Dream #143 (March 7, 2010)

Today is my little brother's birthday.

Last night's dream made me feel miserable, but it was very interesting. At the very beginning of the dream, I was walking around a beautiful sunny beach at a corporate party of sorts. There were about thirty people there, but I had wandered about a mile away from everyone else. Next thing I knew, somebody chopped the back of my neck with a hatchet.

I hit the ground, blood flowing strongly from my neck, and I was sure I was going to die. My attacker must have thought the same thing, for she (she was a middle-aged blond woman; I too was middle-aged in my dream) snuck away as my eyes followed her feet quickly fleeing the scene. I then blacked out.

When I was revived, I was able to stand up and walk around. The muscles on my neck were visible to anyone who would dare look on upon my grotesque wound. I staggered back over to where the party was, but everyone had already went home, leaving me there alone. I desperately wanted to go to the hospital, but I had no vehicle.

By the way, the pain was quite severe, as one would image a deep hatchet wound would cause.

After I wandered for several minutes, I came across a house that looked quite familiar (by this time, the dream had become a mystery; I was the detective). It was large and pastel blue, and it seemed to move with the wind. I entered the house and searched the premises.

After sifting through my memories, I realized that a man had been murdered by a hatchet in the house, a fact I remembered from a newspaper article (cliche). As I searched the place, I found some incriminating pictures of the blond woman whom had previously tried to slay me. Suddenly, I was greeted by the police, and arrested for breaking and entering.

As I was riding in the back seat of the police car, begging to be taken to a hospital, I blacked out again.

When I awoke yet again, I found myself in prison. On the bright side, my parents had come to visit me. My father sat beside me, and I began to weep, claiming that I would surely die as the result of my wound.

This part is interesting. Several thoughts about death ran through my mind, and I realized that I was deeply afraid of it, almost as if it were running at me at full speed with a dangerous weapon. But I felt even more fear than that. I imagined myself no longer existing. To not exist has always been my biggest fear, and I have been lost in thought at the idea for many hours throughout my life. These thoughts all ran through my mind within my dream, and changed me throughout the rest of my dream.

I leaped forward in time about five years. I was running around my yard, still with a large gash in the back of my head. I was thankful to still be alive (I still felt the pain as strong as ever), but I could not get my mind off the fact that I was going to die young.

I again jumped into a different dream. This time, the wound was gone. However, I still felt the pain as strongly as before and, in my dream, thought to myself, "I must have hit my head last night while I was dreaming to have caused such an injury." This shows that I still had a memory of my other dream while not being aware of my unconsciousness.

Anyway, I was in a large, black convention center, and about a hundred people were gathered together for a special giveaway. After some lame prizes and other giveaways, my boss at summer camp, Carrie Badertscher, walked up onto the stage and held up a neon green shirt with the yellow outline of a female country singer on the front. It was hideous, but she was auctioning off a set of twenty of those exact shirts. For some reason, many people, including myself, bid for the shirt package. I even despised the country singer on the shirt (in my dream, for she does not exist in real life). I bid so high that I won the bid and bought the shirts.

I took the large box of them from Carrie, all the while asking myself why I had done such a foolish thing, and answering, "Carrie is dangerously persuasive."

Then I walked into the next room and played a sort of oversized arcade game in which I controlled a ghost that floated through levels in a very two-dimensional way. I broke the score record in the game.

Then I awoke.

Dream #142 (March 6, 2010)

Interesting.

The dream began in a very big and very trippy version of my house. The floors were all slanted, there were no doors or windows anywhere, and the walls met the ceilings and floors at very odd angles.

I was in a small closet, in the middle of the night (I had woken up and I couldn't go back to sleep), and I was listening to an old book on tape by C. S. Lewis. It was actually a book that he wrote, according to my dream, before he was a good author. In fact, the book was so bad that it gave me food poisoning.

I felt very ill, so I staggered out of the closet, trying to refrain from spewing my stomach sauce all over the floor. I had that longing to be healthy that I get when I'm very sick. It's a great appreciation for something I usually take for granted: not feeling pain. I didn't think anything could make me feel better, but then I came across a young woman (who was wearing a white dress shirt with a black vest) who also felt sick to her stomach. I sat beside her, and we began talking about how bad we felt. Interestingly enough, we both felt perfectly healthy after the conversation was over. As I sat there with the woman, Kevin Chupp (my old friend and roommate) walked by and scowled at me, making me feel very uncomfortable. My older brother Matt followed him and gave me the same look. It was then that I realized the woman I was with was a prostitute. For some reason, it didn't really faze me, and I continued to talk to her for several minutes.

Shortly after, I saw my dad approaching, and I wanted him to know how bad that book on tape was. I ran to the closet, picked it up, took it over to his home office, plugged it in, and watched his face it began to twist in agony.

Then I found myself in another dream altogether. I was in the basement of a fun house, and Kevin Chupp and I were a team for a city-wide scavenger hunt. We were searching through several old and creepy toys, trying to find some sort of object. I don't think I actually knew what I was looking for in the dream, but I know I knew I was looking for something.

