This was odd.
I dreamt that I returned to my old home (in my dream, not in real life) after being at war oversees for many years. The house was not as I had left it. It was dark, dismal, and damp inside. Vines were growing all about the outside and inside of the house. A fog was seeping from the floors. There was no electricity. As I walked about the place, I felt as if all I had known had disintegrated.
But then my hope was rekindled. A woman I had known before entered the home and welcomed me back. She looked unkept and slightly out of her mind. She proceeded to pull down some books of old photographs from a dusty shelf in the room next to the kitchen (which had walls green from mold). We sat down at the kitchen table (covered in cobwebs) and looked them over. There were pictures of me when I ran track in high school. There were also some of me as a young man, looking full of potential. But then the photos stopped being pleasant. The rest were not exposed well, and they were all so dark the images couldn't be seen as they should have been.
Then a young man and woman walked in and began listening to covers of John Lennon songs. I began telling them how good they were.
Then I entered a different, less depressing dream.
I found myself at an enormous building, like a mall, but far taller. There was a film shoot going on, and the filmmakers needed another actor. I agreed to help them out. Everybody was dressed in cowboy outfits (luckily I was as well). Then my scene came quickly with no explanation or instruction, other than the word "improvise." I began staggering toward the main character, who was preparing a large pot of spaghetti. I accidentally bumped him. As I fell to the ground, the pot of spaghetti and sauce flew up into the air and would have landed on me had I not rolled out of the way. Even though I wasn't directly hit, I still was covered with sauce after it splattered all about. I then crawled over to a refrigerator and tried using it to pull myself up, but it ended up falling on top of me with the door open.
The director came up to me and told me I was brilliant and said I could be done.
I wandered off the set and walked into a demolished building inside of the building I was in.
Then I awoke.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Dream #426 (December 21, 2011)
This was interesting.
I dreamt that I was, on a sunny afternoon, driving slowly down a lonely country road surrounded by corn fields. After driving for quite some time, several female bicyclists, all wearing the same outfit (baby blue jacket with yellow stripes down the arms, a matching baby blue helmet, and black spandex pants) began to pass me one at a time. They were moving fairly quickly, but I must have been driving very slowly for them to pass me as they did.
I began watching them, wondering what they were doing and why they all looked the same. I became so distracted that I was almost not moving at all.
The last female in the group stopped her bike beside me and asked me how I was doing. She had long black hair and looked about my age. I said I was alright, then I asked her what the occasion was for all the uniform bikers. She didn't answer me, but asked me if I wanted to hang out at her place.
I had nothing better to do, so I agreed. She then threw her bike in the back seat of my car and directed me to her home. We drove out of corn fields and into a housing development as she talked about everything from pets to cooking to post-secondary education.
We soon arrived at her place, which was a middle gray house with a modest back yard containing a trampoline and swimming pool. I park by the curb near the driveway, and followed her into her garage.
She began talking to me about her father's interest in boats and cars, and showed me some of his creations. Then she took me out back and we jumped on the trampoline for a bit.
After a short while, we returned to the garage, but right as we did so, her father returned home. He, a tall, overweight, harry man with an angry expression on his face, walked into the garage from the house and stared at me. Then his daughter, to my surprise, wrapped her arms around me and told her father how much she loved me. It was really strange, and I felt like I was being used as a tool of rebellion, so I began to back away. The father, who began to look like he was burning with invisible flames, pulled a shotgun off the wall of the garage and pointed it at me, screaming incoherently in a memorably gruff voice.
I sprinted out to my car and took off.
I spent the rest of my dream driving about, alone.
Then I awoke.
I dreamt that I was, on a sunny afternoon, driving slowly down a lonely country road surrounded by corn fields. After driving for quite some time, several female bicyclists, all wearing the same outfit (baby blue jacket with yellow stripes down the arms, a matching baby blue helmet, and black spandex pants) began to pass me one at a time. They were moving fairly quickly, but I must have been driving very slowly for them to pass me as they did.
I began watching them, wondering what they were doing and why they all looked the same. I became so distracted that I was almost not moving at all.
The last female in the group stopped her bike beside me and asked me how I was doing. She had long black hair and looked about my age. I said I was alright, then I asked her what the occasion was for all the uniform bikers. She didn't answer me, but asked me if I wanted to hang out at her place.
I had nothing better to do, so I agreed. She then threw her bike in the back seat of my car and directed me to her home. We drove out of corn fields and into a housing development as she talked about everything from pets to cooking to post-secondary education.
We soon arrived at her place, which was a middle gray house with a modest back yard containing a trampoline and swimming pool. I park by the curb near the driveway, and followed her into her garage.
She began talking to me about her father's interest in boats and cars, and showed me some of his creations. Then she took me out back and we jumped on the trampoline for a bit.
After a short while, we returned to the garage, but right as we did so, her father returned home. He, a tall, overweight, harry man with an angry expression on his face, walked into the garage from the house and stared at me. Then his daughter, to my surprise, wrapped her arms around me and told her father how much she loved me. It was really strange, and I felt like I was being used as a tool of rebellion, so I began to back away. The father, who began to look like he was burning with invisible flames, pulled a shotgun off the wall of the garage and pointed it at me, screaming incoherently in a memorably gruff voice.
I sprinted out to my car and took off.
I spent the rest of my dream driving about, alone.
Then I awoke.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Dream #425 (December 15, 2011)
I miss blogging these dreams regularly. Let me know if you want to continue reading them.
Last night I dreamt an interesting and strange dream. In the beginning, I went to an arcade with my grandfather (Duane Baughman). This arcade was much different from any arcade in the real world. It was fancy, like a high class hotel. There were great chandeliers, snazzy carpets, and and modern pieces of artwork placed about this three-story play place. There were waiters bringing people drinks and h'orderves. People were dressed nicely. Even I was wearing black slacks a white button-up shirt, a black vest, and a bow tie.
There were many fun games, and I had about fifty tokens to spend. I soon found my little brother playing a basketball game, and I wanted to join him (there were two hoops so that people could compete against each other). He had already put his tokens in, but I slid mine in quick enough so that I could join. The game cost three tokens; however, when I inserted the third, it told me if I wanted to apply that as credit to a future game. Apparently somebody had left a token in the game. I turned and saw Chuck Zook approach me, looking quite upset (his nostrils were flaring).
He came up and shoved me out of the way and began to play the game that I paid for (mostly). He said he had accidentally put four tokens into the slot. I then replied that I had paid two for that game and, because I wanted to play my brother, I was willing to give him a token to replace the one he had lost. He wouldn't listen and began to shoot basketballs as they fell down from the gate. I tried to get in front of him, but he kept pushing me out of the way.
Frustrated, I turned and left. However, it seemed that Chuck wasn't finished with me, for he rushed at me, fist clenched and eyes wild. He 'punched' my jaw (really, he just placed his fist on my face without too much force, which I thought was strange). He then picked me up and began hitting my back. All the while, I had my hands raised in the air, showing that I was not involved in this fight so that I wouldn't get kicked out of the awesome arcade.
Soon enough, some hefty guys in white suits came and carried Chuck away. He continued yelling at me; I could even hear faint cries as he was hauled past the thick metal doors that led out of the plaza.
I shrugged it off and Mike and I went to the second level. We found my Grandpa playing a Donkey Kong game and getting really into it (jumping up and down, shouting, etc.). After he lost that game, he went to the next game (a speed boat racing game) and joined a complete stranger (a heavy Italian man), who looked annoyed that somebody had joined his game.
Mike and I then continued to walk around. We found a hidden exit On the third floor that led out to the docks. It was dark and damp and dimly light, and a thick fog slowly moved through the atmosphere. As we walked, Mike asked me about the latest short story I had written, which was about a deranged fisherman who battled mutated fish men. We then entered another building, which ended up being yet another part of the grand arcade, though this part contained hotel rooms as well as arcade games for people who had come to game for several days.
Mike and I split up, and I went and explored some of the hotel rooms.
I found one door open to a room, and I entered. It was more like an apartment, or, at least, a more permanent place of residence. There were pictures on the wall, a large refrigerator with children's drawings, and other nicknacks. There were three young children present, but no parents.
The oldest of the three, a young girl wearing an eloquent dress, approached me and welcomed me into their home. She began showing me some of the pictures and describing the back story to each one. Then she opened up the fridge and invited me to partake in the family's food. She said her mother wouldn't mind. All the while I was a bit nervous, for I didn't want the mother to walk in on me alone with her kids, for that wouldn't look too good (though I had no bad intentions).
Then the younger boys began playing a game of tag, and I joined in. It was such fun, and I felt like I was a young child. Suddenly, the mother walked in. I was startled, but to my surprise, she was not angry with me. She was just as kind as her daughter, and she thanked me for entertaining her kids while I was gone.
As she talked to me about how the father had left them, the youngest boy managed to get into the trash, covering himself with spaghetti sauce in the process. He was a mess. I soon found out that he was still in the mindset of tag, for he ran up to me and slapped my leg (still covered by nice black slacks) with a hand covered in red sauce. It would surely stain. The mother then ran and grabbed some honey and poured it on my pants, saying that honey prevents red foods from staining. I believed her.
Then, as I was about to depart, the youngest boys came and gave me a hug. It was then that I noticed that both the boys had small red spots all over their bodies, for they had chicken pox.
I left the room and wandered outside for a while. I found a concrete building and entered it.
There I found Kevin Chupp. He was bouncing around very high into the air, as if there were no gravity. He came and told me to hop on his back, which I did. Together we bounced and floated for several seconds. It was a great feeling. We continued to do this down a long concrete hallway (the ceiling of which was fifty feet high, which we almost hit). We found a group of young adults taking a group picture and joined them.
As we smiled for the picture, Chuck Zook, followed by a bunch of dancers, entered the hallway. Chuck was singing and snapping his fingers as his followers danced behind him and occasionally repeated his lines.
He looked at me with eyes that proclaimed, "See what I have now, Joe?" I thought it was ridiculous, and Kevin agreed, so I climbed again onto his back, and we hopped our way further down the hallway.
At the very end of the building, we found Kevin's parents (Ken and Diane), and his younger sister (Kelli). They were taking turns running on an old-school treadmill (one that was only powered by friction). It looked like fun, so I took a turn. I was doing pretty well, running at very high speeds. I got a bit arrogant and began doing the grapevine on it, which impressed Ken. My turn was soon over, and I got off and watched Kevin sprint on it.
When he was done, I climbed onto his back and we went back down the hallway.
Then I awoke.
Last night I dreamt an interesting and strange dream. In the beginning, I went to an arcade with my grandfather (Duane Baughman). This arcade was much different from any arcade in the real world. It was fancy, like a high class hotel. There were great chandeliers, snazzy carpets, and and modern pieces of artwork placed about this three-story play place. There were waiters bringing people drinks and h'orderves. People were dressed nicely. Even I was wearing black slacks a white button-up shirt, a black vest, and a bow tie.
There were many fun games, and I had about fifty tokens to spend. I soon found my little brother playing a basketball game, and I wanted to join him (there were two hoops so that people could compete against each other). He had already put his tokens in, but I slid mine in quick enough so that I could join. The game cost three tokens; however, when I inserted the third, it told me if I wanted to apply that as credit to a future game. Apparently somebody had left a token in the game. I turned and saw Chuck Zook approach me, looking quite upset (his nostrils were flaring).
He came up and shoved me out of the way and began to play the game that I paid for (mostly). He said he had accidentally put four tokens into the slot. I then replied that I had paid two for that game and, because I wanted to play my brother, I was willing to give him a token to replace the one he had lost. He wouldn't listen and began to shoot basketballs as they fell down from the gate. I tried to get in front of him, but he kept pushing me out of the way.
Frustrated, I turned and left. However, it seemed that Chuck wasn't finished with me, for he rushed at me, fist clenched and eyes wild. He 'punched' my jaw (really, he just placed his fist on my face without too much force, which I thought was strange). He then picked me up and began hitting my back. All the while, I had my hands raised in the air, showing that I was not involved in this fight so that I wouldn't get kicked out of the awesome arcade.
Soon enough, some hefty guys in white suits came and carried Chuck away. He continued yelling at me; I could even hear faint cries as he was hauled past the thick metal doors that led out of the plaza.
I shrugged it off and Mike and I went to the second level. We found my Grandpa playing a Donkey Kong game and getting really into it (jumping up and down, shouting, etc.). After he lost that game, he went to the next game (a speed boat racing game) and joined a complete stranger (a heavy Italian man), who looked annoyed that somebody had joined his game.
Mike and I then continued to walk around. We found a hidden exit On the third floor that led out to the docks. It was dark and damp and dimly light, and a thick fog slowly moved through the atmosphere. As we walked, Mike asked me about the latest short story I had written, which was about a deranged fisherman who battled mutated fish men. We then entered another building, which ended up being yet another part of the grand arcade, though this part contained hotel rooms as well as arcade games for people who had come to game for several days.
Mike and I split up, and I went and explored some of the hotel rooms.
I found one door open to a room, and I entered. It was more like an apartment, or, at least, a more permanent place of residence. There were pictures on the wall, a large refrigerator with children's drawings, and other nicknacks. There were three young children present, but no parents.
The oldest of the three, a young girl wearing an eloquent dress, approached me and welcomed me into their home. She began showing me some of the pictures and describing the back story to each one. Then she opened up the fridge and invited me to partake in the family's food. She said her mother wouldn't mind. All the while I was a bit nervous, for I didn't want the mother to walk in on me alone with her kids, for that wouldn't look too good (though I had no bad intentions).
Then the younger boys began playing a game of tag, and I joined in. It was such fun, and I felt like I was a young child. Suddenly, the mother walked in. I was startled, but to my surprise, she was not angry with me. She was just as kind as her daughter, and she thanked me for entertaining her kids while I was gone.
As she talked to me about how the father had left them, the youngest boy managed to get into the trash, covering himself with spaghetti sauce in the process. He was a mess. I soon found out that he was still in the mindset of tag, for he ran up to me and slapped my leg (still covered by nice black slacks) with a hand covered in red sauce. It would surely stain. The mother then ran and grabbed some honey and poured it on my pants, saying that honey prevents red foods from staining. I believed her.
Then, as I was about to depart, the youngest boys came and gave me a hug. It was then that I noticed that both the boys had small red spots all over their bodies, for they had chicken pox.
I left the room and wandered outside for a while. I found a concrete building and entered it.
There I found Kevin Chupp. He was bouncing around very high into the air, as if there were no gravity. He came and told me to hop on his back, which I did. Together we bounced and floated for several seconds. It was a great feeling. We continued to do this down a long concrete hallway (the ceiling of which was fifty feet high, which we almost hit). We found a group of young adults taking a group picture and joined them.
