The first dream that took place was set up in a strange way. It started out with my brother and I listening to a record that my dad had picked up from the library. We were in a dark purple room that was dimly lit and had two beds, a desk, and, of course, a record player. I began to play the record and was immediately taken away by the story.
When I entered this story, I had no memory of the purple room, or of the 'fact' that this was only a story and not my real life. I had completely become the main character.
I was in a snowy woods in an unpopulated area in Alaska. I was with a fellow researcher, and we were studying the habits of a giant bird. This great brown creature was the last of its kind, that we knew of, so we were very excited to finally see it in its natural habitat.
I was communicating with my partner via radio when the absolute quiet of the forest was pierced by the shrill screech of the giant bird. A shadow was cast upon me from its great wingspan, and I beheld a sight that I will never forget. I was so pleased in that moment.
Moments later, my pleasure was taken away as the bird fell from the sky and crashed into a group of trees close by. I rushed over to see if it had survived, but it was dead. The creature looked very old, and I hypothesized that age was the cause of his death. I radioed my partner and informed him of the bad news. It was possible that I was the last person to see this creature alive, a thought which haunted me.
Then, out of the corner of me eye, I saw an egg resting in the wing of the great bird. I approached it and noticed that it was beginning to crack open. Soon enough, a tiny little bird, which resembled a penguin, emerged from the shell and began walking down the snowy path as if it knew where it was going.
I followed it a while, then decided to pick it up and study it. I radioed my partner and described it to him. It's dorsal feathers were black, while its ventral feathers were white, and it had a few yellow feathers around its golden beak. It was a lovely creature.
Then I jumped further along in the story. I was at a great ball that was taking place inside of a museum, where an array of my Alaskan discoveries, including photos and notes on the small penguin bird, were on display. I also had with my a woman, about my age, with me. I'm slightly unsure of her origins, but I believe she was a native from the area I was studying. She didn't look Alaskan, though, for she had fair skin and long blonde hair. To be honest, she was probably one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen (this, of course, is within the dream...maybe).
Anyway, she was with me, and I was teaching her about some of the customs of Americans (though I myself do not understand many of them). Somehow she was able to speak a fair amount of English, so she could ask question after question as we walked about the museum. I had a great time.
After we finished looking at the displays, we decided to visit the local theater, where a crazy production having to do with tall, lanky clowns was taking place. After we watched a little of it, the two of us were a bit estranged, so we climbed up to the balcony and sat by a fountain.
Then I awoke from my trance back in the purple room. The first side of the record had finished, and I needed to go flip it over. I wanted to take a break from it, so I left the room and went into a kitchen and asked my dad about the story (I really liked it and wanted to know more about it). He told me it was a fairly old story narrated by some congressman (I remembered his name this morning, I don't think he is a real person, but I have since forgotten it, so I'll never know for sure).
Then I switched over to another interesting dream.
I was at Bethel college (it was a much bigger campus in this dream with many more students), sitting in a lobby studying. I was having a tough time concentrating, for a girls' softball meeting was taking place at the same time. There were a bunch of strong guys there as well, watching the softball meeting, talking about their respective girlfriends.
I decided to pay attention to what was going on. I saw the head coach walk up to the front of the lobby. She pressed a button on a remote that was in her left hand (she had a mic in her right), and a crappy slideshow of the girls' softball season began to play. When it was over, the coach began to give out typical sports' awards (MVP, Most Improved, Hustle Award, ect.). I left the building before it was all over.
As I did so, I saw a package lying in the snow right outside the lobby. I walked over to it, picked it up, and was shocked at what I found inside. There was a bag of pills labeled "cocaine pills," an enveloped that read "dirty pictures of the CFO of Bethel College," and a note that read "to Stephanie." I knew that Stephanie was one of the softball players (she had dark black hair and very dark skin from too much tanning) (by the way, I don't really know this person; she was just in my head), and I decided to report this to the vice president, Dr. Dennis Engbrecht.
I began to head over to the academic building at Bethel, and on the way, I ran into my brother Matt Baughman. I told him about what I had found, and he joined me as I went to report it.
We walked into a building on campus (one that doesn't exist in real life) and, as we did so, noticed that Stephanie and another softball player (a 6'-5" beast with long blonde hair and a mean look on her face) were catching up to us.
Matt and I began to run up the stairs, all the way to the top. We discovered that the offices there were closed for the day, so we were forced to turn around, but blocking are path were Stephanie and her body guard. They were trying to tell us to give them the package. They were actually being nice about it, which surprised me, but we refused to submit to them. Then Matt kicked the tall girl in the stomach, and I shoved Stephanie aside, and we both rushed down the stairs, out the door, and over to the admissions building.
It was filled with a crowd of people, so we had to shove our way to the front so that we could speak to Dennis. When we presented what we had to him, he looked disappointed in us. He then walked with us back to the front door of the building and showed us a woman, whom he introduced as Stephanie's mom. He went on to tell us that she was mentally unstable and that she often would leave incriminating evidence on campus, trying to get her daughter kicked out of the college because she thought that would allow them to spend more time together.
Dennis then showed us the pills and pointed out that they were merely tylenol, not cocaine. He then opened the enveloped which supposedly contained dirty pictures of the CFO. There was nothing in there except a few plank pieces of paper. He asked us how we could have been fooled by such things, and we didn't have an answer for him.
There I parted with Matt and headed for my friend Kevin Chupp's dorm on campus (it's more like an apartment, I guess). On my way there, I noticed that a huge cult battle had begun, and people with huge snow plows were plowing great amounts of snow in front of other people's dorms, preventing them from getting out and getting food (this was a serious battle, not a game). I then saw that Kevin's place had been blocked off. I was very worried about him, so I tried thinking of some way I could help him.
Then I saw a powerful-looking four-wheeler (it resembled a tank) that had a snow plow on it. I hopped on and drove off, avoiding the rocks that the owners were throwing at me.
I diverted my path so that the owners wouldn't realize where I was going. When they were no longer on my tail, I drove over to Kevin's place and removed all the snow from in front of it. Then I thought to call him to see if he was alright. As it turns out, his dorm was emptied before the battle began, and he was sitting with my brother Mike Baughman in his dorm room in Oakwood (the Freshmen dorm at Bethel). I asked him if he wanted to go see a movie. He said he was busy at the moment, but he might be free later. Then he asked when I wanted to see it. I said, "Now."
Then I awoke. What night of dreams!
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