Dream #68 (September 28, 2009)

Don't ask me.

This dream started in an old trailer in the middle of hillbilly country. The atmosphere was dusty and brown, and the housing structures seemed very unstable. I was inside one of the trailers with a band of rascals. We were some sort of organization or force. The only member I knew in 'the force' was Jordan Miller.

As we sat together and dined on miniature sandwiches, a villain entered (I just knew he was a villain by looking at him) and showed us a powerpoint about how he was going to destroy us. Then he jumped through a portal. Without thinking, all of us (the force) followed him.

We were in the future. We each had a different colored motorcycle (mine was green), and we were riding in a city that seemed to be completely made of roads. There were layers upon layers of bridges, highways, entrances, and exits. The design was quite complex.

We were riding at full speed when another gang, that was also moving via motorcycles, approached us and began knocking us off of our transportation. After each of us had fallen off, each of the gang members simultaneously jumped of of their motorcycle and walked toward one of my groups members. Then an epic battle ensued. There were sword fights going on, as well as fist fights, wrestling, and gun fights. As for me, I was going crazy, with insane jump kicks, swinging off of poles, leaping high and far without effort.

When the battle was over, each member of 'the force' had conquered the opposing gang members. There was a woman from the gang who was nearly dead, and as she struggled to stand up, Jordan opened her arms to her, offering her a hug (she even said, "Come here, girl"). Then, unexpectedly, the woman pulled out a shiv (which I believe was a green #2 pencil) and stabbed Jordan in the neck. That woman was instantly shot down by another member of 'the force.' Blood was squirting out of Jordan's neck, yet her cheerful disposition did not leave her. She was still bouncing around and asking how the other members of the group were doing while, at the same time, trying to hold her blood in her body.

Then I awoke.

Dream #67 (September 27, 2009)

This is odd.

In this dream, Doug Miller was teaching a class in the middle of the night on a moonlit mountain. That, however, was not the most interesting aspect of this dream, for the subject of the class was human bowling. At the beginning of the class, Doug explained the unappreciated art of human bowling, and why it is aesthetically important. Then he demonstrated proper form.

Finally, after what seemed like long hours of explanation, the 'hands on' part of the class arrived. We actually got to put what we learned into practice. After seeing many people disappear off the edge of the cliff as they dove down the rocks towards the big bowling pins at the bottom, my turn finally came. I dove, penguin style, at lightning speed. STRIKE.

Then we moved into a cave to get the feel of a different human bowling environment. Instead of going individually, we went as partners. My partner for this task was B.J. Woods, a kid that I knew in elementary school that later became what the 'nerds' liked to call a 'druggy.' Because he was high at the time, our performance was poor. In fact, we did so poorly that we slid completely off coarse into a crack, causing us top get stuck.

I struggled hard to get out, but I couldn't. B.J. was not helping in the situation, for he was just laying there cracking perverse jokes without putting forth even the slightest of efforts. Then Doug came over and looked down at me, shaking his head.

Then I awoke.

Dream #66 (September 26, 2009)

Sorry for the delay.

This dream was particularly pleasing to me. First of all, I was a cast member, along with my mother and father, on Larry David's Curb Your Enthusiasm. Secondly, Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel were both special guests on the episode that was being shot during my dream. It was a dream come true (or maybe it was just a dream).

Early on in the dream, Art got his shots done, so he left (he walked home on a long dirt path). Then came Paul Simon's part. He did an excellent job acting (which surprised me). When he was done, I wanted to talked to him (how often does one find an opportunity to converse with Paul Simon?). Unfortunately I was struggling due to a fear of being seen by Paul as just another dumb fan. Right when I built up the courage to talk to him, my parents walked into the front door of what was supposed to by Larry's house in the show (which, in my dream, was much less extravagant than his previous houses; it was more like a trailer).

To make matters worse, my mom came up and hugged Paul. It was kind of awkward. I tried to whisper to my mother that he probably did not want to have physical contact with a stranger, but she did not seem to get the message.