As we smiled for the picture, Chuck Zook, followed by a bunch of dancers, entered the hallway. Chuck was singing and snapping his fingers as his followers danced behind him and occasionally repeated his lines.
He looked at me with eyes that proclaimed, "See what I have now, Joe?" I thought it was ridiculous, and Kevin agreed, so I climbed again onto his back, and we hopped our way further down the hallway.
At the very end of the building, we found Kevin's parents (Ken and Diane), and his younger sister (Kelli). They were taking turns running on an old-school treadmill (one that was only powered by friction). It looked like fun, so I took a turn. I was doing pretty well, running at very high speeds. I got a bit arrogant and began doing the grapevine on it, which impressed Ken. My turn was soon over, and I got off and watched Kevin sprint on it.
When he was done, I climbed onto his back and we went back down the hallway.
Then I awoke.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Dream #424 (November 8, 2011)
This was slightly odd.
I started out the dream driving an old red car into Bethel College. There were tons of people there, and they were clogging up the streets; I had a tough time avoiding them.
I was moving along at about 2 miles an hour when I saw Adam Pflugshaupt and Matt Boyle (two former classmates of mine from Oregon-Davis). When I saw them, I waved for them to come over to me, which they did. Adam was drinking a huge red Slurpee.
I asked them how they were doing, and they answered me in Spanish. I understood some of it, but I'm not fluent, so I wasn't exactly sure what they were telling me. I asked them to hop in the car so we could hang out. They did as I asked.
I was about to leave, when my brother called me and told me to pick him up from his classroom on my way out. I drove by it, parked, ran up several stories to his room, told him that I had arrived, and he followed me down to the car and sat in the back with Matt (Adam was in the passenger seat). We then drove away from Bethel.
We went down a long road, which eventually led into a desert. Interestingly enough, Prairie Camp's retreat center and David and Carrie Badertscher's old house (which was located at Prairie Camp) were both there in the desert. I parked the car there, and we all walked into the retreat center, into separate rooms, and used the bathroom.
When we were finished, we walked back out to the car, pulled a tent out of the trunk, and walked further into the desert. When we got out there, we set up the tent. Adam and Matt were still speaking only Spanish, and I was getting a bit frustrated with them, for I wanted to communicate with them, especially since I had not seen them for a long time.
After the tent was set up, the sky turned purple. A hard rain began to fall, and lighting was striking all about us. I looked up and saw Zeus throwing lighting bolts down to the earth. Then several small tornadoes swept through where we were, and crazy things were flying about us (including cows, poles, trees, and businessmen). My brother ran up to me and began shouting. Then I saw Ben (the new camp director) running toward us shouting.
Then I awoke.
I started out the dream driving an old red car into Bethel College. There were tons of people there, and they were clogging up the streets; I had a tough time avoiding them.
I was moving along at about 2 miles an hour when I saw Adam Pflugshaupt and Matt Boyle (two former classmates of mine from Oregon-Davis). When I saw them, I waved for them to come over to me, which they did. Adam was drinking a huge red Slurpee.
I asked them how they were doing, and they answered me in Spanish. I understood some of it, but I'm not fluent, so I wasn't exactly sure what they were telling me. I asked them to hop in the car so we could hang out. They did as I asked.
I was about to leave, when my brother called me and told me to pick him up from his classroom on my way out. I drove by it, parked, ran up several stories to his room, told him that I had arrived, and he followed me down to the car and sat in the back with Matt (Adam was in the passenger seat). We then drove away from Bethel.
We went down a long road, which eventually led into a desert. Interestingly enough, Prairie Camp's retreat center and David and Carrie Badertscher's old house (which was located at Prairie Camp) were both there in the desert. I parked the car there, and we all walked into the retreat center, into separate rooms, and used the bathroom.
When we were finished, we walked back out to the car, pulled a tent out of the trunk, and walked further into the desert. When we got out there, we set up the tent. Adam and Matt were still speaking only Spanish, and I was getting a bit frustrated with them, for I wanted to communicate with them, especially since I had not seen them for a long time.
After the tent was set up, the sky turned purple. A hard rain began to fall, and lighting was striking all about us. I looked up and saw Zeus throwing lighting bolts down to the earth. Then several small tornadoes swept through where we were, and crazy things were flying about us (including cows, poles, trees, and businessmen). My brother ran up to me and began shouting. Then I saw Ben (the new camp director) running toward us shouting.
Then I awoke.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Dream #423 (November 6, 2011)
This is brief, yet crazy.
I was at the top of a great dune with my former neighbor Morgan Ferch. Her brother Nathan, who was in my class, was down a bit from us, encouraging us to leap down this enormous dune. Even though he sounded excited about it, he was too afraid to join us.
I looked at Morgan and asked her if she was going to do it. She said she would if I did. (For some reason, knowing that somebody else will join you in a crazy stunt always makes it easier to do.) I yelled down to Nathan, "I'm glad you were my neighbor. We had some good times." I then turned to Morgan and said, "The same to you." Then I turned to the edge of the dune and began to run. Morgan followed me.
I leapt off of the cliff and had several seconds of air time. When I hit the sand, I began running uncontrollably at a very high speed down the dune. I was terrified. I looked back to Morgan, who managed to control her speed much better than I.
Then I looked back down to the great body of water in front of me, and it drew closer and closer, until it was upon me. I was moving so fast that I shot straight into the water. I uncontrollably sprinted, through the water, into a black rock. My face was destroyed. I fell back into the water and could not get up on my own.
Moments later, I was saved from drowning when Morgan pulled me up out of the water and laid me on the shore. She looked distressed, and I knew that my face was probably messed up quite a bit. Then I heard her call for Nathan, who said that he would be down soon.
I passed out.
A bit later I awoke. Morgan and Nathan were both still there, but my parents were there as well. My dad came up to me and showed me that his left arm had been bitten off by a shark. It was still bleeding! He seemed very calmed, and even amused by his wound, but I was scared. I was still partially in the water, so I ran my hurting body out of the water and onto the shore. Morgan held a mirror up to my face and, to my surprise, I merely had a bloody nose. I still was in a lot of pain, but at least I wasn't permanently damaged.
Then I flashed forward in time. I was with my dad in a hospital. He awoke from surgery and removed a blue bandage from his arm. He then proceeded to show me how the doctor's had put his hand where his bicep used to be. It was grotesque.
Then I awoke.
I was at the top of a great dune with my former neighbor Morgan Ferch. Her brother Nathan, who was in my class, was down a bit from us, encouraging us to leap down this enormous dune. Even though he sounded excited about it, he was too afraid to join us.
I looked at Morgan and asked her if she was going to do it. She said she would if I did. (For some reason, knowing that somebody else will join you in a crazy stunt always makes it easier to do.) I yelled down to Nathan, "I'm glad you were my neighbor. We had some good times." I then turned to Morgan and said, "The same to you." Then I turned to the edge of the dune and began to run. Morgan followed me.
I leapt off of the cliff and had several seconds of air time. When I hit the sand, I began running uncontrollably at a very high speed down the dune. I was terrified. I looked back to Morgan, who managed to control her speed much better than I.
Then I looked back down to the great body of water in front of me, and it drew closer and closer, until it was upon me. I was moving so fast that I shot straight into the water. I uncontrollably sprinted, through the water, into a black rock. My face was destroyed. I fell back into the water and could not get up on my own.
Moments later, I was saved from drowning when Morgan pulled me up out of the water and laid me on the shore. She looked distressed, and I knew that my face was probably messed up quite a bit. Then I heard her call for Nathan, who said that he would be down soon.
I passed out.
A bit later I awoke. Morgan and Nathan were both still there, but my parents were there as well. My dad came up to me and showed me that his left arm had been bitten off by a shark. It was still bleeding! He seemed very calmed, and even amused by his wound, but I was scared. I was still partially in the water, so I ran my hurting body out of the water and onto the shore. Morgan held a mirror up to my face and, to my surprise, I merely had a bloody nose. I still was in a lot of pain, but at least I wasn't permanently damaged.
Then I flashed forward in time. I was with my dad in a hospital. He awoke from surgery and removed a blue bandage from his arm. He then proceeded to show me how the doctor's had put his hand where his bicep used to be. It was grotesque.
Then I awoke.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Dream #422 (October 29, 2011)
This was a bit devastating to me at the time.
I dreamt that I was chosen to preview the 'Gollum scene' from the upcoming Hobbit film, which is currently being directed by Peter Jackson, though in the dream, Guillermo del Toro (who was initially going to direct it). I was very excited, for "The Hobbit" is one of my favorite books, and I have been looking forward to the film for quite some time. However, I was a bit disappointed.
First of all, Bilbo was a tall, thin, good-looking guy, and the actor playing made him look like a character from a cheap action movie. Gollum, on the other hand, was crazy-looking. He had sharp fangs, pink skin, crazy red eyes, and disgustingly long fingers with even longer nails, as if he were a creature from a cheap horror movie.
The intellectual interaction was not incorporated into the movie; instead, del Toro invested his efforts into making the scene as intensely scary as possible. Bilbo found the ring, and Gollum saw him pick it up. There was no exchange of riddles. Gollum then tried to destroy Bilbo, but he couldn't see him.
As Gollum wandered through the cave, Bilbo followed him. Then (this is terrible) Gollum found a hobbit family on his way out of the cave, and he devoured them, spilling the family's blood all over Bilbo. The blood could be visible, so Gollum then was able to see him. As Gollum lunged for him, Bilbo moved, which sent Gollum flying down a cliff.
Then Bilbo was almost out, but for some reason he took the ring off before exiting. A bunch of 'goblins' saw him (they looked like hillbillies with beer bellies that were painted brown) and chased him outside. Then the 'dwarves' (who were neither short nor bearded) came and told Bilbo to stay in the light, for it weakened the goblins. The dwarves were all wearing jeans and carrying pistols instead of axes and swords. The goblins had machine guns, and a shootout ensued. There were cars and trucks driving about (Gandalf had a big Chevy truck), and I walked out of the theater.
Matt (my brother who also loves the Hobbit) came to see me afterwards because he was curious about whether or not I liked the screening of the film. I actually cried when I was telling him about it (it made me that sad).
Then Matt took me to a house, which was a few hundred feet from a great sports complex, where a retreat was being held. I was supposed to spend the night at the house, so I took a sleeping bag and a backpack full of clothes up to my room in the loft of the building. My bed was only about two feet wide and there was only about two feet between the mattress and the ceiling.
I saw, on my bed, an invitation to join a basketball tournament there, so I called Nathan Ferch (who was the captain of the state-champion basketball team at Oregon-Davis, a team for which I sat the bench) (it is also his birthday today, by the way). I asked him if I could join his team, even if I had to sit the bench, for I didn't know anybody else at the conference. Nathan said I could, though his team was already nearly full, for most of the other players from the old team were on his team already.
I hung up the phone (I had my old track phone in the dream, by the way), and changed into my basketball jersey.
Then I awoke.
I dreamt that I was chosen to preview the 'Gollum scene' from the upcoming Hobbit film, which is currently being directed by Peter Jackson, though in the dream, Guillermo del Toro (who was initially going to direct it). I was very excited, for "The Hobbit" is one of my favorite books, and I have been looking forward to the film for quite some time. However, I was a bit disappointed.
First of all, Bilbo was a tall, thin, good-looking guy, and the actor playing made him look like a character from a cheap action movie. Gollum, on the other hand, was crazy-looking. He had sharp fangs, pink skin, crazy red eyes, and disgustingly long fingers with even longer nails, as if he were a creature from a cheap horror movie.
The intellectual interaction was not incorporated into the movie; instead, del Toro invested his efforts into making the scene as intensely scary as possible. Bilbo found the ring, and Gollum saw him pick it up. There was no exchange of riddles. Gollum then tried to destroy Bilbo, but he couldn't see him.
As Gollum wandered through the cave, Bilbo followed him. Then (this is terrible) Gollum found a hobbit family on his way out of the cave, and he devoured them, spilling the family's blood all over Bilbo. The blood could be visible, so Gollum then was able to see him. As Gollum lunged for him, Bilbo moved, which sent Gollum flying down a cliff.
Then Bilbo was almost out, but for some reason he took the ring off before exiting. A bunch of 'goblins' saw him (they looked like hillbillies with beer bellies that were painted brown) and chased him outside. Then the 'dwarves' (who were neither short nor bearded) came and told Bilbo to stay in the light, for it weakened the goblins. The dwarves were all wearing jeans and carrying pistols instead of axes and swords. The goblins had machine guns, and a shootout ensued. There were cars and trucks driving about (Gandalf had a big Chevy truck), and I walked out of the theater.
Matt (my brother who also loves the Hobbit) came to see me afterwards because he was curious about whether or not I liked the screening of the film. I actually cried when I was telling him about it (it made me that sad).
Then Matt took me to a house, which was a few hundred feet from a great sports complex, where a retreat was being held. I was supposed to spend the night at the house, so I took a sleeping bag and a backpack full of clothes up to my room in the loft of the building. My bed was only about two feet wide and there was only about two feet between the mattress and the ceiling.
I saw, on my bed, an invitation to join a basketball tournament there, so I called Nathan Ferch (who was the captain of the state-champion basketball team at Oregon-Davis, a team for which I sat the bench) (it is also his birthday today, by the way). I asked him if I could join his team, even if I had to sit the bench, for I didn't know anybody else at the conference. Nathan said I could, though his team was already nearly full, for most of the other players from the old team were on his team already.
I hung up the phone (I had my old track phone in the dream, by the way), and changed into my basketball jersey.
Then I awoke.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Dream #421 (October 28, 2011)
Yet another odd dream.
In the pre-beginning of my dream, I was in Koontz Lake Missionary Church. It was Christmas Eve, and I was wearing a red sweater. I sat in a pew by Kyle Heffelfinger, and Norm (the youth pastor) and my dad approached me and asked if the lights they had purchased for the church were of good quality.
Then, in the true beginning of the dream I was with my parents and my brother Mike at my parents' house. We had just finished packing a picnic basket with food and we all got into the Buick Lesabre and my dad drove us away.
The drive only lasted a few minutes, for we were soon in a green park. We parked the car and took our picnic basket to a pavilion not far from the lot. We were the only ones in the pavilion, though there were several other cars.
After I finished eating some chips, I noticed where everyone was, and I went to where they were. I arrived at a set of wooden stairs that led up to a lion on display, kept separate from the public only by a wooden fence (not a thick one, at that). My dad followed me up, and we asked the lion tamer if this was safe. He assured me that it was.
Then the lion began to talk. He was telling the audience of a story about when he was just a cub. He told us of his favorite toy, and how he would play with it for long hours. Then he demonstrated how he bit it, and put his mouth around a man's leg (this man was sitting in a wheel-chair, for the leg the lion put his mouth around was in a cast). I was shocked, but then I realized that the lion had not sunk his teeth into the man.
