Dream #388 (May 6, 2011)

This was wacky.

My family and I were participating in a community-wide scavenger hunt, which began at Oregon-Davis Jr/Sr High School. By the way, my family in the dream was not my family from real life. This mother had black hair and resembled the mother of a friend of mine from early elementary school, and the father was slimmer and shorter than my real father. I had a younger sister and brother in the dream, and they both were brats.

Our family got together in the gymnasium of the high school to discuss our plans for the hunt. My dad mapped out a route, with a little input from my mom, then we ran outside and hopped in our old van and took off.

As we were driving down a busy road nearing a great bridge that ran over a wide and deep river, we were suddenly hit by horrible traffic. We were stopped for quite some time.

After sitting in the van, doing nothing, for several minutes, a bunch of Chinese men in uniform overtook our van by force. The soldiers sat with us while one of them took over the driver's seat.

Because of their military position, they were somehow able to bypass the traffic and take us to their headquarters. Each of us were pulled out of the van and interrogated, in Chinese. None of my family knew what was going on or why we had been taken over.

Thankfully, the Chinese returned our vehicle to us and we were able to return to Oregon-Davis in peace.

When we got back, we walked into the gym and watched the awards ceremony, where various groups were given recognition and prizes for their scavenger hunt achievements.

Then I awoke.

Dream #387 (May 5, 2011)

Another high school dream.

I dreamt that I was living in a house with a couple of my former Oregon-Davis High School classmates, Nathan Ferch and Brandon Johnston. The mailman delivered a letter to our home, and Nathan opened it up with his letter opener. He read a message from the government informing us that Oregon-Davis had a flawed educational system when we were students, and, in order for our degrees to be legitimate, we had to take another semester's worth of high school classes (sounds like a dumb comedy movie).

That day was the first day of classes, so the three of us got ready for school and walked out to Nathan's van (he doesn't have a van in real life) and left for school. There was about two feet of snow on the ground, and it was very chilly outside.

We took our time getting to school and finding our classrooms, for none of us were too enthusiastic about starting up school again. When we walked into our first class, we saw many other of our former classmates who had to return: Adam Pflugshaupt, Justin Egger, Austen Corneil, Alik Hall, and Michael Kaser. Some other O-D students were there, including Morgan Ferch (Nathan's younger sister who still attends O-D), Kelsey Minix, and Andrew Hesters.

Teaching the class, which was Earth/Space Science, was Mrs. Awald. I knew the class would be too easy and that I would learn nothing, so I had a very bad attitude when she started lecturing on simple mathematics. I sighed quite often and quite loudly, which earned me several furious glances from Mrs. Awald. I finally made her crack, and she screamed at me and told me to go to the office.

When I got to the office, I tried to find somebody who could help me enroll in a more interesting class. However, the place was insanely busy. It resembled an old telephone operator station, with wires running everywhere and ladies receiving and connecting calls at an amazing rate. I decided to sit in the corner of the room and wait until somebody helped me.

Then I awoke.

Dream #386 (May 4, 2011)

This will be short, for I don't remember anything except for one scene.

I was driving in an old red car in pouring down rain. Kevin Chupp was in the passenger seat sweating. He was nervous because I was driving poorly. Escalating his fears, I received a text message and began to reply (I don't typically text and drive). As I was punching numbers, I ran a red light. When I realized what I had done, I slammed on the brakes, causing the car to skid and spin out.

I awoke soon afterward, I believe, though I could be mistaken.

Dream #385 (May 3, 2011)

The second dream was nuts (and felt very real).

The first part took place in my grandfather's basement. I was with my mother, and she was playing Super Mario Bros. As she entered into a little bonus tube, I entered into the world of Mario and joined him as he hopped up to the top of the screen, slamming his head into floating boxes to retrieve coins.

Then I switched over to another dream.

I was superhuman. I looked a bit like Batman, but was much taller and more muscular. In fact, I had the ability to change my height at will.

I was standing in a line at an amusement park, waiting to go through a haunted maze. After a fairly long wait, it was finally my turn to enter. The maze was dark, and I could barely see where I was going. Suddenly, a portal opened up in front of me, and Storm and Toad (from the X-Men comics), entered into my reality through it. Storm informed me that they had come to destroy me on the 7th of May and they would do their best to weaken the next few days so that I could be killed at the appointed time. I asked why they were going to kill me, and Storm informed me that I was a great hero to many people. Apparently both Storm and Toad were villains in this dream.

Then they both attacked me, using their special mutant powers to fight. However, I had some powers of my own. I opened my mouth and let out a scream. As I did so, bats flew out from my throat and blinded my enemies, giving me time to escape the dark maze. Before I left, I gave Toad a blow to the head so that he wouldn't follow me.

I escaped into what resembled the carpeted gym at California Road Missionary Church I remember from my childhood. There I told some of my friends about the death threat. Then Joanna Suter walked out from behind a line of clothes that were hanging there to try. She was wearing a strange black and red robe, similar to that of Dracula. She wasn't a vampire, but, rather, some sort of sorceress. She informed me that I could hide out with her relatives, who were a group of nomadic herdsmen.