Then Larry David walked in. It was time for my interaction with him on the show. This tuned out to be a lot of fun. Larry and I were able to feed off of each other's improvisation, and we got the shot on the first take with complete satisfaction. To my excitement, Paul had stayed to watch my performance, giving me a chance to finally talk to him.

We talked about generic subjects at first, and eventually I built up the courage to ask him if he was going to make a new album. He said that he was not sure, so I asked him if he was still writing. "Of coarse," he replied with his typical half smile.

During the entire conversation, I was dying inside. I desperately wanted his autograph, but I did not want to humiliate myself by asking for it. Finally, right before Paul left, I asked him. Without giving it a second thought, he whipped out his book of lyrics, signed it, handed it to me, and left. I was pleased.

Then I awoke.

Dream #65 (September 25, 2009)

This is another dream I had on September 25th.


I was one of a band of three orphans. My two amigos were a young girl and another boy of about 20 years of age, and apparently we were close. In the beginning of the dream we were hanging out at a skateboard park in the middle of the night running around on all of the ramps. After a very long time of this, a cop came and took the youngest girl away without question.

Apparently used to this tradition, the other boy and I walked over to the police station (passing a bunch of abandoned stores on the way) to plead with the officer to let the girl go. We entered the police office, which was furnished and carpeted more like a living room than a jail cell, and begged with the jail keeper to allow the girl to be released. We were successful after bribing him with a loaf of freshly baked bread.

When we left, we explored many amazing buildings and city structures by climbing them, entering them, and running on them. Eventually we discovered a large outdoor banquet that happened to be carrying on through the night. In the middle of the banquet ran a man-made stream, and in the center of the banquet stood a large pile of barrels. At the top of the barrels stood a man (the barrels were stacked close to forty feet high). The man jumped, seemingly to his death.

Everyone thought that the man was a goner. After some interviewing and listening into other people's conversations, my amigos and I discovered that the man had recently robbed a bank and was trying to escape. I then became suspicious, so I climbed to the top of the barrel tower to see if he could have escape by a route alternate to death. Sure enough, I found a barrel that slid down into a secret tunnel running underneath the stream of water.


Then I awoke.

Dream #64 (September 25, 2009)

I had two dream on September 25, so I split them up. Also, unfortunately, I forgot my dream the night before, even though I went through the entire thing in my head as I ate breakfast. I would like to think that the missing dream (Dream #63.5) is the door into my subconscious that would solve all riddles about the human brain.


Anyways, this dream began in a laboratory, which, of corse, was filled with typical laboritory equipment that one would find in a lab in a cartoon, such as beakers, winding tubes, green and bubbling liquids, twirly bottles (I made that up), and transparent drawing boards.

Nathan Galvez, Lauren De la Calzada, and I were all a part of a number of experiments that attempted to create different foods that would taste good, yet remain gluton-free. The experiments were going very well, until, to the surprise of all the scientists in the room, a creature, that was some sort of mix between a cocroach, a scorpion, and a dragon fly and was over a foot long, flew into the room and began to terrorize everyone.

Filled with bravery and a thrist for adventure, Nathan and I immediately began to chase this orange, ugly creature so that the experiments could continue (it was all for De la). After chasing the insect mash-up around all the lab equipment for quite some time (knocking many things over in the process, sometimes seeming intentionally), we chased it into a hallway that strangely resembled the hallway of my grandfather's house. Then the bug took a quick turn into a bedroom, followed by Nathan and I.

We managed to scare the insect into a corner of the room; however it was the corner where the ceiling meets the wall, which we could not reach. Therefore we did the next logical thing; we grabbed the sheet off the bed, and with much teamwork, we tried to capture the creature in our sheet. We elegance and futility we chased the bug around the room for several minutes; though it looked as beautiful as a inticritely choreographed dance, it did not result in the demise of the bug. Finally, after much lofting of the white linnen, we managed to roll up the bug and trap it.

After we caught it, we through it on the floor, and I proceeded to kick it in the head several times in an attempt to knock it out without killing. However, I failed to disempower the bug, so we left it trapped in the sheet and we returned to work.