After that, the lion went on and on about that toy, and it was actually quite boring (even though he was a lion talking). I looked up and saw that there were some fun-looking dunes off in the distance, which looked much more amusing. I went back down to the car to get my coat.
After I got it, I seemed to forget what I was doing, for I walked over to a nearby building and entered it. There I found a great feast going on. My dad also followed me in there, and we saw the lights that my dad and Norm had talked about in the beginning of the dream. My dad went over to one of the masters of the banquet and talked to him about those. I, in the meantime, was still hungry, for I had only eaten potato chips. I walked over to a table and began eating a leftover piece of cherry pie, thinking nothing of it. I saw Neil Silveus across the room, so I picked up the rest of the pie and began carrying it with me.
When one of the young ladies cleaning up saw me with the pie, she freaked out and began to call for security. Next thing I knew, I was being hauled out into a cop car.
Then I flashed forward in my dream. I was in prison. However, the place in which I was imprisoned more closely resembled a hospital room than a jail cell. My cell mate and I both had white beds that we were chained to, and we had a window that looked out onto the city from high above ground. The man "keeping watch" over us was none other than Kid Cudi (he was sleeping in a chair behind my bed).
A few moments after I flashed forward, the guards dragged in another man into the cell and threw him at the foot of my bed. They left a lock and key beside him for some reason, which I grabbed quickly. Then, playing a trick on the guy that was just left with me, I put the chain tightly around his leg and locked it. He told me to undo it, so I started to, then I acted as if the key wasn't working. The poor fellow was claustrophobic, and he began to freak out, which made me laugh quite hard.
Suddenly, Kid Cudi woke up and began yelling at me. He then told me that I would no longer be released that day, but I would instead have to serve grocery store time (whatever that meant). I turned to Kid Cudi and began yelling back at him. I informed him that I was in prison for eating pie. Then I quoted some of his own lyrics to him and said he deserved to be in my place more than I. That made him quite angry, and he tightened my shackles.
To avoid thinking about my current situation, I looked up at the television and saw that a Marvel movie trailer was playing. It was supposed to be a live action film, but because they hadn't shot anything yet, they showed a bunch of clips from old cartoons, which excited me. The final shot of the trailer was one of King Pin strapped to a bed in a jail cell that resembled the one I was currently in.
Then I jumped forward in time again to the grocery time I was serving.
I was strapped to a chair next to five other men in the middle of a grocery store. We all watched as people were shopping. We were there for hours and hours. I was getting very bored, but to make my watchman angry, I acted as if I was having a great time. It turned out that my watchman was Seth Bartlette (my boss at RemedyLIVE), and he indeed was getting annoyed at my apparent joy. I was singing songs, whistling, and having a gay old time.
He came up to me and began scolding me, but then another watchman came and undid all of the chains of the prisoners, including me, which didn't make sense to either of us. After thinking about it for a while, I determined that it was a sort of test, so I stayed in my chair and continued to serve my time.
I must have been right, for about a half hour the warden came up to me and congratulated me, for my good behavior had set me free.
I immediately left the store and saw that Travis Cox (a fellow I know from Prairie Camp) had just finished directing a major orchestra concert on the shore of a great beach that was right outside the grocery store. I wanted badly to play baritone for that show (apparently I was supposed to have done so in my dream). Travis said he was disappointed that my behavior prevented me from playing the show. He then told me to hand over my mouthpiece, which was in my pocket.
Then I awoke.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Dream #420 (October 27, 2011)
Twas crazy.
The dream began inside an old blue car. I was driving it through an empty city, and I was alone. It was still dark outside, for it was very early morning.
I eventually arrived at my destination: David and Carrie Badertscher's house. I walked inside and found that Jeff and Amber were also there with their little daughter Lucy (David, Carrie, Jeff, and Amber I all got to know during my years at Prairie Camp). Lucy was playing with Stella (Dave and Carrie's young daughter). They had little blocks and trucks spread all over the floor. I wanted to join them, but it was time for all of us to leave.
Shortly after I arrived, everyone greeted me, then grabbed his/her luggage (I too had my luggage) and walked out the door. We rode in a van (driven by David) to an unreal airport. There were moving walkways that spiraled up and up, hundreds of feet into the air, and they ran straight into several different planes, which seemed to be parked randomly throughout the entire place. There was very little security there.
We hopped onto one moving walkway and made our long, twisted way up to our grayish blue plane. We got in, sat down, and the plane took off as if it were waiting for only us. The flight didn't take long, and I enjoyed some peanuts and pretzels on the way. I read and wrote most of the way without saying a word.
When we arrived, at our destination, we rented a little car (we all fit, for at some point, Lucy, Stella, Jeff, and Amber all disappeared from my dream. I believe they rented a different car, but I'm not sure). After filling it up with gas, we drove to the conference center (where a youth workers convention was being held). We were lucky and got rooms in the conference center hotel. Most others had to stay a block down from the center at an old, eerie hotel.
We attended one big conference that evening (it was all a blur, for I don't believe it played in my head in real time), after which we attended a large dinner in a fancy dining hall. There were tons of people in line, and I talked with David while waiting. He told me about spaghetti's curing qualities (that's what was on the menu for dinner). Apparently spaghetti had certain chemicals that could combat brain disfunction (which would come in handy later).
It was our turn to eat, finally, and I discovered that the food was being served by Jeff Sweeney (former little league coach of mine and father of a former classmate of mine). I talked to him for a little while about how he was doing, then David and I got our food, ate it, then went to sleep in our respective rooms.
The next morning I awoke to an empty hotel. Everyone had fled for some reason. I went to David's room and found that he and Carrie were gone as well.
I rode down the elevator to the lobby and discovered why everyone had fled. The hotel was filled with zombies. As I looked at the people, I recognized most of them as ones who I saw go down the block to the other hotel. I made the assumption that something went wrong over there, and and everyone who had come to the conference from that place had become zombies on the way.
Their mouths were covered in vomit, and their skin was clammy and pale green. They looked at me, and they looked hungry (several of them were trying to break into the dining hall, which was being boarded up by Jeff Sweeney. I ran over to him and he quickly let me in, slamming the door behind me. I told him what David had told me the day before about spaghetti and its healing qualities. Then we got the idea to feed it to the zombies, so we cooked up several huge pots of it (pots that I could sit in and not be seen) and threw it out to the zombies.
Sure enough, the zombies fought over the food and devoured it all. After a few minutes they all started to turn back to natural colors. We had healed them! I sat down in the corner of the dining hall and put my head in my hands.
Then I shot back in time. I was again in David and Carrie's house, getting ready to make the trip. However, David, Carrie, Jeff, Amber, Lucy, and Stella were not present. In their stead were Frank Harris (a friend of mine from school who passed away about a year ago), Ryan Jackson, BJ Woods, and Jeremy Robinson. They were all eating dinner when and looking at blueprints when I arrived. They looked up at me and suddenly the room changed and we were in the hotel. Frank and BJ were getting ready to leave for the other, eerie hotel, but I told them not to go, for people who stayed there turned to zombies. They said they would be careful, then they left. I soon went to bed.
When I awoke, I found that Frank had slept in my room after all. He awoke right after I did, and he showed me writing that he had on his arm. I couldn't quite make it out, and before I could get a closer look, he ran downstairs.
I followed him all the way to the lobby and outside the hotel, where he pointed up at the roof of the eerie hotel where BJ and Ryan were standing, zombified (I'm not sure how I could see that far; it's like I had a telephoto lens). Then he showed me the writing on his arm, which said SHAWN NILES. In the dream, Shawn had died last year instead of Frank. Then Frank said his ghost was among us and began to cry. I looked back to the eerie hotel and thought to myself, "It must be their continental breakfast that is turning people into zombies."
I went to the kitchen to prepare some spaghetti.
Then I awoke.
The dream began inside an old blue car. I was driving it through an empty city, and I was alone. It was still dark outside, for it was very early morning.
I eventually arrived at my destination: David and Carrie Badertscher's house. I walked inside and found that Jeff and Amber were also there with their little daughter Lucy (David, Carrie, Jeff, and Amber I all got to know during my years at Prairie Camp). Lucy was playing with Stella (Dave and Carrie's young daughter). They had little blocks and trucks spread all over the floor. I wanted to join them, but it was time for all of us to leave.
Shortly after I arrived, everyone greeted me, then grabbed his/her luggage (I too had my luggage) and walked out the door. We rode in a van (driven by David) to an unreal airport. There were moving walkways that spiraled up and up, hundreds of feet into the air, and they ran straight into several different planes, which seemed to be parked randomly throughout the entire place. There was very little security there.
We hopped onto one moving walkway and made our long, twisted way up to our grayish blue plane. We got in, sat down, and the plane took off as if it were waiting for only us. The flight didn't take long, and I enjoyed some peanuts and pretzels on the way. I read and wrote most of the way without saying a word.
When we arrived, at our destination, we rented a little car (we all fit, for at some point, Lucy, Stella, Jeff, and Amber all disappeared from my dream. I believe they rented a different car, but I'm not sure). After filling it up with gas, we drove to the conference center (where a youth workers convention was being held). We were lucky and got rooms in the conference center hotel. Most others had to stay a block down from the center at an old, eerie hotel.
We attended one big conference that evening (it was all a blur, for I don't believe it played in my head in real time), after which we attended a large dinner in a fancy dining hall. There were tons of people in line, and I talked with David while waiting. He told me about spaghetti's curing qualities (that's what was on the menu for dinner). Apparently spaghetti had certain chemicals that could combat brain disfunction (which would come in handy later).
It was our turn to eat, finally, and I discovered that the food was being served by Jeff Sweeney (former little league coach of mine and father of a former classmate of mine). I talked to him for a little while about how he was doing, then David and I got our food, ate it, then went to sleep in our respective rooms.
The next morning I awoke to an empty hotel. Everyone had fled for some reason. I went to David's room and found that he and Carrie were gone as well.
I rode down the elevator to the lobby and discovered why everyone had fled. The hotel was filled with zombies. As I looked at the people, I recognized most of them as ones who I saw go down the block to the other hotel. I made the assumption that something went wrong over there, and and everyone who had come to the conference from that place had become zombies on the way.
Their mouths were covered in vomit, and their skin was clammy and pale green. They looked at me, and they looked hungry (several of them were trying to break into the dining hall, which was being boarded up by Jeff Sweeney. I ran over to him and he quickly let me in, slamming the door behind me. I told him what David had told me the day before about spaghetti and its healing qualities. Then we got the idea to feed it to the zombies, so we cooked up several huge pots of it (pots that I could sit in and not be seen) and threw it out to the zombies.
Sure enough, the zombies fought over the food and devoured it all. After a few minutes they all started to turn back to natural colors. We had healed them! I sat down in the corner of the dining hall and put my head in my hands.
Then I shot back in time. I was again in David and Carrie's house, getting ready to make the trip. However, David, Carrie, Jeff, Amber, Lucy, and Stella were not present. In their stead were Frank Harris (a friend of mine from school who passed away about a year ago), Ryan Jackson, BJ Woods, and Jeremy Robinson. They were all eating dinner when and looking at blueprints when I arrived. They looked up at me and suddenly the room changed and we were in the hotel. Frank and BJ were getting ready to leave for the other, eerie hotel, but I told them not to go, for people who stayed there turned to zombies. They said they would be careful, then they left. I soon went to bed.
When I awoke, I found that Frank had slept in my room after all. He awoke right after I did, and he showed me writing that he had on his arm. I couldn't quite make it out, and before I could get a closer look, he ran downstairs.
I followed him all the way to the lobby and outside the hotel, where he pointed up at the roof of the eerie hotel where BJ and Ryan were standing, zombified (I'm not sure how I could see that far; it's like I had a telephoto lens). Then he showed me the writing on his arm, which said SHAWN NILES. In the dream, Shawn had died last year instead of Frank. Then Frank said his ghost was among us and began to cry. I looked back to the eerie hotel and thought to myself, "It must be their continental breakfast that is turning people into zombies."
I went to the kitchen to prepare some spaghetti.
Then I awoke.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Dream #419 (October 25, 2011)
Happy birthday Georges Bizet, Pablo Picasso, and, of course, self.
I didn't have the most exciting birthday dream last night (though the second part was interesting). The most of the beginning, I was scheduling shows and music videos for Remedylive. I had to make a playlist entitled A-126 over and over again for coworker Jason North, and he was never pleased with it for some reason.
Eventually I escaped this painfully meticulous dream and entered into another one. I was in a 60's style modern home (with Frank Lloyd Wright designed furniture; it was awesome). There was a scavenger hunt going on when I arrived, and, though it had been going on for quite a while, I was thrown into the competition on my brother Mike's team. Tyler Moore and Carter Ammerman (two Bethel students I saw in San Diego last month when I was working there for Remedy) were also on Mike's team, but they were tangled up at some clue they were trying to get. Mike told me they were pretty much useless in this competition, and I told him I would help him win.
I immediately found a prize and two clues for other prizes (one was a picture of a bat and a television; I concluded that it meant the prize was hanging over the TV, which it was). I then found a bucket of chalk with a card attached to it in the basement. Next I went back upstairs to a glass shelf by the television and found another prize amidst the Star Wars figurines that were on display there. I continued to look for more clues (though I was far ahead of the game in spite of arriving late).
However, I was soon distracted by fireworks coming from a nearby stadium. I then remembered that it was Independence Day and thought how lucky I was to see fireworks from such a high point in the city. I fought the urge to watch the fireworks for a little while, but I eventually obeyed it and enjoyed exploding light.
Soon enough, the contest was over, and, though I arrived late and finished early, my brother and I had easily found the most clues. We went to a basement below the basement, where The Rat King (from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) was collecting the prizes people had found and totaling the scores. Again, we easily had more than the others, but the group that went before us told The Rat King some long story about how they were playing to help a charity, and they thought they deserved the prize. They didn't appear to be aiding a charity (bloodshot eyes, smelling of drugs), but I didn't want to risk looking like a jerk, so Mike and I gave out prizes to them so that they could win. I'm not sure what the grand prize was,
because I awoke shortly after.
I didn't have the most exciting birthday dream last night (though the second part was interesting). The most of the beginning, I was scheduling shows and music videos for Remedylive. I had to make a playlist entitled A-126 over and over again for coworker Jason North, and he was never pleased with it for some reason.
Eventually I escaped this painfully meticulous dream and entered into another one. I was in a 60's style modern home (with Frank Lloyd Wright designed furniture; it was awesome). There was a scavenger hunt going on when I arrived, and, though it had been going on for quite a while, I was thrown into the competition on my brother Mike's team. Tyler Moore and Carter Ammerman (two Bethel students I saw in San Diego last month when I was working there for Remedy) were also on Mike's team, but they were tangled up at some clue they were trying to get. Mike told me they were pretty much useless in this competition, and I told him I would help him win.
