Oh.
I began the dream driving a black car late at night. I was listening to The National as I pulled up to Kyle Heffelfinger's house. He came and sat in the passenger seat, then I proceeded to pick up Andrew DeSelm and Tim Johnson (they were living together in my dream).
We had a nice, chatty ride over to an enormous warehouse with a ceiling that must have been over one hundred feet high. Tim then began to direct us in setting up a stage with lighting, microphones, amps, etc. We worked efficiently.
After we were about 75% finished, a group of high school hooligans broke into the building and demanded that we give them all of our equipment. We refused, and were suddenly joined by a bunch of middle-aged dudes in Tae Kwon Do uniforms. They took care of the problem with ease.
I decided I needed to go for a ride after that, so I left the warehouse and got into my Buick LeSabre (the black car I drove to the warehouse had transformed into it at some point in my dream). I drove down by the ocean front and looked out at all the different shops/attractions. Every once in a while I was able to catch a glimpse of the actual beach, which was gorgeous (it was still nighttime by the way).
I was attracted to a mini-golf joint about a mile down the road, and I pulled into a drive-through/parking area. There I saw Melissa Moyer and Erin Steele (two people I know from Prairie Camp) playing a round of putt-putt. There were several other Bethel College students there that I recognize but don't actually know. It looked pretty crowded, and I'm not too fond of putting for an audience, so I decided to leave. I pulled out and drove down the road a ways.
I head a frightening giggle come from my back seat. I turned around and realized that 3 young sisters (ages ranging from 5-13) had snuck into my car whilst I was watching the putt-putters. I began to freak out, because if the parents were to see their girls with a bearded stranger such as myself, they would most likely freak out; I feared I would get arrested or something. I quickly did a u-turn and drove back to the putt-putt place (what is the difference between putt-putt and mini-golf?). Somehow in a few minutes the place had closed for the night and everybody was gone.
I drove around, telling the girls to point out their parents if they saw them. We had no success for what felt like hours.
The girls were getting very tired and needed to find a place to sleep, so I took them down to the beach. They were cold, so I buried them all in sand until they were comfortable (trust me; I wouldn't do this in real life). Then I began to pace about, trying to figure out what to do with these sisters. I walked down the beach a short ways and again ran into Melissa. She was building a sand castle by herself (I assumed Erin was probably somewhere nearby). I was about to ask her if she would help watch the kids so that if anyone were to find them, they wouldn't assume the worst.
But I awoke, thanks to Kody Heffelfinger.
I fell asleep again and had a quick dream that I was at a huge party at a fairly small house in the middle of the day. I didn't know anybody there, and for some reason almost all of the guests were elementary school teachers from various schools in Indiana and Michigan. I walked about eating my hotdog, trying to find somebody to talk to, but I had no luck for most of the dream. After a while I did find an elderly gentleman who talked to me briefly, but he then tried to sell me insurance.
Then I awoke.
Saturday, September 6, 2014
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Dream #526 (August 2, 2014) David Bowie and Edible Action Figures
It happened last night.
I dreamt that I had traveled across the country to work as a videographer at some big conference. I brought my luggage (a large black duffle bag and a backpack) to the house at which I was assigned to stay. I had been given a key, so I let myself in and set up my sleeping bag on one of the beds in the bedroom.
The house was modestly sized and had a consistent turquoise and white color scheme. The bedroom had two single beds connected to opposite walls. The kitchen was tiny, and the living room had a floor-to-ceiling window that looked out over some sort of Tron-esque game (I paid little attention to it).
After exploring the house a bit, I walked over to a large chalkboard in the living room and began writing poetry. I was soon interrupted by the arrival of my roommate, David Bowie.
He instantly began talking to me about music and lyrics, and insisted that we sing his songs together. I was rather intimidated by him (though I was equally weirded out by him), but he was persistent and persuasive. We began singing songs off of his album Hunky Dory and I was nervous the entire time, though David seemed to be enjoying himself. While we sang, he cooked up some eggs and made some cookies for us to enjoy.
Eventually I had to leave the house and head to the convention center. There I met with Seth Bartlette and he told me about a time when I traded my videographer services for assault weapons, and I was embarrassed by that story because I am not a fan of assault weapons whatsoever. Then Seth instructed me to create a large, "artistic" display on a white board. I found a bunch of edible action figures sitting in a nearby basket, so I used those and created a sort of scene out of them. I used dry erase markers to add to the decor. As I was finishing, guests began to gather about the board, not to admire my work but to eat the action figures.
I quickly grew frustrated, so I walked out of the convention center into my real life neighbor's backyard. There was an enormous basketball contraption set up on the basketball court in the yard. I walked over to it and tried to figure out its function(s) but had no success. Morgan (my neighbor) walked out and waved at me. I asked her what the contraption was and she didn't respond, instead choosing to walk back inside.
I stood there in the dark for a long time, thinking about David Bowie, the convention, the edible action figures, and the basketball contraption. I then realized that I was standing next to a large level, so I pulled it. Suddenly, the basketball contraption lit up and various parts of it began to spin, whirl, tilt, bounce, and animate. It was quite a spectacle.
Then I awoke.
I dreamt that I had traveled across the country to work as a videographer at some big conference. I brought my luggage (a large black duffle bag and a backpack) to the house at which I was assigned to stay. I had been given a key, so I let myself in and set up my sleeping bag on one of the beds in the bedroom.
The house was modestly sized and had a consistent turquoise and white color scheme. The bedroom had two single beds connected to opposite walls. The kitchen was tiny, and the living room had a floor-to-ceiling window that looked out over some sort of Tron-esque game (I paid little attention to it).
After exploring the house a bit, I walked over to a large chalkboard in the living room and began writing poetry. I was soon interrupted by the arrival of my roommate, David Bowie.
He instantly began talking to me about music and lyrics, and insisted that we sing his songs together. I was rather intimidated by him (though I was equally weirded out by him), but he was persistent and persuasive. We began singing songs off of his album Hunky Dory and I was nervous the entire time, though David seemed to be enjoying himself. While we sang, he cooked up some eggs and made some cookies for us to enjoy.
Eventually I had to leave the house and head to the convention center. There I met with Seth Bartlette and he told me about a time when I traded my videographer services for assault weapons, and I was embarrassed by that story because I am not a fan of assault weapons whatsoever. Then Seth instructed me to create a large, "artistic" display on a white board. I found a bunch of edible action figures sitting in a nearby basket, so I used those and created a sort of scene out of them. I used dry erase markers to add to the decor. As I was finishing, guests began to gather about the board, not to admire my work but to eat the action figures.
I quickly grew frustrated, so I walked out of the convention center into my real life neighbor's backyard. There was an enormous basketball contraption set up on the basketball court in the yard. I walked over to it and tried to figure out its function(s) but had no success. Morgan (my neighbor) walked out and waved at me. I asked her what the contraption was and she didn't respond, instead choosing to walk back inside.
I stood there in the dark for a long time, thinking about David Bowie, the convention, the edible action figures, and the basketball contraption. I then realized that I was standing next to a large level, so I pulled it. Suddenly, the basketball contraption lit up and various parts of it began to spin, whirl, tilt, bounce, and animate. It was quite a spectacle.
Then I awoke.
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