When we returned to the lab, a new formula was ready to be tested. This new concoction was to be injected via pointy needle into the left arm of De la. To my dismay, I was called upon to initiate this injection. I do not do so well with needles, so I struggled to fulfill my task. After several embarrasing failed attmepts, though I did once touch the needle to her arm ever so slightly, I dropped the needle and gave up. Baffled by my weakness, and showing no sign of any thought, Nathan picked up the needle I had dropped and mercilessly jabbed it into De la's arm.


Then I awoke.

Dream # 63 (September 23, 2009)

This could be humorous if you know the participants in this dream.


When I first entered the dream, I found myself at Professor Keuthan's house. He was planning to move, so he had several students there packing up his stuff. My job was to pack up all of his dress clothes. After I searched the small house for the clothes I finally discovered them in a closet in his living room. Knowing that everything had to be packed tightly, I began to fold his dress shirts into a nice compact cube.

This action did not seem to please Keuthan, for he ran at me screaming for me to not crease his nice shirts. Therefore I proceeded to drop all of his clothes and leave the house.

When I went outside I found that the moving vehicle was nothing but a small car and that this car was driven by my brother, who was with his wife. I went up to his window and asked him to where he was hauling Keuthan's stuff, and he told me they were headed to Utah. I decided to help the professor again because my brother was helping him. Somehow the other students and I managed to cram all of Keuthan's belongings into the small trunk of the small car.

Suddenly I found myself in the middle of a store. As I stood in the toy section, I witnessed a small boy being chased by toy airplanes and helicopters. After several minutes of this entertainment, I found myself further removed from the situation; I discovered that I was on a film set.

After the take was over and as the camera and lighting team were setting up for a new shot, I sat down on a ledge outside the studio. Then I saw Caitlin and a couple other girls I do not know well enter the studio, not even stopping to say 'hello.'

Then I found myself inside of a small car. I was in the backseat with three other people, and I was one of the two people in the middle. On my left was a weird guy and on my right sat a strange girl. I was so uncomfortable. What made it worse was when the girl next to me tried to stand up while we were still on the road. I wanted badly to escape.


I did escape when I awoke shortly after.

Dream #62 (September 22, 2009)

I am posting this dream from the Regent University computer lab. This is because my iMac had passed away, leaving me with nothing but an unusable hard drive filled with my once recognizable life. Anyways...


Last night's dream was not dreadfully exciting, but it was nonetheless interesting.


I was sharing a room in an apartment with Greg Beck, Josh Shook, and some other huge guy that I did not even know in my dream. When I say one room, I mean one room. We didn't even have bed. So, to start out the dream, my roommates and I were all sleeping on the floor with no blankets.

For one reason or another, there was a toy robot in the room, and it happened to be near my head. In the middle of the night, while I was trying to sleep, the robot kept extending its arms (the robot was about two feet tall), and it would spin around in circles, all the while making an annoying buzzing sound. Apparently this bothered nobody else but myself, so I was forced to put up with it.

After several minutes of trying to sleep, the huge guy I did not know suddenly leaped to his feet and screamed at the top of his lungs, not surprisingly waking Josh and Greg from their slumber. He then turned on the lights and stormed out of the room. Because Josh and Greg wanted to see what was up with that crazy guy, they followed him.

I was left alone with the robot.

Because I was a little intimidated by this 'toy,' I decided to take a trip to the bathroom to get my mind off of the situation. However, when I reached the toilet, I discovered that it was covered with urine, and it reeked to high heaven. Therefore I returned to the room, unrelieved.

When I got back, the robot was sitting there waiting for me. I was slightly creeped out by this thing, so I slept as far away from it as possible. However, every time I shut my eyelids, I heard it moving, but when I opened my eyes it would stop. The robot continued to do this until it was right up on me.

When I realized that the robot was upon me, my eyes widened in terror. Suddenly the robot let out a high pitched beep and spun faster than I had ever seen it spun. Seconds later, to my surprise, I shot up and out of the room, leaving a small hole in the roof.


Then I awoke.