I immediately found a prize and two clues for other prizes (one was a picture of a bat and a television; I concluded that it meant the prize was hanging over the TV, which it was). I then found a bucket of chalk with a card attached to it in the basement. Next I went back upstairs to a glass shelf by the television and found another prize amidst the Star Wars figurines that were on display there. I continued to look for more clues (though I was far ahead of the game in spite of arriving late).
However, I was soon distracted by fireworks coming from a nearby stadium. I then remembered that it was Independence Day and thought how lucky I was to see fireworks from such a high point in the city. I fought the urge to watch the fireworks for a little while, but I eventually obeyed it and enjoyed exploding light.
Soon enough, the contest was over, and, though I arrived late and finished early, my brother and I had easily found the most clues. We went to a basement below the basement, where The Rat King (from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) was collecting the prizes people had found and totaling the scores. Again, we easily had more than the others, but the group that went before us told The Rat King some long story about how they were playing to help a charity, and they thought they deserved the prize. They didn't appear to be aiding a charity (bloodshot eyes, smelling of drugs), but I didn't want to risk looking like a jerk, so Mike and I gave out prizes to them so that they could win. I'm not sure what the grand prize was,
because I awoke shortly after.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Dream #418 (October 24, 2011)
This dream was wild.
The first dream setting for Dream #418 was a prehistoric jungle. The world was green. Every rock was covered in moss; every tree was covered with vines.
I was leading a pack of baby dinosaurs under the command of a general that I, at first, trusted.
We were running swiftly and stealthily through a jungle, for we wanted to avoid predators while still escaping from the jungle as quickly as possible. I soon heard on my radio that the general ordered me to feed a bottle of special pills to the dinosaurs in my company. I did as he ordered, for I trusted him.
When the little dinosaurs ate these pills, they grew into great and nasty creatures, all nearly 100 feet tall, and all foaming at the mouth and burning red in the eyes. I hopped on a pterodactyl and led the raging dinosaurs not-so-stealthily through the jungle. On our way, they topped trees and gobbled up smaller dinosaurs, while destroying everything in their way.
After a long, terrifying journey, the pills wore off and the dinosaurs again became innocent infants. Then a blue triceratops approached me and begged me to not give them the pills again, for it made them lose all control. I obeyed the poor creature, against the commands of my general, who was screaming at me through the radio.
We hid under a rock so that we could avoid the stampedes that we had caused earlier. In my company there was a blue triceratops, a red t-rex, a green pterodactyl, several colorful birds, a few purple raptors, a baby blue brontosaurus, and more. We hid for quite some time, but were soon discovered by my general's helicopter, who landed next to us and forced all the dinosaurs to eat the pills again, and forced me to lead them out of the jungle.
We again went on a rampage and finally escaped the jungle by tearing through the sky itself, ripping ourselves into another world. This new world consisted only of grassy plains and blue skies. There were no other creatures in sight.
The dinosaurs all shrunk back to their normal size and began another process of recovery. I let them rest while I went to explore the territory.
That was the last of the dinosaurs in this dream, but the dream still flowed without any brakes into consciousness.
I found a large factory that had several stories. I broke into the first floor by breaking a door window and unlocking the bolt from inside. When I walked in, I saw Andy Lawrence (who was one grade under me at Oregon-Davis Jr./Sr. High School), who greeted me with kindness, even though I had let myself in. He offered to give me a tour of the factory and I accepted.
We hopped on an odd little hovercraft that he kept in the corner. It was about 5'x5', and it was flat with only a steering wheel sitting on it (no side panels or seats). We both sat Indian style on the device and Andy accelerated quickly to a terrifying speed. He barely dodged the machines in the factory, and many of those machines had blades that came close to chopping off both of our heads.
We continued this caution-to-the-wind ride all the way to the third (top) floor, where we finally got off of the death trap. In retrospect, though I was a bit nervous, I did thoroughly enjoy the ride.
Andy then showed me an elevated view of the factory from the third floor balcony. It was amazing.
Then I was awakened by an extremely loud and bright lighting/thunder combo.
I eventually fell back asleep and dreamt a small dream. I was putting together a YouTube video with footage I had taken of actor Steve Carell. I was creating a voice-over for it and doing some color correcting. The editing sweet in which I was working was on the top of a mountain that was adjacent to the ocean. I was in a metal tower, locked up, and all alone, with only a small window to observe the beauty of the environment outside.
When I was almost done editing, I received a phone call from Steve Carell.
Then I awoke.
The first dream setting for Dream #418 was a prehistoric jungle. The world was green. Every rock was covered in moss; every tree was covered with vines.
I was leading a pack of baby dinosaurs under the command of a general that I, at first, trusted.
We were running swiftly and stealthily through a jungle, for we wanted to avoid predators while still escaping from the jungle as quickly as possible. I soon heard on my radio that the general ordered me to feed a bottle of special pills to the dinosaurs in my company. I did as he ordered, for I trusted him.
When the little dinosaurs ate these pills, they grew into great and nasty creatures, all nearly 100 feet tall, and all foaming at the mouth and burning red in the eyes. I hopped on a pterodactyl and led the raging dinosaurs not-so-stealthily through the jungle. On our way, they topped trees and gobbled up smaller dinosaurs, while destroying everything in their way.
After a long, terrifying journey, the pills wore off and the dinosaurs again became innocent infants. Then a blue triceratops approached me and begged me to not give them the pills again, for it made them lose all control. I obeyed the poor creature, against the commands of my general, who was screaming at me through the radio.
We hid under a rock so that we could avoid the stampedes that we had caused earlier. In my company there was a blue triceratops, a red t-rex, a green pterodactyl, several colorful birds, a few purple raptors, a baby blue brontosaurus, and more. We hid for quite some time, but were soon discovered by my general's helicopter, who landed next to us and forced all the dinosaurs to eat the pills again, and forced me to lead them out of the jungle.
We again went on a rampage and finally escaped the jungle by tearing through the sky itself, ripping ourselves into another world. This new world consisted only of grassy plains and blue skies. There were no other creatures in sight.
The dinosaurs all shrunk back to their normal size and began another process of recovery. I let them rest while I went to explore the territory.
That was the last of the dinosaurs in this dream, but the dream still flowed without any brakes into consciousness.
I found a large factory that had several stories. I broke into the first floor by breaking a door window and unlocking the bolt from inside. When I walked in, I saw Andy Lawrence (who was one grade under me at Oregon-Davis Jr./Sr. High School), who greeted me with kindness, even though I had let myself in. He offered to give me a tour of the factory and I accepted.
We hopped on an odd little hovercraft that he kept in the corner. It was about 5'x5', and it was flat with only a steering wheel sitting on it (no side panels or seats). We both sat Indian style on the device and Andy accelerated quickly to a terrifying speed. He barely dodged the machines in the factory, and many of those machines had blades that came close to chopping off both of our heads.
We continued this caution-to-the-wind ride all the way to the third (top) floor, where we finally got off of the death trap. In retrospect, though I was a bit nervous, I did thoroughly enjoy the ride.
Andy then showed me an elevated view of the factory from the third floor balcony. It was amazing.
Then I was awakened by an extremely loud and bright lighting/thunder combo.
I eventually fell back asleep and dreamt a small dream. I was putting together a YouTube video with footage I had taken of actor Steve Carell. I was creating a voice-over for it and doing some color correcting. The editing sweet in which I was working was on the top of a mountain that was adjacent to the ocean. I was in a metal tower, locked up, and all alone, with only a small window to observe the beauty of the environment outside.
When I was almost done editing, I received a phone call from Steve Carell.
Then I awoke.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Dream #417 (October 20, 2011)
New look, same great taste.
Last night I dreamt a dream. I first was on the top of some great bridge/slide. It was built over a great body of water, and many people were lined up to go down the slide.
I was looking over the edge at the water far below me for quite some time, until it was my turn to go down the slide. I looked behind me and saw that a gorilla was to go down the slide right after me. I didn't think much of it at the time, turned back to the slide, and went down.
To my surprise, only the very first section of the slide was a slide. The rest of it was made up of stairs and large gaps that I couldn't possibly leap across. I made it over a few gaps in the 'slide' but I soon fell down off of the bridge toward the water far below me.
Luckily I managed to grasp onto a rope that was dangling from the bridge. I held onto it as I swung back and forth, until the gorilla that was behind me also fell and grabbed hold of another rope. I watched as he shifted his weight until he was swinging enough to leap to the next rope, then to the next, all the way back up to the top. I learned from him, and did the same.
When I reached the top, I decided to take the real stairs down to safety.
At the bottom of the bridge/slide, I realized that I was a detective on a case.
I was standing outside of a restaurant, watching fancily dressed people enjoy themselves. I was taking notes in a notepad all the while.
Soon enough, a few people came out of the restaurant pushing a cake on wheels that resembled a life-size baker. It was cool looking, and I wanted to get closer, but something inside me kept me from doing so. That something was wise, for moments later, the cake exploded, and those three people were killed almost instantly.
Immediately I ran out of that scene into another. I was in a nearly empty town in the middle of the night. I looked into a store window and noticed some activity going on inside. Two men, wearing all black, were inside the store, which was a jewelry store, robbing the place. As I ran across the street to bust them, the glass of all the windows on the entire street shattered, rendering me confused for a few moments.
Darkness
Confusion.
(I wanted to sound more like a detective). I looked about me and saw the men running into a large brick building and, about a minute later (as I was making my way over there), that building exploded.
Then I predicted their next move, and ducked into a large warehouse. There a janitor was mopping the floor, and near him I saw a great heater that looked like a potential explosion hazard. Thinking quickly, I grabbed a fire extinguisher, and not a moment too soon, for as I ran toward it, a flame burst that most likely would have caused an explosion in a matter of seconds had I not put it out quickly. The janitor thanked me, and I left the warehouse to search for the bombers.
Then I awoke.
Last night I dreamt a dream. I first was on the top of some great bridge/slide. It was built over a great body of water, and many people were lined up to go down the slide.
I was looking over the edge at the water far below me for quite some time, until it was my turn to go down the slide. I looked behind me and saw that a gorilla was to go down the slide right after me. I didn't think much of it at the time, turned back to the slide, and went down.
To my surprise, only the very first section of the slide was a slide. The rest of it was made up of stairs and large gaps that I couldn't possibly leap across. I made it over a few gaps in the 'slide' but I soon fell down off of the bridge toward the water far below me.
Luckily I managed to grasp onto a rope that was dangling from the bridge. I held onto it as I swung back and forth, until the gorilla that was behind me also fell and grabbed hold of another rope. I watched as he shifted his weight until he was swinging enough to leap to the next rope, then to the next, all the way back up to the top. I learned from him, and did the same.
When I reached the top, I decided to take the real stairs down to safety.
At the bottom of the bridge/slide, I realized that I was a detective on a case.
I was standing outside of a restaurant, watching fancily dressed people enjoy themselves. I was taking notes in a notepad all the while.
Soon enough, a few people came out of the restaurant pushing a cake on wheels that resembled a life-size baker. It was cool looking, and I wanted to get closer, but something inside me kept me from doing so. That something was wise, for moments later, the cake exploded, and those three people were killed almost instantly.
Immediately I ran out of that scene into another. I was in a nearly empty town in the middle of the night. I looked into a store window and noticed some activity going on inside. Two men, wearing all black, were inside the store, which was a jewelry store, robbing the place. As I ran across the street to bust them, the glass of all the windows on the entire street shattered, rendering me confused for a few moments.
Darkness
Confusion.
(I wanted to sound more like a detective). I looked about me and saw the men running into a large brick building and, about a minute later (as I was making my way over there), that building exploded.
Then I predicted their next move, and ducked into a large warehouse. There a janitor was mopping the floor, and near him I saw a great heater that looked like a potential explosion hazard. Thinking quickly, I grabbed a fire extinguisher, and not a moment too soon, for as I ran toward it, a flame burst that most likely would have caused an explosion in a matter of seconds had I not put it out quickly. The janitor thanked me, and I left the warehouse to search for the bombers.
Then I awoke.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Dream #416 (October 5, 2011)
This was interesting.
I first dreamt that I was walking through a large conference center with Adam Pflugshaupt (a friend from high school). There were hundreds of booths set up there, representing many diverse things, such as colleges, charities, candy, and more. Most of the people there were in their twenties, which was interesting. I walked by a few people that I knew from high school and college, but I didn't talk with them.
Adam and I went into the big conference room within the center and packed up large, dark blue curtains into big grey cases, then carried them out into the hallway from which we had come. As we were walking out some side doors (they were all glass), we passed my friend Jon Ayee (from Regent University), who was talking intimately with a blonde girl about speed dating. I assumed that it was his ladyfriend Kassi, but when I said hello to her, I realized that it was a complete stranger. I was taken aback, and wondered if Jon was cheating on Kassi, or if they had broken up. I didn't stick around to ask questions.
Adam and I went outside and began walking down the street, lit only by yellow street lamps. I mentioned that it felt pretty warm for nighttime that time of year.
Soon I began getting hit in the face with something. I looked back at Adam, who was about thirty yards behind me shouting, "It's snowing!" I then realized that the ground was covered with about four inches of snow, which I failed to notice when I first walked outside.
I was excited, for I love snow.
Then I switched over to a different dream.
I was living alone in a one-room apartment in a city that reminded me of Gotham from Batman. It was late at night, and I was watching a news channel on my small, very old television whilst eating some macaroni and cheese with hot sauce.
My apartment was very messy, with dishes lying about here and there. There were all kinds of comic books and novels and biographies strewn about as well.
After I finished my meal, I decided to go to the library (which was open all night apparently).
I drove an old brown car through empty streets until I arrived there.
I walked past several rows of books and into the theater inside the library. There I found some musical performers who were a part of some competition. The singers were singing some gospel music, and it was pretty terrible. After it was over, the judges told them some of their thoughts (candy coated negative comments), and another group performed. They were equally terrible, and when they had finished, the judges present a special guest judges: Neil Silveus (a friend of mine).
Neil walked over to the stage and sat at the foot of it, crossing his legs. He then went on to explain why the music was terrible. When the singers began to complain about his comments, one asked Neil if the group would be better with him in it (the singers were all women; in fact, every group waiting to perform were all women, and the other judges were women). Neil replied, "Yes," which started an uproar among the ladies, but Neil stuck to his answer with confidence.
After he was finished, he came and sat by me as we watched the rest of the groups perform. They were all terrible and difficult to watch, and I badly wanted to leave and go home, but I didn't want to be rude. After a long time, the first group got up and performed again, which made me very sad, but Neil told me to leave and that nobody would be offended, so I left.