After sifting through much strange junk, we found an awesome game that distracted us completely from the task we were trying to complete. The game was a strange combination of billiards and pinball. There was a pool table tilted at about a 35 degree angle, and the bumpers were used to knock pool balls into the right holes that would light up at various times. There were also some crazily lit bumpers in the middle, and the whole game had a Super Mario theme.

I played that game for the remainder of the dream, even though Kevin tried to pull me away from the game, as well as the twenty or so people who were lined up behind me, waiting to play the game.

When I awoke, I felt quite refreshed. I liked that game.

Dream #141 (March 5, 2010)

This kind of applies to and feeds from my real life. Sorry about the lengthiness of this description.


In this dream I was searching for a job. I desperately wanted to have some sort of career in film (like in real life), so I decided to move back to Virginia and look for one (a move I probably will not make in real life). In the beginning of the dream, I argued my point to my father, who, for reasons unknown, wanted to keep me in the house (most likely not true in life).

After a little persuasion, I was granted my father's blessing as I left. And I took my little brother with me.

The process of getting through the airport security was very easy; we bored the plane, flew to Virginia, and left the airport in a matter of minutes.

When we reached the city (we were then traveling by foot), it was past midnight, and there was no sign of life anywhere. Nonetheless, I decided to try to find a place to work and a place to live. So, my brother (Mike) and I split up so that we could double the ground we covered. As I searched, I passed by many production companies and other places that I thought would be great places to be employed. I made mental notes of those establishments and proceeded to find a place to live.

I wandered through empty streets. At one point I came across a street light that was changing from red to green to yellow in random and quick patters. I had to sprint across the street in order not to jay walk. After getting past that obstacle, I found a long road of mansions. I figured that I wouldn't be able to afford any of those places, but I continued down that road anyway.

It paid off, for I discovered a huge old-school wooden mansion that was acting as an apartment building. Even though I guessed that nobody would be manning the front desk at such an hour, I entered the place anyway. There I found a young military man sitting on a bench filling out paperwork, and a middle-aged woman at the desk, looking quite busy.

I approached the woman and asked if there were any vacancies, and she informed me that every room was open, but they (the apartment owners) were very picky about who they let live there. She also told me that I had to fill out a load of paperwork and meet with a representative of the apartment to qualify. That was a lot to ask for a place so trashy.

She handed me the paperwork (my little brother, by the way, completely dropped out of the dream for a while). I quickly filled out the 6-inch thick stack of paper. When I was finished, the woman gave me a number to call, so I called it. The woman on the other end of the line told me to wait at the front of the building for a man in a nice baby blue car to pick me up. I did exactly as I was told, and the the man visited picked me up just moments later. The man who picked me up was actually an actor from the show Psych (Lassider is his character's name, I believe).

We drove around town for a bit, entertaining ourselves with small talk (by this time, the sun had come up). He asked me why I moved, and I asked him some questions about the area. Eventually we got on the subject of schools, so he decided to show me a "promising college" that he was very fond of. In the dream I had forgotten that I had already graduated, so I went with him.

He took me to a gnarly looking campus. All of the buildings were made of brick, but looked as if they had been unkempt for over a decade. There were vines and weeds all over them, and several of them had large holes in their sides. I didn't notice any electricity running through any of the buildings, but I may not have noticed due to the fact that most of my attention was devoted to choosing where to step so as not to place my foot on one of the many shards of metal lying in the tall grass and weeds. To make things more interesting, I noticed several slaves breaking rocks that were to be used for gravel on the path that did not yet exist. Despite all of this, the man that was guiding me around the campus was still proud of the college, as if it were a child of his.

After looking at his proud face, I looked up to the sky and noticed a giant billboard for Burger King.


Then I awoke.

Dream #140 (March 4, 2010)

A three part dream.

The first section of my dream began with me alone on the doorstep of a moderately fancy one-story house. After I waited there for a minute or so, Caitlin Geeslin answered the door (which was a beautiful stained-glass door, which I have never before seen). She invited me to come in, but I could not really hear what she was saying to me because I was listening to my iPod.

When I walked into her house, which was lit only by a few candles, I took the earbuds out of my head and began socializing with Caitlin and with Morgan Lewis, who was walking around the house eating a pumpkin pie straight from the pan. We all sat down at the kitchen table, and Caitlin pulled out a blueprint from under her chair and began explaining a plan of hers to do something. I didn't really pay attention.

Suddenly I heard some loud noises coming from outside. When I looked out the window, I saw several people dressed in black darting across the yard. I immediately jumped through the window.

I was then in a completely different dream.

I regret to inform you that I have forgotten the next two portions of my dream. Interestingly enough, I remembered them all this morning. Furthermore, I remembered them all as I was writing the first paragraph of this dream. That goes to show how delicate the mind is. If I ever remember the rest of last night's adventures, I will replace this paragraph with them.

I lied. I will not replace the last paragraph, even though I did remember the dream right before I fell asleep.