I journeyed with her to a vast open area where only grass and hills and sky could be seen. After climbing one of the taller hills, I looked down into the valley, where hundreds of tents (which matched Joanna's red and black dress) were hidden by the surrounding hills. It was a perfect place for me to camp out until May 7th passed. I looked up and saw a great castle off in the distance and wondered what kingdom it belonged to.

I met Joanna's uncle, who was a human version of Pa Grape from Veggie Tales. He showed me into his little tent. The interior resembled my grandfather's basement (strange, huh?). The guy even had the same slide projector and screen as my grandfather. Joanna and I watched a few of her uncle's slides before bed. When we grew tired, Joanna left the tent, and I curled up beside the couch (I don't know why I didn't sleep on the couch) and fell asleep.

I was awakened by a shrill screech, and I realized that, in my sleep, I had made a terrible mistake. Sometime in the night, I had made myself grow twenty feet tall, which knocked down the tent and exposed me to the night sky. A phoenix had discovered me (apparently the fiery bird was also trying to kill me) and was calling out for others like it to help slay me.

I reacted quickly. I jumped to my feet then plucked the bird out of the sky with my right hand and threw it to the ground, burning my hand on its fiery feathers in the process. I shrunk back down to a more reasonable size and ran to Joanna's uncle to ask what I should do.

When I found him, he was wearing a robe of gold, and all the tents had been changed to the same gold color overnight. He told me they were no longer herding sheep. Instead, they were herding bull. Just then, dozens of bulls ran into the tent in which I had slept.

I decided to return to the carpeted gymnasium.

When I got back, Clayface (a villain from Batman) was there waiting for me. He turned himself into a ball of solid clay and rolled at me. Instead of trying to dodge him, I folded myself up into a ball and rolled at him. We slammed into each other, but because he was hardened clay at the time and I was solid muscle, he shattered and I remained relatively unharmed. Unfortunately, the pieces of Clayface were able to group back together. This guy was going to be tough to beat.

We began to box, each delivering painful blows to each other, but nobody winning the fight. Finally, I leaped off of a nearby wall and ran my shoulder through Clayface's chest. I shattered him yet again. This time, however, I began rubbing the various pieces of him into the carpet so that he would harden even more and become crumbly. I then started punching these crumbly pieces as hard as I could, smearing the pieces of him all over the place. Finally, life left the clay and I had won.

I walked back over to the line of drying clothes and hid there as I caught my breath.

Then I awoke.

Dream #384 (May 2, 2011)

Another college dream.

I dreamt that I was taking film classes again. The building where I sat and listened to a lecture delivered by a middle-aged woman, was dimly lit and consisted mainly of colors near middle gray. The woman used a chalk board, and all the students, including myself, were taking notes in notebooks (I still use notebooks, though most students have converted to laptops).

After the lecture was completed (I believe it was all about Sergei Eisenstein's teachings on color), all the students rushed down the several flights of stairs (located directly in the center of the building) to the exit.

When I left the building, I hopped in the back of a blue truck that drove to Doug Miller's house in the woods (Doug was a former professor of mine). There was a great bonfire burning in his backyard, and several film students were there celebrating something. I walked over to a circle of people who were discussing something that interested me (I don't now remember the subject of conversation). Michael Kaser (who didn't go to film school) was leading the conversation, and Caitlin Geeslin, Nathan Galvez, and Jordan Miller (all former film school classmates) were listening to what he had to say.

When I tried to enter the circle, I could not, for nobody would allow me to do so.

I believe that is the moment when I awoke. I'm having a flashback of a former dream right now, and I can't remember if it is one I had long ago, or if it is one I had last night. I shall search through the archives (though searching for this dream may be difficult).

Dream #383 (May 1, 2011)

I'm sorry for being a bit delayed and brief with my dream descriptions. I'm laking motivation. I feel like I'm on an island, occupied only by myself, where everything I create and pour my effort into is viewed and appreciated only by me.

All I remember about this dream is that I was outside a long line of storage units. It was dark, and I stood and stared at them for a long time.

Eventually a group of people came and formed a circle about me.

I switched to a different dream in which I was in the back lot of Koontz Lake Missionary Church playing the blues on my father's acoustic guitar. Teenagers were running about, trashing the area, tearing down walls, throwing sticks at the garage, busting up picnic tables, and more, all as I sat and played. Later on, Brent Thomas walked up to me and told me how surprised he was at my abilities.

Then I awoke.

Dream #382 (April 30, 2011)

A little recollection from this date.

I dreamt that I was in a dungeon. I was directing a children's camp there with Tim and Sue Matteson.

I chased the kids around the damp stone corridors, the torture devices, and the stoves, having fun all the while. Nobody seemed to pay attention to the setting.

At one point, one child cried out that the big red ball had been lost, so I spent a long time searching for it. We found nothing.

Finally, Tim Matteson returned to the dungeon (he had gone to buy groceries), and I asked him if he could locate the ball. He found it in less than a minute.

Then I awoke.