I walked out of the library and into a nearby building. There a contest was being held. There were several teams, and my mother, who was the emcee, was asking trivia questions, and the groups would have to submit answers. All of the correct answers would add up to points, which would then be used for another, more physical game. The points would transfer over to added time to complete an obstacle course of sorts.
I teamed up with my brother Mike for the trivia questions, which were focused on airlines and pilots (a subject that I don't know much about). We managed to do alright, but there were several people who had done better.
Then my mother lined everyone up at the obstacle course, and we all took turns trying to complete it. It was taking a long time (because there was no explanation as to how to go about completing the course), so my mother decided to let everybody go all at once, disregarding the whole point/time system she had developed for the trivia game.
I watched a tall guy with a huge afro complete the course very quickly. He looked like an Olympic sprinter, and I knew with all of my speed I probably couldn't beat him. But it didn't matter, for when I ran up to the first obstacle, I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do; it was a tub full of kiwis. I decided that maybe eating five would count as getting past the obstacle, so I did so. Then I found a bowl full of bubble blowers and bubble mix. I blew some bubbles and continues (still having no idea if what I was doing was correct). Then I found some spaghetti and carried it with my mouth over to an empty bowl. Then I found a pool of water and gave up trying to interpret all of the obstacles and jumped in it, then rolled around the ground, kicking my legs, and destroying the whole obstacle course.
Then games were over, but somehow my brother and I had each won prizes (probably because our mom ran the games). Mike and I looked into one bin of prizes, which was quite sparse. There was a Minnie Mouse, a tiny penguin, and some other weird looking white dogs that had no joints and were made of porcelain. Mike began to cry because he wanted a cool toy and there weren't any left. Then I found another bin of prizes, which had much cooler toys than the first. I showed it to him, and he cheered up. In the bin were several different Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles action figures, which is what I thought I was going to get, but I accidentally picked up a large transformer. I was about to put it back, but I noticed that there was a Wolverine (from X-Men) action figure that was a part of the set, and I was very excited at my find, so I kept it. Mike grabbed a sweet Leonardo action figure (TMNT). We were both pleased with our prizes and we walked outside and sat at the bus stop (even though I had driven to the library initially). We began playing with our toys.
Then I awoke.
I first dreamt that I was walking through a large conference center with Adam Pflugshaupt (a friend from high school). There were hundreds of booths set up there, representing many diverse things, such as colleges, charities, candy, and more. Most of the people there were in their twenties, which was interesting. I walked by a few people that I knew from high school and college, but I didn't talk with them.
Adam and I went into the big conference room within the center and packed up large, dark blue curtains into big grey cases, then carried them out into the hallway from which we had come. As we were walking out some side doors (they were all glass), we passed my friend Jon Ayee (from Regent University), who was talking intimately with a blonde girl about speed dating. I assumed that it was his ladyfriend Kassi, but when I said hello to her, I realized that it was a complete stranger. I was taken aback, and wondered if Jon was cheating on Kassi, or if they had broken up. I didn't stick around to ask questions.
Adam and I went outside and began walking down the street, lit only by yellow street lamps. I mentioned that it felt pretty warm for nighttime that time of year.
Soon I began getting hit in the face with something. I looked back at Adam, who was about thirty yards behind me shouting, "It's snowing!" I then realized that the ground was covered with about four inches of snow, which I failed to notice when I first walked outside.
I was excited, for I love snow.
Then I switched over to a different dream.
I was living alone in a one-room apartment in a city that reminded me of Gotham from Batman. It was late at night, and I was watching a news channel on my small, very old television whilst eating some macaroni and cheese with hot sauce.
My apartment was very messy, with dishes lying about here and there. There were all kinds of comic books and novels and biographies strewn about as well.
After I finished my meal, I decided to go to the library (which was open all night apparently).
I drove an old brown car through empty streets until I arrived there.
I walked past several rows of books and into the theater inside the library. There I found some musical performers who were a part of some competition. The singers were singing some gospel music, and it was pretty terrible. After it was over, the judges told them some of their thoughts (candy coated negative comments), and another group performed. They were equally terrible, and when they had finished, the judges present a special guest judges: Neil Silveus (a friend of mine).
Neil walked over to the stage and sat at the foot of it, crossing his legs. He then went on to explain why the music was terrible. When the singers began to complain about his comments, one asked Neil if the group would be better with him in it (the singers were all women; in fact, every group waiting to perform were all women, and the other judges were women). Neil replied, "Yes," which started an uproar among the ladies, but Neil stuck to his answer with confidence.
After he was finished, he came and sat by me as we watched the rest of the groups perform. They were all terrible and difficult to watch, and I badly wanted to leave and go home, but I didn't want to be rude. After a long time, the first group got up and performed again, which made me very sad, but Neil told me to leave and that nobody would be offended, so I left.
I walked out of the library and into a nearby building. There a contest was being held. There were several teams, and my mother, who was the emcee, was asking trivia questions, and the groups would have to submit answers. All of the correct answers would add up to points, which would then be used for another, more physical game. The points would transfer over to added time to complete an obstacle course of sorts.
I teamed up with my brother Mike for the trivia questions, which were focused on airlines and pilots (a subject that I don't know much about). We managed to do alright, but there were several people who had done better.
Then my mother lined everyone up at the obstacle course, and we all took turns trying to complete it. It was taking a long time (because there was no explanation as to how to go about completing the course), so my mother decided to let everybody go all at once, disregarding the whole point/time system she had developed for the trivia game.
I watched a tall guy with a huge afro complete the course very quickly. He looked like an Olympic sprinter, and I knew with all of my speed I probably couldn't beat him. But it didn't matter, for when I ran up to the first obstacle, I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do; it was a tub full of kiwis. I decided that maybe eating five would count as getting past the obstacle, so I did so. Then I found a bowl full of bubble blowers and bubble mix. I blew some bubbles and continues (still having no idea if what I was doing was correct). Then I found some spaghetti and carried it with my mouth over to an empty bowl. Then I found a pool of water and gave up trying to interpret all of the obstacles and jumped in it, then rolled around the ground, kicking my legs, and destroying the whole obstacle course.
Then games were over, but somehow my brother and I had each won prizes (probably because our mom ran the games). Mike and I looked into one bin of prizes, which was quite sparse. There was a Minnie Mouse, a tiny penguin, and some other weird looking white dogs that had no joints and were made of porcelain. Mike began to cry because he wanted a cool toy and there weren't any left. Then I found another bin of prizes, which had much cooler toys than the first. I showed it to him, and he cheered up. In the bin were several different Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles action figures, which is what I thought I was going to get, but I accidentally picked up a large transformer. I was about to put it back, but I noticed that there was a Wolverine (from X-Men) action figure that was a part of the set, and I was very excited at my find, so I kept it. Mike grabbed a sweet Leonardo action figure (TMNT). We were both pleased with our prizes and we walked outside and sat at the bus stop (even though I had driven to the library initially). We began playing with our toys.
Then I awoke.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Dream #415 (September 23, 2011)
Am I getting back into my dream grove? It may be too early to tell.
In the first part of my dream, I was working with Conner Bland (he works with me at Remedylive and is the host of a show called The Pulse Party). Just like at Remedy, I was shooting him doing his 'stand-up' (basically him talking about random stuff for a minute and a half). We were at a school, which was several stories high, and we were on the seventh story. I was using Remedy's JVC camera, and I didn't have anything but the rooms fluorescent lights to work with, so the lighting didn't look too great, but the segments turned out alright.
For the third segment, Conner thought it would be funny if he stood outside the window, so he crawled out on the ledge, shut the window behind him, and began talking. A few seconds into his 'stand up,' the wind picked up, and rain began to pour down with great force, nearly knocking Conner off the ledge. I kept taping, because I thought it would look interesting, instead of helping out my friend.
Finally he was able to open the window and come safely back inside, but he was very angry with me when I asked him if he was alright. He decided to quit his job right then and there, and he took the elevator down.
I had to stay the night in that room, so I began preparing for a long evening/night alone.
I walked over to an old wooden piano and decided to play it. I pulled the bench from on top of it and opened up the lid. Instead of revealing the typical keys, I revealed a small synthesizer. It was weird. I love synthesizers, but I was a bit upset when I saw that instead of the piano keys I was hoping for.
I walked over to an organ that was across the room (I don't know why this classroom had a piano and an organ in it, everything else looked like a typical elementary school room), and I discovered the same thing under its lid: a synthesizer.
I decided just to play that, but it didn't work.
I was frustrated, so I pulled out my sleeping bag and tried to go to bed, even though it was only about seven o'clock. Just as I was closing my eyes, I heard a bunch of students come into the room. I opened my eyes and saw nobody.
Then I switched over to a different dream.
I was riding in a bus full of Jr. High students through Goshen, IN cornfields. The driver (a large man in a US Postal Service outfit) asked the students where they wanted to eat lunch. I heard many shout, "Burger King!" or "McDonald's!" I was sitting near the front of the bus, and I said, "Martin's Supermarket!" The driver heard me the clearest and said, "Martin's it is." I believe most of the other kids were disappointed.
We arrived at Martin's and the driver opened the door. I was the only one who got out. Then the drive left and drove the kids to the Taco Bell across the street.
I didn't mind eating alone, because Martin's food sounded good to me. When I was about to enter the store, a crazy man named Dan (that I knew only in the dream) came to me carrying a broom (he was also wearing a Martin's uniform). He started saying crazy things to me, and I told him I had to leave. I then walked into the parking lot, not knowing where I was going.
Then I entered yet another dream.
I was in a park late at night with Amy Ennis, Rachel Phipps, Carrie Badertscher, Mike and Matt Baughman (my brothers), and Amber Kreider. We were there to celebrate Rachel's birthday. Amy had thrown the party, and we were the only ones who showed up (I'm not sure why Matt was there, but I was glad for it). We were sitting around a small card table that was lit only by an oil lamp. We were playing a game of poker, and Amy was dominating.
I soon became bored, so Matt, Mike, and I began to play Small World (a nifty board game).
After a while, I decided to walked down by the pond that was near our table and observe the street lights and stars reflecting from it.
Then I heard everyone else leave and go into the house (a small house in the middle of a Chicago-like city), so I followed.
Inside there were two sand volleyball courts, and we began to play. Carrie and Amber didn't join us, for they said they wanted to work on cutting the cake. Amy, though she was pregnant, was the most into the game. She started out serving, and she delivered such powerful hits that nobody could return them.
After several aces, the back door to the apartment opened. I turned and looked and saw a whole bunch of elderly people walk in carrying loads of presents wrapped in red and neon green.
Rachel ran to meet them and began opening her gifts immediately. The first four gifts were giant hymnals (about three feet by to feet or so, and at least a foot thick). Then she opened up a regular-sized book, then a couple different large picture frames, and more. I took one of the hymnals and pulled out a large kitchen knife that I happened to be carrying and began cutting out large sections of hymns. At the time I thought I was doing something logical.
When Rachel and Matt saw me doing this, they both became angry with me (I can sort of understand Rachel being upset, but I'm not sure why Matt cared).
I apologized then walked over to Mike and asked him why Mike Phipps (Rachel's husband) wasn't there. He told me that Amy forgot to invite him, and that he was in Goshen with a group of high school students (I believe the same ones from the previous dream).
Then I awoke.
In the first part of my dream, I was working with Conner Bland (he works with me at Remedylive and is the host of a show called The Pulse Party). Just like at Remedy, I was shooting him doing his 'stand-up' (basically him talking about random stuff for a minute and a half). We were at a school, which was several stories high, and we were on the seventh story. I was using Remedy's JVC camera, and I didn't have anything but the rooms fluorescent lights to work with, so the lighting didn't look too great, but the segments turned out alright.
For the third segment, Conner thought it would be funny if he stood outside the window, so he crawled out on the ledge, shut the window behind him, and began talking. A few seconds into his 'stand up,' the wind picked up, and rain began to pour down with great force, nearly knocking Conner off the ledge. I kept taping, because I thought it would look interesting, instead of helping out my friend.
Finally he was able to open the window and come safely back inside, but he was very angry with me when I asked him if he was alright. He decided to quit his job right then and there, and he took the elevator down.
I had to stay the night in that room, so I began preparing for a long evening/night alone.
I walked over to an old wooden piano and decided to play it. I pulled the bench from on top of it and opened up the lid. Instead of revealing the typical keys, I revealed a small synthesizer. It was weird. I love synthesizers, but I was a bit upset when I saw that instead of the piano keys I was hoping for.
I walked over to an organ that was across the room (I don't know why this classroom had a piano and an organ in it, everything else looked like a typical elementary school room), and I discovered the same thing under its lid: a synthesizer.
I decided just to play that, but it didn't work.
I was frustrated, so I pulled out my sleeping bag and tried to go to bed, even though it was only about seven o'clock. Just as I was closing my eyes, I heard a bunch of students come into the room. I opened my eyes and saw nobody.
Then I switched over to a different dream.
I was riding in a bus full of Jr. High students through Goshen, IN cornfields. The driver (a large man in a US Postal Service outfit) asked the students where they wanted to eat lunch. I heard many shout, "Burger King!" or "McDonald's!" I was sitting near the front of the bus, and I said, "Martin's Supermarket!" The driver heard me the clearest and said, "Martin's it is." I believe most of the other kids were disappointed.
We arrived at Martin's and the driver opened the door. I was the only one who got out. Then the drive left and drove the kids to the Taco Bell across the street.
I didn't mind eating alone, because Martin's food sounded good to me. When I was about to enter the store, a crazy man named Dan (that I knew only in the dream) came to me carrying a broom (he was also wearing a Martin's uniform). He started saying crazy things to me, and I told him I had to leave. I then walked into the parking lot, not knowing where I was going.
Then I entered yet another dream.
I was in a park late at night with Amy Ennis, Rachel Phipps, Carrie Badertscher, Mike and Matt Baughman (my brothers), and Amber Kreider. We were there to celebrate Rachel's birthday. Amy had thrown the party, and we were the only ones who showed up (I'm not sure why Matt was there, but I was glad for it). We were sitting around a small card table that was lit only by an oil lamp. We were playing a game of poker, and Amy was dominating.
I soon became bored, so Matt, Mike, and I began to play Small World (a nifty board game).
After a while, I decided to walked down by the pond that was near our table and observe the street lights and stars reflecting from it.
Then I heard everyone else leave and go into the house (a small house in the middle of a Chicago-like city), so I followed.
Inside there were two sand volleyball courts, and we began to play. Carrie and Amber didn't join us, for they said they wanted to work on cutting the cake. Amy, though she was pregnant, was the most into the game. She started out serving, and she delivered such powerful hits that nobody could return them.
After several aces, the back door to the apartment opened. I turned and looked and saw a whole bunch of elderly people walk in carrying loads of presents wrapped in red and neon green.