After crashing through the window, I found myself at a beach house. It was the only building visible, and it rested on a beautiful beach that was then facing the setting sun.

Then I found myself in yet another dream. I was in a college English class that was being taught by Professor David Garcia, who taught the editing classes I took at film school. During this particular class period, I turned in an eight page paper half a semester early. Because I turned it in so early, Professor Garcia decided to make me do another eight-page paper. I was infuriated. For some reason, in my dream, I thought that eight pages was long, though its really not all that bad.


Then I awoke.

Dream #139 (March 3, 2010)

What?

First of all, in my dream I was Hispanic. Second of all, I was living in World War II Germany, and instead of the Jews being threatened, the Hispanic people were being threatened, persecuted, and executed by the Germans.

My parter, who was an American, and I were wandering about a dark forest that surrounded a German military base. Our plan was to infiltrate the base and gather information regarding the German's next location of attack. We had an interesting plan, which will unfold as I tell it to you (though I had foreknowledge of my plan in the dream).

Right after we snuck all the way through the woods without being detected, we allowed ourselves to get caught and be taken in by a skinny, goofy-looking German kid who couldn't have been more than 16 (I was much older in my dream, which is why I referred to a 16-year-old as a kid). He proceeded to take us into the base, shackling us inside of a barbed wire fence that surrounded a small area that resembled a chicken coop.

We were not distressed, however, for we knew that we would be shackled, and we knew that they would have to use large shackles on our bodies, for we had, with the use of prosthetics and make-up, given ourselves much fatter legs, ankles, and wrists. Once the guard left us to get his superiors, we, with our teeth, ripped off the fake flub and slipped right out of our chains.

Next, my partner launched me over the chicken wire, which allowed me to get a nearby rope, which I then used to pull my partner over the fence. We were out, but more importantly, we were in.

We snuck around the base, almost as if we were invisible, checking out various offices, digging through secret papers, and taking notes on everything we discovered. Then my dream lost all of its excitement and order.

I looked into a large greenhouse and found the basketball players from the high school team that I played with holding a practice right there in the middle of my World War II dream. Once my coach saw me, he immediately ordered me to get changed and begin working out with the team (they were conditioning). I did as he told, and for the rest of the dream, I practiced basketball. What a waste.

I finally woke up in the middle of doing high-knees around the greenhouse gym.

Dream #138 (March 2, 2010)

I will keep this dream brief.

I began last night's dream inside of a school. The room I was in was completely white, with no windows or doors. I was on a mission, along with three other people, a ninja, coach Richie (my little brother's basketball coach), and a guy who resembled Art Garfunkel, and we were plotting our way to get around the school, past the guards, and into a certain classroom. I'm still not sure why we wanted to get into that classroom so badly.

The ninja, who was dressed completely in black and carried a thin sword on his cloth belt, was pointing at several locations on a blueprint of the school that was unfolded upon a table in the middle of all of us. Without words he informed us of the guards' positions in the hallways, and he showed us each of our routes that we were to take to the classroom, for there was no way we could all go at once. After I saw my route, I left the room, not staying to hear what the Art Garfunkel look-alike was supposed to do.

I turned right out of the room we were in and quickly and quietly darted down an orange and red hallway. Several times I encountered large red exercise balls, but I managed to avoid them without allowing any one of them to harm me. These big exercise balls played an important roll in my sneaking, for they distracted the guards in my hallway, allowing me safe passage to the classroom.

When I arrived in the room, coach Richie was there waiting for me. He greeted me, then directed my attention to a group of children standing outside the classroom window. There I saw some of the worst behaved kids from my real life as a substitute, and I grew afraid. But coach Richie informed me that they were all being shipped away on a special bus to a special destination.

Finally the guy that looked like Art and the ninja came into the classroom, but they were accompanied by a guard. Apparently Art, who had been throwing the exercise balls down the hallway, had been caught, pressured, and had ratted us out to our enemies. Man.

All four of us were escorted (roughly I might add) to the principal's office.

Then I awoke.

Dream #137 (March 1, 2010)

Another month.

Last night I spent my dream on one of my least favorite things in life: shopping.

My little brother Mike, Kody, and I were all walking around a 10 acre thrift store looking for good deals. The shelves, which were covered with old junk and dust, towered about thirty feet above the ground. There was so much crap to sift through. To make matters worse, the store was lit only by the sun coming in through high and foggy windows, and the air had the smell one would experience sticking his nose into a pair of sweatpants hanging on a rack in Goodwill and taking a long and thorough sniff.

I'm not sure what I was looking for. I climbed up several shelves all the way to the top in search of something that I wanted. However, after many long minutes of a thorough combing of the merchandise, I only had a forest green plastic garbage can and a grip-less basketball.

I was ready to purchase the goods, so I went to the closest store manager, who was wearing a fancy black suit and red checkered tie, as well as a thick black mustache and mullet. Come to think of it, he was the only thing in the store that was not desaturated. Right as I walked up to him, however, I stumbled upon an outstanding toy collection that included Legos, Ninja Turtles, and Batman toys.

Then I awoke.