were helping a few other humans clean up the town. All the zombies had died, and only a few people remained.

Then I awoke.

Dream #288 (November 30, 2010)

Crazy.

I dreamt that I was flying to Japan (in a plane) to meet a filmmaker there who was going to take me on as his apprentice. I was very excited about this opportunity, so I was willing to leave all the things that were familiar to me (also, I love Japanese film).

When the plane landed, I got off and entered the airport, then hopped onto an escalator that led took me hundreds of feet into the air. To make matters worse, there were no rails on the escalator, which increased my chance of falling greatly. I looked about and noticed that I had entered a labyrinth of escalators and moving walkways, all hundreds of feet above the ground, and all without rails or siding. I was even more nervous when I realized how crowded these escalators and walkways were. People were standing shoulder to shoulder, and I was baffled at how they were able to keep from falling to their deaths.

I had been riding around, holding my breath every time I had to move, for a long time when I realized I was hopelessly lost. Then help came. A young Japanese boy grabbed ahold of my arm and pulled me down, telling me he would show me where to go. I trusted the boy, and followed him through the crowds of people, across gaps in the walkways, and up and down escalators. He made me very nervous because he pushed his way through the crowds of people like he had the right, and I followed him, attempting to remain polite (strange rhyme there). I was given several very angry looks from the businessmen that I brushed against, but most of the people didn't seem to mind.

Finally, without dying or causing somebody else to fall to his death, we made it to the baggage claim. Then the boy asked me where I was going. I told him about the filmmaker, and he led me to his house, which was just a few blocks from the airport. Now, this part of Japan looked like a subdivision, but with Japanese style architecture.

When we arrived at the man's house, the little boy pulled me aside before I entered and informed me that it was Japanese custom to create an explosion to get somebody to get the homeowner to answer the door, and when he answered the door, it was also custom to tackle him to the ground, as a sort of respectful greeting. I listened to everything the boy said and took his words to heart.

I started out by blowing up the house across the street. That definitely got the attention of the filmmaker, for he came bursting out of his house to see what was going on. I knew I was doing well, going above and beyond what I was called to do, so I added some extra speed to my sprint right before tackling the old Japanese man, slamming him into the ground. I smiled at him as I rose to my feet, pleased with myself, until I saw the great frown on his face. I turned my head an saw the little boy laughing hysterically, then turned back to the filmmaker, who was pointing in the direction I had come from. Without saying a word, he told me to leave, and all my dreams of working with him were up in flames like the house across the street.

I walked all the way to the ocean by myself, looking down all the while. When I got there, the only people there were David, Carrie, and Stella Badertscher. They were getting ready to swim, and when David saw me, he handed me an extra swimming suit and told me to join him. I gratefully accepted it and was about to put it on when I received a phone call from my friend Jon Andrew Castleberry.

He informed me that he wanted to meet with me in the nearby Japanese city, so I told the Badertschers that I would return in a couple hours, before sunset, and I ran all the way to the city. When I got there, Jon Andrew was wearing his blue and red jumpsuit (that we used for a short goofy film I helped create with him and Dan Jeter) and standing in a small shack. Then two young wanna-be Samurai, wearing shiny black armor, approached us and challenged us to a game. They said that in this game, one person was allowed to move at a time, and on a person's tern, that person could only make one move. Jon Andrew went first by bringing up his fists in a defensive position. Then one of the Samurai, destroying the innocence of the game, pulled out an enormous Samurai sword and held it in the air. Frightened, I jumped backward as far as I could. In fact, I did this exact move for several turns as the Samurai made advances toward Jon Andrew.

At that moment, I realized that I was forcing my friend to fight the young Samurai off all by himself, so I started leaping forward, in an effort to protect him, but at that point I was already too far away from the action to do any good. Just as the Jon Andrew was about to be slain by the sword, he was saved by a large military parade going through the city, which distracted the two young Samurai (who wanted to be in the military) enough to allow us to escape the game.

Then I realized that the sun had been set for a long time, and I missed my opportunity to swim in the ocean.

Then I awoke.