Rachel ran to meet them and began opening her gifts immediately. The first four gifts were giant hymnals (about three feet by to feet or so, and at least a foot thick). Then she opened up a regular-sized book, then a couple different large picture frames, and more. I took one of the hymnals and pulled out a large kitchen knife that I happened to be carrying and began cutting out large sections of hymns. At the time I thought I was doing something logical.
When Rachel and Matt saw me doing this, they both became angry with me (I can sort of understand Rachel being upset, but I'm not sure why Matt cared).
I apologized then walked over to Mike and asked him why Mike Phipps (Rachel's husband) wasn't there. He told me that Amy forgot to invite him, and that he was in Goshen with a group of high school students (I believe the same ones from the previous dream).
Then I awoke.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Dream #414 (September 22, 2010)
I had a couple dreams last night (sorry for not being around for a while).
I dreamt that I was playing a board game with my brother Matt, my grandfather, my mom, and my dad. The board was green and it had two lines of spaces (on which a pawn would advance). The game involved apple picking, for there were little trees around the board set up with little apples on them. I used to play an apple picking game like this as a child.
We all took turns picking a few apples, then advancing our individual pawns a few spaces. However, when my grandfather took a turn, he managed to pick so many apples with one swoop that his pawn jumped from one side to the other, near the victory space on the board. It was an amazing move.
Matt's turn was next, and he tried to replicate that move, but he failed and managed to knock the trees off the table, as well as several of the pawns. The game was over.
Then I fell into a different dream, one that was a bit more dark.
I was with several of my friends (Greg Fox was the only one that I know in real life), and we were sent into a dark country. We arrived there in an old green van.
Everything in this country was dark and desaturated. The only structures in sight were old wooden fences and abandoned barns. When were first arrived, there were no people there either.
We decided to explore an odd, barely red, barn. I was the last to enter, and right when I did so, I was grabbed and taken outside. I saw that I had been man-handled by an elderly fellow. He told me to stay quiet and to watch out for strangers. He then went on to tell me that the people in that country had been affected by a vampire virus that, of course, turned their skin pale and gave them a craving for blood.
Just then, the man vanished, and I was alone. Soon after that, a young lady walked up to me and told me to follow her because she needed help. I did as she asked, with a bit of hesitation, and she led me to the van I had arrived in. She opened up the back door, then pulled me in with great force.
Now the dream took one direction from that point, but later it returned to that exact moment and took a different direction.
The woman began to cry and told me about her family being lost to the virus. She said that she hadn't had human contact for several months, and she was grateful for my arrival.
Then my friends returned from the barn and saw the woman there and felt pity on her. Then we decided to leave the place and pull the woman from the dangerous country. We escaped without being harmed.
However, the dream switched back to the moment where the woman pulled me into the van.
This time, instead of spilling out her emotions, the woman tried to spill my blood. I was ready, though, and I managed to throw her to the other side of the van and flee.
I took refuge in another nearby barn (this one was barely green). I hid in there for a while, in the dark.
Soon after, I heard her voice calling out my name (though I had never given it to her). But she was answered by Greg Fox, who had led my other friends into that van as well. I saw Gregg exit the barn and meet the vampire woman at the door. She immediately bit his neck and he, too became a vampire. I rushed out there, against my better judgement, so that I could protect my other friends, but the vampire and Greg got to them before I could help. They were all vampires.
I began to run, but Greg had gained speed from his disease and overtook me. However, he didn't bite me. He told me he didn't want me to become like him and that he was going to lead the woman and our friends away to some island so that they would bring no more harm to anybody but themselves. I thought that was quite noble of him.
I said goodbye, and watched them take over a bus (by force) and leave.
I got back into the van and drove off.
Then I awoke.
I dreamt that I was playing a board game with my brother Matt, my grandfather, my mom, and my dad. The board was green and it had two lines of spaces (on which a pawn would advance). The game involved apple picking, for there were little trees around the board set up with little apples on them. I used to play an apple picking game like this as a child.
We all took turns picking a few apples, then advancing our individual pawns a few spaces. However, when my grandfather took a turn, he managed to pick so many apples with one swoop that his pawn jumped from one side to the other, near the victory space on the board. It was an amazing move.
Matt's turn was next, and he tried to replicate that move, but he failed and managed to knock the trees off the table, as well as several of the pawns. The game was over.
Then I fell into a different dream, one that was a bit more dark.
I was with several of my friends (Greg Fox was the only one that I know in real life), and we were sent into a dark country. We arrived there in an old green van.
Everything in this country was dark and desaturated. The only structures in sight were old wooden fences and abandoned barns. When were first arrived, there were no people there either.
We decided to explore an odd, barely red, barn. I was the last to enter, and right when I did so, I was grabbed and taken outside. I saw that I had been man-handled by an elderly fellow. He told me to stay quiet and to watch out for strangers. He then went on to tell me that the people in that country had been affected by a vampire virus that, of course, turned their skin pale and gave them a craving for blood.
Just then, the man vanished, and I was alone. Soon after that, a young lady walked up to me and told me to follow her because she needed help. I did as she asked, with a bit of hesitation, and she led me to the van I had arrived in. She opened up the back door, then pulled me in with great force.
Now the dream took one direction from that point, but later it returned to that exact moment and took a different direction.
The woman began to cry and told me about her family being lost to the virus. She said that she hadn't had human contact for several months, and she was grateful for my arrival.
Then my friends returned from the barn and saw the woman there and felt pity on her. Then we decided to leave the place and pull the woman from the dangerous country. We escaped without being harmed.
However, the dream switched back to the moment where the woman pulled me into the van.
This time, instead of spilling out her emotions, the woman tried to spill my blood. I was ready, though, and I managed to throw her to the other side of the van and flee.
I took refuge in another nearby barn (this one was barely green). I hid in there for a while, in the dark.
Soon after, I heard her voice calling out my name (though I had never given it to her). But she was answered by Greg Fox, who had led my other friends into that van as well. I saw Gregg exit the barn and meet the vampire woman at the door. She immediately bit his neck and he, too became a vampire. I rushed out there, against my better judgement, so that I could protect my other friends, but the vampire and Greg got to them before I could help. They were all vampires.
I began to run, but Greg had gained speed from his disease and overtook me. However, he didn't bite me. He told me he didn't want me to become like him and that he was going to lead the woman and our friends away to some island so that they would bring no more harm to anybody but themselves. I thought that was quite noble of him.
I said goodbye, and watched them take over a bus (by force) and leave.
I got back into the van and drove off.
Then I awoke.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Dream #413 (September 10, 2011)
Back on track. Here's a long fellow.
Last night I dreamt that I was playing some sort of mystery game in Koontz Lake Missionary Church. The church in real life is not all that big (though it's not small either), but the church in the dream was enormous. The sanctuary, though it was the same shape, color, and feel, was as big as a stadium. Outside the sanctuary, though it had the same walls and carpet, there were hundreds of cars parked there.
I was trying to find clues to which one of the people present was the murderer. I love mysteries, and I was having a wonderful experience. I first found a car with a personalized license plate reading "PEGGY 38." I knew this belonged to a Peggy that was a part of the game (I didn't know her personally), so I looked about it to see if there was anything suspicious about her car. I discovered McDonald's to-go bags covered in blood (I thought it was ketchup at first). I knew she must have been the one.
I then searched about the huge sanctuary and discovered a knife with blood on it. I took it so I could check for fingerprints.
As I was exiting the sanctuary, I found a yellow manuscript with some incriminating information about Peggy's relationship to the murder victim. I knew I had one with all the evidence I had discovered.
Just then, a tone rang, and all of the participants in the game came together and shared what they had discovered. I, by far, had the most and strongest evidence and, therefore, I was declared the victor.
To celebrate, I walked over to McDonald's to get a burger. The walk there was eerie, though I felt comfortable in the dream, for a strange, green twilight lit the half woods/half city area through which I strolled.
After waiting in the line at Mickey D's, the young cashier saw me and, noticing that I was about her age (the rest of the restaurant was filled with elderly people who may not have found what she told me so amusing), she told me a story about a bus driver who worked at the bus place (which was across the street from the McDonald's). This bus driver was tall and heavy-set, and he was supposedly very odd. In the last quarter of his route, he would always pull the bus off the road in Goshen, Indiana and park it in a grassy field belonging to an Amish family. Then he would get out, and have all his remaining passengers join him, and he would eat grass with a field full of pigs whilst making pig noises.
That sounded like quite a sight to see, so I told the cashier that I would certainly try to do this.
I immediately ran across the street to the Bus Barn (as it was called). There were dozens of buses parked in this dark barn (it was dark outside and there was no electricity there). I looked in the windows of the driver's seats to try to find the man that the cashier had described. Each bus contained a driver that was sleeping in his chair (all the drivers were male).
Finally, I found a big-looking dude and hopped in his bus and asked him if he would take me to Goshen. He awoke and was startled by my presence, which caused him to drop and spill his bag of crunchy fries. He told me that I could join him there only if I accompanied him on a route he had to make. I agreed, for I had nothing better to do.
The driver took me around the wooded city for quite some time, then finally agreed to take me to Goshen. I thought that was great, but I told him to stop at McDonald's first, for I still hadn't eaten and I wanted to show the cashier the man that I was accompanying.
When we walked in, the cashier immediately began shaking her head. I walked up to her and asked her what was wrong, and she said I had found the wrong guy. The guy I was looking for had a beard, and the man I was with had only stubble. I was angry at myself for wasting so much time.
I left the McDonald's disappointed. As I was slinking along the road, I discovered an arcade that looked like it would cheer me up a bit. When I first walked in, I saw a slide that dropped down into a ball pit. That looked fun, so I tested it to be sure and it was indeed fun. Then I discovered a Donkey Kong arcade game. I didn't think I could play it, but the game started up when I touched a button as if I had paid for it. It was great fun, and when I finally lost my last life, I was given a whole bunch of tickets that could earn me prizes at the end of my time at the arcade.
I went on to the next game, a Mario racing game, and that, too, was free. I played free game after free game and had an awesome time. I spent a lot of time at the basketball shooting challenge and had fun there. When I finished that game, I discovered that I wasn't the only one in the building. I looked about me and saw that there was a fancy restaurant connected to the arcade. It had beautiful carpeting, fancy chandeliers, and the customers were all adorned with some pricey clothing.
The only other people in the arcade part were a father and his young son. I was a bit frustrated with them, for every time I went to a new game, they would follow me and wait behind me, making me feel guilty if I played the game more than once.
After playing several more games, the shame started to weigh on me. I felt as if the father and son were both getting angry with me for taking too long at the games and that the people eating at the fancy restaurant were getting upset with me for playing the games and making a ton of noise that was annoying to them. I finally left.
Then I awoke.
Last night I dreamt that I was playing some sort of mystery game in Koontz Lake Missionary Church. The church in real life is not all that big (though it's not small either), but the church in the dream was enormous. The sanctuary, though it was the same shape, color, and feel, was as big as a stadium. Outside the sanctuary, though it had the same walls and carpet, there were hundreds of cars parked there.
I was trying to find clues to which one of the people present was the murderer. I love mysteries, and I was having a wonderful experience. I first found a car with a personalized license plate reading "PEGGY 38." I knew this belonged to a Peggy that was a part of the game (I didn't know her personally), so I looked about it to see if there was anything suspicious about her car. I discovered McDonald's to-go bags covered in blood (I thought it was ketchup at first). I knew she must have been the one.
I then searched about the huge sanctuary and discovered a knife with blood on it. I took it so I could check for fingerprints.
As I was exiting the sanctuary, I found a yellow manuscript with some incriminating information about Peggy's relationship to the murder victim. I knew I had one with all the evidence I had discovered.
Just then, a tone rang, and all of the participants in the game came together and shared what they had discovered. I, by far, had the most and strongest evidence and, therefore, I was declared the victor.
To celebrate, I walked over to McDonald's to get a burger. The walk there was eerie, though I felt comfortable in the dream, for a strange, green twilight lit the half woods/half city area through which I strolled.
After waiting in the line at Mickey D's, the young cashier saw me and, noticing that I was about her age (the rest of the restaurant was filled with elderly people who may not have found what she told me so amusing), she told me a story about a bus driver who worked at the bus place (which was across the street from the McDonald's). This bus driver was tall and heavy-set, and he was supposedly very odd. In the last quarter of his route, he would always pull the bus off the road in Goshen, Indiana and park it in a grassy field belonging to an Amish family. Then he would get out, and have all his remaining passengers join him, and he would eat grass with a field full of pigs whilst making pig noises.
That sounded like quite a sight to see, so I told the cashier that I would certainly try to do this.
I immediately ran across the street to the Bus Barn (as it was called). There were dozens of buses parked in this dark barn (it was dark outside and there was no electricity there). I looked in the windows of the driver's seats to try to find the man that the cashier had described. Each bus contained a driver that was sleeping in his chair (all the drivers were male).
Finally, I found a big-looking dude and hopped in his bus and asked him if he would take me to Goshen. He awoke and was startled by my presence, which caused him to drop and spill his bag of crunchy fries. He told me that I could join him there only if I accompanied him on a route he had to make. I agreed, for I had nothing better to do.
The driver took me around the wooded city for quite some time, then finally agreed to take me to Goshen. I thought that was great, but I told him to stop at McDonald's first, for I still hadn't eaten and I wanted to show the cashier the man that I was accompanying.
When we walked in, the cashier immediately began shaking her head. I walked up to her and asked her what was wrong, and she said I had found the wrong guy. The guy I was looking for had a beard, and the man I was with had only stubble. I was angry at myself for wasting so much time.
I left the McDonald's disappointed. As I was slinking along the road, I discovered an arcade that looked like it would cheer me up a bit. When I first walked in, I saw a slide that dropped down into a ball pit. That looked fun, so I tested it to be sure and it was indeed fun. Then I discovered a Donkey Kong arcade game. I didn't think I could play it, but the game started up when I touched a button as if I had paid for it. It was great fun, and when I finally lost my last life, I was given a whole bunch of tickets that could earn me prizes at the end of my time at the arcade.
I went on to the next game, a Mario racing game, and that, too, was free. I played free game after free game and had an awesome time. I spent a lot of time at the basketball shooting challenge and had fun there. When I finished that game, I discovered that I wasn't the only one in the building. I looked about me and saw that there was a fancy restaurant connected to the arcade. It had beautiful carpeting, fancy chandeliers, and the customers were all adorned with some pricey clothing.
The only other people in the arcade part were a father and his young son. I was a bit frustrated with them, for every time I went to a new game, they would follow me and wait behind me, making me feel guilty if I played the game more than once.
After playing several more games, the shame started to weigh on me. I felt as if the father and son were both getting angry with me for taking too long at the games and that the people eating at the fancy restaurant were getting upset with me for playing the games and making a ton of noise that was annoying to them. I finally left.
Then I awoke.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Dream #412 (September 9, 2011)
This is brief.
I dreamt that I entered a church fellowship hall with gray carpet. A bunch of wooden tables were set up, and a Euchre tournament was being held there. I wanted to join, but I hadn't signed up. I walked to a table where Caitlin Geeslin and Brittany Coleman were partners. They were opposed to two junior high boys with black hair that looked as if they didn't even know how to play the game.
I asked a man standing behind a podium on the other side of the room if I could enter the tournament, and he said no. I wandered around the room for quite some time after that.
I eventually awoke.
Dream #411 (September 8, 2011)
Here is a dream.
I dreamt that I was living in Seth Bartlette's house with Tim Johnson. Tim and I were, for some reason, cleaning Seth's entire house before he returned home from work. When everything had just become very neat and tidy, Seth returned. Instead of looking like Seth, Seth looked like Jimmy Fallon. He didn't even compliment us on our cleaning.
Then Tim and I went our separate ways.
I walked into my bedroom, which took me from nighttime to daytime. I was also in a completely different house. Morgan Ferch (my former neighbor) was there with her boyfriend. They were playing checkers. I felt like watching a movie, so I went into another bedroom. The bedroom was the bedroom I know reside in at my grandfather's house in real life; in the dream I knew it to be this room. There I found Brittany Coleman lying on my bed watching a 35mm film that was projected from behind the head of a bed to a small silver screen a few feet behind the foot. The movie was some sort of train documentary in black and white with occasional shots containing green and red.
I asked Brittany what she was doing there, for it was my bed and I was tired. Then she informed me that the bed was actually not mine, but hers. I didn't agree.
After a brief discussion, Brittany accepted that I was right, and she crawled out the window. It was the middle of the day, and I went to bed.
Then I awoke.
Dream #410 (September 3, 2011)
This is a bit late, but at least it is here.
I dreamt that I was visiting my friend Kevin Chupp's house for a going away party he was hosting.
He and his sister Kelli had set up a projector so that the guests could view old slides of Kevin's childhood.
Kevin turned off all the lights in the house. By the way, the house was a huge, fancy lake house made mostly of glass. The slides, which contained many deep-green grassy fields and blue mountains, began to show on the silver screen.
Suddenly, I was warped into the screen, into a different time and place altogether than the picture had shown. I was in a wasteland. Everything was gray, and smoke rose from the ground. There was a large battle going on, and many were dying.
In this part of the dream, I was only a young child wearing a blue onesie. I wandered around the battlefield until I ran into a great bear who was wearing an old rusty breastplate and slaying his enemies with a great stone hammer. He saw me and immediately rushed to me and began to protect me from the enemy soldiers who were trying to kill me.
The bear defeated dozens of enemies, maybe close to a few hundred while he was with me, but he was eventually struck down.
When he fell, I noticed that he had been hiding his baby cub the whole time. I led the cub away from the battle and we took shelter in an old cabin.
After several minutes of hiding, a person entered the cabin. I poked my head around the corner behind which I was hiding and saw that the person was Carrie Badertscher (my former boss at Prairie Camp). When she saw me, she immediately came to me and the bear cub and told us that she would take care of us.
Then I jumped forward in time. I was a young man at this point, and the bear had grown up to be as great as its father. We lived in a subdivision of cabins, and I had just taken the bear out to exercise.
We were running about and chasing each other and we had stayed out a little longer than we were supposed to, and it became dark quickly. We soon heard the howling of wolves. I remembered Carrie telling me that the wolves were very dangerous in this area, so I tried to lead the bear home. When we returned, our home was gone.
Then I awoke.
I dreamt that I was visiting my friend Kevin Chupp's house for a going away party he was hosting.
He and his sister Kelli had set up a projector so that the guests could view old slides of Kevin's childhood.
Kevin turned off all the lights in the house. By the way, the house was a huge, fancy lake house made mostly of glass. The slides, which contained many deep-green grassy fields and blue mountains, began to show on the silver screen.
Suddenly, I was warped into the screen, into a different time and place altogether than the picture had shown. I was in a wasteland. Everything was gray, and smoke rose from the ground. There was a large battle going on, and many were dying.
In this part of the dream, I was only a young child wearing a blue onesie. I wandered around the battlefield until I ran into a great bear who was wearing an old rusty breastplate and slaying his enemies with a great stone hammer. He saw me and immediately rushed to me and began to protect me from the enemy soldiers who were trying to kill me.
The bear defeated dozens of enemies, maybe close to a few hundred while he was with me, but he was eventually struck down.
When he fell, I noticed that he had been hiding his baby cub the whole time. I led the cub away from the battle and we took shelter in an old cabin.
After several minutes of hiding, a person entered the cabin. I poked my head around the corner behind which I was hiding and saw that the person was Carrie Badertscher (my former boss at Prairie Camp). When she saw me, she immediately came to me and the bear cub and told us that she would take care of us.
Then I jumped forward in time. I was a young man at this point, and the bear had grown up to be as great as its father. We lived in a subdivision of cabins, and I had just taken the bear out to exercise.
We were running about and chasing each other and we had stayed out a little longer than we were supposed to, and it became dark quickly. We soon heard the howling of wolves. I remembered Carrie telling me that the wolves were very dangerous in this area, so I tried to lead the bear home. When we returned, our home was gone.
Then I awoke.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Dream #409 (September 1, 2011)
Here's a new dream.
I began this dream inside of a small car. Kyle Heffelfinger, my brother Mike, and I were all in the back seat and my mother was driving with her father sitting in the passenger seat. It was tight.
We first went to a white house with a blue roof. We stopped there only briefly; my mother had to pick up some flowers.
We then took a drive on a winding country road. It was late fall, for most of the leaves had turned, and many had fallen. We arrived at a house that was located inside of an Indiana State Park.
My mother and grandfather both got out and they each pulled out an ipod and began jogging. Kyle and Mike said they were going inside the house. I decided to run a few miles, so I whipped out my pink iPod and, after starting up a Paul Simon album (Graceland) I began to run along the narrow, yet beautiful path through the woods. When I passed my mom, she said that some John Glenn high school students were running in the woods and I could try to keep up with them if I wanted.
I had faith in my speed, so I caught up to those students and tried to keep up. However, though they were not moving very fast, I, for some reason, could not keep up. I knew I could run faster, but something was preventing me from doing so (this happens to me a lot in my dreams when I try to run. I always feel like I get no traction and I can't move my body as fast as I know I can). I lost the Glenn joggers on a wooden staircase and became dissatisfied with my speed.
I turned and ran back to the house.
When I entered, I found Kyle and Mike there talking with David and Carrie Badertscher. However, instead of just having one child (Stella), they had three; Stella, a baby boy, and Stella's twin. I didn't know that Stella had a twin, and I asked Carrie if she had to go through another long adoption process to get her. She told me it was as difficult this time around.
I began to play with the two Stella's. We were pushing around big yellow Tonka trucks for a long time and having a lot of fun.
After a little while, Kyle told me it was time to go.
Mike and I then went with Kyle in his car (which wasn't as tightly packed). It was dark outside by this time, and instead of taking a country road, we took a city road (which wasn't busy, interestingly enough).
We made our way to Lowe's home improvement store and snuck in there in the middle of the night. We were the only ones there; it was awesome. We all walked around different aisles (there were a lot of clothes at this Lowe's for some reason). We tried on different colored Underarmor and stocking hats. Then we played around in the tools for a bit.
Then we were all startled by a janitor, who asked us when we were going to begin our shift.
We all three immediately had jobs there. Lowe's opened to the public and dawn broke at that moment. Mike took a shift as a cashier. I was a floor mopper, and Kyle was a greeter. We each worked for a couple of hours, then called it quits. When we left, we each received a work schedule for the week; we were each scheduled to work two hours every morning.
I was actually glad to have the job.
We walked back to the parking lot, but instead of entering Kyle's car, we walked into a nearby Burger King.
Then I awoke.
I began this dream inside of a small car. Kyle Heffelfinger, my brother Mike, and I were all in the back seat and my mother was driving with her father sitting in the passenger seat. It was tight.
We first went to a white house with a blue roof. We stopped there only briefly; my mother had to pick up some flowers.
We then took a drive on a winding country road. It was late fall, for most of the leaves had turned, and many had fallen. We arrived at a house that was located inside of an Indiana State Park.
My mother and grandfather both got out and they each pulled out an ipod and began jogging. Kyle and Mike said they were going inside the house. I decided to run a few miles, so I whipped out my pink iPod and, after starting up a Paul Simon album (Graceland) I began to run along the narrow, yet beautiful path through the woods. When I passed my mom, she said that some John Glenn high school students were running in the woods and I could try to keep up with them if I wanted.
I had faith in my speed, so I caught up to those students and tried to keep up. However, though they were not moving very fast, I, for some reason, could not keep up. I knew I could run faster, but something was preventing me from doing so (this happens to me a lot in my dreams when I try to run. I always feel like I get no traction and I can't move my body as fast as I know I can). I lost the Glenn joggers on a wooden staircase and became dissatisfied with my speed.
I turned and ran back to the house.
When I entered, I found Kyle and Mike there talking with David and Carrie Badertscher. However, instead of just having one child (Stella), they had three; Stella, a baby boy, and Stella's twin. I didn't know that Stella had a twin, and I asked Carrie if she had to go through another long adoption process to get her. She told me it was as difficult this time around.
I began to play with the two Stella's. We were pushing around big yellow Tonka trucks for a long time and having a lot of fun.
After a little while, Kyle told me it was time to go.
Mike and I then went with Kyle in his car (which wasn't as tightly packed). It was dark outside by this time, and instead of taking a country road, we took a city road (which wasn't busy, interestingly enough).
We made our way to Lowe's home improvement store and snuck in there in the middle of the night. We were the only ones there; it was awesome. We all walked around different aisles (there were a lot of clothes at this Lowe's for some reason). We tried on different colored Underarmor and stocking hats. Then we played around in the tools for a bit.
Then we were all startled by a janitor, who asked us when we were going to begin our shift.
We all three immediately had jobs there. Lowe's opened to the public and dawn broke at that moment. Mike took a shift as a cashier. I was a floor mopper, and Kyle was a greeter. We each worked for a couple of hours, then called it quits. When we left, we each received a work schedule for the week; we were each scheduled to work two hours every morning.
I was actually glad to have the job.
We walked back to the parking lot, but instead of entering Kyle's car, we walked into a nearby Burger King.
Then I awoke.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Dream #408 (August 21, 2011)
This will be fairly short.
I dreamt that I was at some sort of huge retreat that took place at a campground in the middle of a city. In the middle of the campground was a resort center that resembled a castle. It was tall and wide, and it was made of stone. Many people were entering and exiting it at all times. Furthermore, there were numerous lines of people marching in several different patterns and in different directions.
I was in charge of running activities inside of an enormous cage that was setting over a patch of grass. There were several wooden tables set up, and I had created different game stations within the cage, most of them involving water. A lot of teens that played the games I recognized from Prairie Camp's Teen Camp.
After I had entertained several groups of teens, I was told to go into another cage. There I was united with Norm Dial, Mike Phipps, and a middle aged woman, and we were instructed to enter into a cage within the cage that was covered with several purple velvet blankets. Inside of this smaller cage, several wooden tables were covered with items wrapped in magician-themed wrapping paper. A whistle blew, and Norm, Mike, and the middle aged woman began unwrapping the gifts. Once the would unwrap one, they would put in a pile behind them, then return to the table to open more presents.
After half of the gifts were gone, I was invited to open some. I was excited, because Norm had opened a package with five hundred dollars in it. My gifts were much different, though. I opened up a cone-shaped light prism (it probably would work in real life as well as it did in the dream), an NES gaming system (with a picture of Super NES's version of Donkey Kong and Diddy Kong), and a green cloth napkin (that resembled the napkin into which I blew a great wad of snot at a scholarship banquet at which John Ashcroft was the guest of honor and had a speech, during which I audibly passed gas, which caused several heads to turn; that is a story that must be told another time through another medium).
I looked over my gifts, and I knew they weren't worth much. However, I was very grateful for them. I knew I was blessed even to have participated in the opening of gifts. Moments after this realization, I had another: all the gifts were items given from my parent's house (none of these items are possessed by my parents in real life, by the way).
Then I awoke.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Dream #407 (August 19, 2011)
I dreamt.
I was inside of a bookstore that resembled a house. There were both used and new books there, all in very good condition.
I was with my father, and we were both searching through the used books to see if we could find anything we were interested in. After a few minutes of this, I heard some commotion outside and found a group of young adults throwing a frisbee around. I knew several of them, but the first person I ran into was a man by the name of Adam Linse.
Adam graduated with me from Oregon-Davis High School in 2007. He was a goofy fellow, but very kind and fun. Most students called him 'Talls' because of his height, which was somewhere around 6' 3" or something like that. A lot of people picked on him, unfortunately, for foolish reasons. He definitely did not deserve the abuse he put up with throughout his years.
Anyway, I haven't seen him for several years, so I was excited to say hello. With great excitement he told me about a new video game he had purchased, and he even reenacted it right in front of me, pretending to shoot down enemies with a gun that was visible only to those with imagination.
After talking to him for a few minutes, I literally walked into Dan Napolitan, who was wearing a 60's style suit with an even older-looking hat. He was a bit annoyed when I did so, and he didn't seem to recognize me at first, but after a second, he remembered who I was. However, when I called him Dan, he acted as if that wasn't his name, so I pretended that I was actually talking about another Dan that we both knew.
Our awkward conversation was quickly broken up by a frisbee that was thrown in our direction, accompanied by "Five hundred!" shouted from about thirty feet away. An intense game of 'dollars up' (also known as 'jackpot') had ensued, right in the middle of the suburban street, and I wasn't about to let anybody beat me at catching a frisbee (I'm not typically competitive, but I was in this dream for some reason). I fought Dan for the next throw, but, though he is shorter than I, he beat me to the frisbee and won 200 points. Then next throw, I ran into Shana Beers (whom I didn't know was even present), knocking her over, letting some young boy (who resembled Oliver Twist in my mind) catch the 700 point frisbee. I apologized and decided that I should go back inside before harming anyone else.
When I went back in, I bought a bright green book right away, without really knowing what it was. When I looked inside, I found a special package stating that I had won. When I read a bit more of this package, I discovered that I had won an opportunity to play baseball for any major league team I wanted to. Furthermore, I was instantly a talented ball player. My dad asked me who I wanted to play for, and I told him that I wasn't sure.
Then I switched over to a different dream.
I was on a train in the middle of the desert. Suddenly, the train broke down and all of the passengers got off. Then I discovered that a strong, shirtless man was on the train. I bring him up because he claimed to be Superman. For some reason, everyone else believed him, but I wasn't so sure. I tried to test him physically by telling him to fly here, or lift certain heavy objects, but he never quite did what I asked of him. By the way, I was Spider-Man in this dream, though nobody had reason to believe so, for I myself never used my mutant powers.
Louis Lane was also on the train, but at this point, she had never met Superman or even heard of him. She seemed to have a crush on the guy, and I tried to explain to her how foolish she was for believing him. Then the man became angry and said he was going to show off his power on me. He leaped down a sand dune, carrying a shovel, then threw the shovel back up the dune (which was impressive, but not super human). Then I sprinted down the dune and sprinted back up very quickly (I don't know what I was trying to prove; I was fast, but not unbelievably fast).
Then everything changed. I was now watching this dream on a television screen. The train had begun working again, and all of the passengers boarded it and took their seats. I leaned back on the couch and drank from my glass of water.
Then I awoke.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Dream #406 (August 18, 2011)
This was a dream.
In the beginning of the dream, I arrived at a house with David and Carrie Badertscher, Jeff and Amber Kreider, Amy Ennis, and Jacob Bartlett at a house on the beach we had rented. The sky was dark and cloudy, but the temperature was great when we got out of the red fifteen passenger van in which we had come.
Right when we got there, Carrie ordered Jacob and I to pull out a bunch of candy that we had stored in the van. We were all supposed to deliver the candy to poor children in the area. We each grabbed a large bag of candy (I had green apple Sour Straws), and we split up to find poor kids.
The city was designed a lot like a campground with different lots for each family. I found about 11 kids right away that enjoyed the candy I gave them, but after that I struggled finding poor kids. I came across a lot of kids, but they didn't seem poor to me, and we had been instructed to give the candy only to poor kids. I specifically remember talking to a few kids who were outside of their home jumping rope.
I returned, a bit dissatisfied, for I was supposed to deliver candy to twelve people. I ran into Amber, who was giving away Twizzlers, and she told me to keep looking for another poor kid.
So I retraced all of my steps and walked again through the small city, finding no more poor kids.
When I returned again, I found Jacob there playing some sort of crazy game with a bunch of teens. The object of the game was to collect a bunch of dud grenades and smoke bombs (that looked just like the grenades and smoke bombs in an old James Bond game I used to play called Nightfire). Now, there was more to the game. Every player was given several smoke bombs and grenades at the beginning, and these were no duds. However, when they exploded, though they caused people to fly all over the place, they didn't harm anyone. The teens were dressed for the event; many were wearing some sort of armor (shin guards, trash can lid shields, bucket helmets, metal siding breastplates, etc.). I jumped into the final game and was blown up right away, and before I even knew what took place, I found myself several hundred of feet away from the game. I watched as the game quickly came to a close, revealing Jacob as the winner.
All the teens left after this, but I wanted to play again, so I challenged Jacob to a one-on-one match. He accepted the challenge, and we began to play. I started off great; I deflected a grenade thrown by Jacob, knocking it into a trash can and smoldering the blast by sealing it off. Then I threw a smoke bomb in Jacob's general area, causing him to lose sight for quite some time, giving me time to collect about 8 smoke bomb duds. After I grabbed those, I found the mother-load of grenade duds, but right when I reached for them, I was blown away by a second grenade from Jacob. I had lost.
Then I awoke.
Dream #405 (August 17, 2011)
This was odd and felt very real.
I was working at Prairie Camp's Family Camp. I was walking past the Children's Tabernacle when a mother approached me and asked me to watch her children for her. I told her that I would love to, but I was busy at the moment preparing for a teen camp game.
I then hopped in a golf cart and rode over to Dave and Carrie Badertscher's former house (they lived on the house that rests at Prairie Camp). I got off and looked at my phone and saw that I had a voicemail, which I then retrieved. My brother Mike had left it, and he informed me that an alien had landed in a nearby field, and the alien wanted to speak with me.
I hopped in my car and drove to the site where I met up with by brother and Adam Pflugshaupt. They were both conversing with the alien. This alien didn't look all that inhuman. His head was a bit more elliptical, his skin was pale green, he didn't really have a nose, and he only had three fingers on each hand. This alien's ship was still intact, and it looked much like a regular rocket.
Then Adam invited the alien back to our apartment (in the dream, Adam and I lived together in a one-room apartment).
The apartment was full of metal, jankity bunk beds that looked just like the beds at Prairie Camp. None of the beds had mattresses. The alien (who had befriended Adam), was excited to stay with us. We were all tired, so we went to bed. I didn't sleep well, for the alien slept above me and green liquid was dripping off of him.
It was so bad that I walked outside to get a breath of air. Then I saw the rocket, and I became curious, so I crawled inside.
When I got in, everything locked down, and I was strapped to a bed by robotic arms. Then the rocket took off (I could see everything through a long window that was across from my bed). The rocket went far into space at crazy speeds, then began spinning rapidly, making me sick.
Eventually, the rocket landed back by the apartment (which was by the field where the rocket had landed). When I got out, I saw the alien there waiting for me. He told me that the rocket had been programmed for a joy ride that many humans would have trouble stomaching. I had survived, but I was still very dizzy and ill from the ride. Adam then pulled me aside and scolded me for taking the rocket without asking.
Then I awoke.
Dream #404 (August 16, 2011)
A couple days late with this one.
This dream took place in a strange twilight. In the beginning I went to attend Lebowski Fest. I hopped on a big yellow school bus full of all kinds of people (there were several mullets in the crowd, though). The ride didn't last long. Before I even had a chance to see who was all riding on the bus, we had arrived.
The festival (in my dream) took place at a big resort area. There were several log cabins, a swimming pool, and a lot of grassy fields. There were several punk rock women selling Lebowski Fest t-shirts (they were black with some purple letters on them), but there weren't many others there.
I wondered around the area for a while, stopping for a few minutes to look at a flag pole that seemed out of place. It was lit from underneath by very white light. It was then that I noticed all of the colors there seemed pure.
Suddenly, Lebowski Fest was over, and a new thing began. Nathan Galvez (a friend from Regent University) and I began to take over the resort area by force. We each grabbed a flame thrower and set fire to several cabins. Then we went to the general store and threw concrete blocks through the windows. After that, we went to a grassy field and build a giant card tower (I don't know what the significance of that was).
Soon, daylight came, and I noticed that all the ground was suddenly, instead of the pure green grass that had been there, turned to fine gravel. A large mob of people had gathered in a basin that was at the edge of the resort, and they challenged Nathan and me to a test of skill. Two semi-trucks were brought in, and each truck had a bed that was covered in a massive card tower. Nathan and a random opponent from the angry mob were each given a bow and some arrows. The goal was to knock down all the cards in the fewest amount of shots possible.
Nathan's shot was first. Right when he shot, I knocked over some cards for him (I had snuck over to the truck to assist Nathan). However, one of the mob members saw this and became infuriated. But Nathan shot again immediately and knocked over the rest of the cards, proving his skill. Then the other guy shot two arrows and knocked over his cards in the other truck bed.
Then I awoke.
I fell back asleep. I was on top of a mountain that was lightly covered in snow and heavily covered in people. Carrie Badertscher was there, and I asked her to direct a group of people in a dance on the mountain top because I wanted to reenact one of my past dreams for an audience (and this dream called for mountaintop dancers). Then I called a guy and ordered him to drive a yellow bus up as an homage to the Lebowski Fest dream.
Then I awoke (again).
Monday, August 15, 2011
Dream #403 (August 15, 2011)
This is a bit weird. And it's my first blogged dream for quite some time (I've returned from summer camp).
In this dream, I was working at Prairie Camp. However, Prairie Camp didn't look like Prairie Camp; instead, it resembled a state park that I stayed at as a child somewhere west of Indiana.
Anyway, I was performing many of my maintenance duties (weed whacking, lawn mowing, fixing up posts, and so on), working on my own while most others were still asleep. It was very early morning and the sun had just risen.
A couple hours into my work, I walked over by the Retreat Center (which is located at PC) and witnessed Josh Cavinder (a counselor this year) taking his kids up onto the porch and having them jump off of it for fun. Just as I was about to tell them that it wasn't a good idea, Carrie came out of her house and scolded him.
Next I walked into the retreat center. It was dark, and I had trouble locating the pair of athletic shorts that I had in my room (I didn't bother turning any lights on). I changed quickly, then ran over to the gym.
Now, the gym at camp is kind of nasty, but the gym in my dream looked more like an NBA stadium. There were a ton of people my age there, and they were all involved in a strange version of dodgeball. Everything looked similar, but there was a major difference: there were no balls. Instead, people were chucking at each other large cardboard creations (that resembled the cardboard boats I had the teen campers make a couple of weeks ago). I jumped right into the game and immediately began to dominate.
I threw a mess of packaging tape and cardboard at a guy wearing a headband and knocked him to the ground after hitting him in the face. I also hit a guy in the foot with the very next throw. Next, I picked up a huge raft of cardboard and threw it across the gym (from the baseline) and smashed it into Eric D. I had ended the game.
Then everyone came together and decided that it was time to go to bed.
Before leaving the gym, I began talking with Eric D and realized that there was something strange about the way he was speaking and walking. I approached him and asked him what was going on. Then he informed me that before the dodge cardboard game, everyone had randomly switched bodies with another player, which, in his opinion, was why I had played so well. He told me I was used to my body type, which is why I had the coordination to dominate. I wanted to play again and temporarily switch bodies with somebody else, but everyone else was too tired, so we left.
When we walked outside, I realized it was nighttime already. I tried figuring out who was inside of Eric D by looking at his posture, and by observing who else was there. I came to the conclusion that it was one of the Matteson boys (Cam or Adam), for he had a similar posture to the two of them. I talked a bit more with Eric D's body to see if I could figure out which one he was. He then told me that he had dressed up as Candy Cane the night before, and that his brother had dressed up as Mad Dawg, and the two of them went around camp, setting off fire crackers. They had also 'rung the bell' (there is, for some reason, an appeal for some teen campers to ring the big bell at night). By the way, Candy Can and Mad Dawg were two characters created and acted by Norm Dial and myself; they were hardcore bikers who ride a moped around and talked crazy at teen camp. I was a bit angry that Cam and Adam had tried to frame Norm and I by dressing up as our characters, but I was also a bit amused.
I followed Cam or Adam back to his campsite and said goodbye.
Then I went to McDonald's in the middle of the night.
There was a great group of young people there who had just arrived on a big yellow bus. They were all ordering food, so I had to wait for all of them to finish before I finally got the chance to order. When it was finally my turn, I realized that I had no money (I didn't forget my wallet or anything like that, I just realized that I actually possessed no cash or credit of any kind).
I walked away sad and hungry. I was stopped by a homeless-looking man who was drinking a strawberry milkshake. He took the lid off of his shake and put his hand right inside of it and pulled out a wad of cash and coins and threw them on the ground in front of me. I was about to bend over and pick some of it up when a flock of teens dove onto the floor and picked up all the money before I could act. The man, who didn't seem so homeless to me anymore, looked at me and flipped me a quarter, for which I thanked him.
I tried to buy a McChicken, but the cashier wouldn't let me.
Then I awoke.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Dream #402 (July 11, 2011)
Back from the dead.
This dream was crazy. Several people and I were renting a house at Sleeping Bear Dunes in northern Michigan. It was right on Lake Michigan, though the terrain was a lot more extreme in my dream. There were rocky mountains, sandy mountains, and huge crashing waves all about the coastline. There were few other homes near ours, and we were pretty secluded.
I decided to leave the crowded house on this particular day to explore my surroundings outside. With me I took a clone of my younger brother. Now, this clone was an exact replica of Mike when he was about 12 years old. We both journeyed through a field of very tall grass (a small path had been made through it before by somebody else) and arrived at the shoreline.
Without thinking, the clone Mike ran and jumped into the lake (this was very dangerous in my dream, for the waves were violently pushing into the rocky shore). It was not long before he was swept away.
I panicked. I looked around and gathered some bamboo and built myself a raft and pushed it out into the lake. I drifted along the coast for quite sometime without a glimpse of the clone.
Suddenly, I saw his head come up. He was close enough for me to throw him a vine, and he caught it. However, a sudden and great wave blasted at his back, causing him to let go of the vine and go under water. I didn't see him again that afternoon.
I returned to the house when night fell, disheartened. I knew that it was just a clone, but it was still my brother, in a way. I found a small kitchen closet and fell asleep there for the night.
The next day, I bundled up in a thick green winter coat (it had snowed heavily that night and was very cold). I was given a few provisions by some of the others staying at the house (saltine crackers, peanut butter, and water), and was sent out into the dark cold.
I pushed through the biting winds and the stinging chill until I reached the shore. There was no sign of clone Mike, so I climbed atop the tallest rock there (this rock was like a small mountain) and stood there to see if I could spot him. I could not.
I turned and looked into the mountain behind me and saw a camera moving about. I also saw a monitor. Apparently, the news was reporting about the beach where I was standing, and I just happened to be there as they were doing so. The camera was hovering near me, and seemed to be controlled by a remote somewhere far away. I grabbed the camera and, after looking at the monitor to make sure I was being broadcasted live, I asked if anybody had seen my brother, then I gave them my phone number so they could contact me if they had.
Then I climbed down from the rock. Right after doing so, I received a call on my cell phone from an unknown number. I answered it and found the caller to be Laura (a person my brain made up), an elderly woman who lived a couple houses down from the house in which I was staying. She told me that clone Mike had wandered naked into her home and she had taken care of him.
I then walked about a mile down the beach until I reached the house. The kind elderly lady welcomed me in, gave me a bowl of tomato soup, and sat me down next to my clone brother.
Then I awoke.
I fell back asleep and entered a different dream.
I was living in the same rented house in northern Michigan, but this time it was with a group from Prairie Camp (both the staff and the campers were residing there for the week). I was told by Carrie (the camp director) to create a complex game on the spot, so I did just that.
I made a mystery involving several different stations that the groups of young teenagers had to visit in order to solve a murder mystery I had created. I made maps on the green poster board that I had lying around (I have a bunch of that stuff in real life that I use for a green screen). I only had time to put a couple of the destinations on the maps.
Then, for unknown reasons, I took a bunch of tennis balls and placed them at various destinations. I thought to myself, I'll make the mystery open-ended so that the students came come up with their own solutions that are neither right nor wrong. I planned on making winners of the most creative crime solvers.
Then I climbed up to the attic of the house and crawled out of a window there. The window led into the middle of a sand dune, and I had to mole my way out. En route to the outside, I discovered two buried tennis balls. I didn't know how they got there. I set up a little station at the top of the dune, then walked across over to a rocky mountain and set up a station there.
After that, I returned to the house and instructed the other staff members to put together a few graham cracker and frosting houses. Then the kids entered from outside and Carrie told me to tell them how the game/mystery was to be played. I was still unsure of some of the guidelines of the game, but I started explaining anyway.
Then I awoke.
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