Dream #204 (May 6, 2010)

This was not fun.


After a long day of driving (from Indiana to Virginia Beach), all I could dream aboutr was driving. I drove for so long. To make matters worse, it was dark outside, and my headlights were the only lights around, so there was not much scenery to enjoy.


I awoke later. Nothing really happened in the dream.

Dream #203 (May 5, 2010)

This was fun.


The beginning of last night's dream was awesome. I was sitting in my bedroom when I received a phonecall from ?uestlove of The Roots. He informed me that he was interested in playing the drums with Phil Bridges (an elderly musician in my church with whom I am recording an album) and me. So, logically, I walked outside into a city packed with small and colorful homes. However, there were no people or vehicles anywhere; there were only streets and houses. After a few minutes of waiting on my doorstep, ?uestlove walked up carrying a drum set on his back, ready to work. I asked him if the other members of The Roots were going to help out, and he told me they were on their way in their private jet. I wondered why he didn't go with them. Maybe he just wanted the exercise.

I then switched over to a different dream. I was at Prairie Camp, walking from behind the cafeteria to the softball diamond. In my hand was a plastic ice cream cone with real ice cream inside of it. I believe it was vanilla.

Anyway, there were a great number of people watching a big game. However, I only knew one of those people, Kevin Chupp, who was sitting atop a crow's nest (like one that could be found on a large ship). He had his binoculars in hand, along with a huge burger, and he looked as if he was enjoying himself.

Then things changed. People began to panick and look about them, trying to find something. Then a woman ran by me saying that her daughter had gone missing.

Not panicked at all, I walked into the woods by the softball field and found the young girl there sitting on a pile of rocks. I asked her why she had run away.


Then I awoke.

Dream #202 (May 4, 2010)

I dreamt.

Last night, during the first part of my dream, I was Dr. House from the show "House." This particular episode I was in (I was not acting, but it was an episode nonetheless) was not much different from a typical episode. I was manipulating my coworkers into fighting each other so I could make fun of them. But then I showed some weakness.

I went into the basement of the hospital, which was the place where the secret patients were kept. I visited a woman (who, in the dream, was my age, but really in her forties). Because she was slowly dying of an unknown disease, she was hooked up to a weird and gigantic machine. The machine was so big that the woman had to be kept in a ballroom-sized place that looked like something out of a comic book. As I was sympathizing with the woman and talking about the old days, one of my coworkers found his way into the room and saw a side of me that I, as House, had never shown anyone before.

Then I transfered over to a different dream. I was in a dim blue cave. In this cave was a beautifully lit city built into the rock Though the city was enormous, there were not many inhabitants. In fact, there were some cartoon children, the Cat in the Hat, and a few other people my age. I, however, was not a part of the town, for I was there only to investigate a mystery. I still don't know what the mystery was exactly, but I was looking for clues the entire time.

Throughout this part of the dream, I solved three Sudoku puzzles that were carved into stone. I also found odd shards of paper that made very little sense, but were obviously clues of some sort. I even interrogated the Cat in the Hat in side a dark stone closet, though that did not produce any leads.

I eventually woke up without figuring out the mystery (or figuring out what I was supposed to be figuring out). The last thing I remember was following the cartoon kids to some secret play place.

Dream #201 (May 3, 2010)

Here.

In my dream, Kevin Chupp and I were substitute teaching at a very artistic school in a castle.

When we first walked into the classroom, the kids looked at us as if we were complete morons. It probably was caused by a mixture of their skepticism of Kevin's beard and the clothes we were wearing (athletic shorts and t-shirts). When we tried to take attendance, we were laughed at. Furthermore, some of the kids got up out of their stone seats and ran around the room. One kid found his way up a curtain toward an open window with a 50-foot fall to the ground. Luckily Kevin pulled down the curtain, bringing the child safe to the floor.

After a while, we finally settle the class down enough to begin teaching the lesson. It was all about how painting is a brain stimulation that all kids should practice. After the lesson was over, we, following the instructions left us by the teacher we were replacing, pulled out a bunch of toys and allowed the kids to play for the remainder of the school day.

After we were finished, Kevin and I parted, and I returned to my apartment, which looked a lot like my grandfather's kitchen and dining room. I took off my shirt (something I only do before bed and before swimming) and reclined in the hard wood dining room chair.

Then I awoke.

Dream #200 (May 3, 2010)

200 is finally here.

I began last night's dream in my house. I was a little relaxed in the morning when I awoke (in my dream) because I did not have to go to school until 11:00 a.m. Apparently I was back in high school (though, in my dream, I knew that I had already finished college), but I had the mornings off. So, because I had some extra time, I went over to my neighbor's house and shot around on their little basketball court. When I grew bored of that, I went into my garage and got out my bicycle (the junky one with the basket zip-tied to the handlebars). After pumping up the tires, a young girl walked out of my house wearing a long shirt and pajama pants. After seeing her I recognized her to be my sister that my parents had adopted while I was in college (in reality I have no sisters, biological or adopted). She was holding a black teddy bear and a box of tissues.

I asked her if her illness was the reason that she was not in school. She gave me a nonverbal 'yes,' then walked back inside.

After feeling sorry for her for a few moments, I jumped on my bike and rode around in my driveway. I did this for a very long time, for when I looked at my watch (I never wear a watch in real life), it read 11:15. I was devastated (I hate being late for things; in my dream I even had the feeling that a horrible and irreversible damage had been done to my life). I darted into the house, awakening my sister (which caused her to wail). Ignoring her, I gathered my backpack, books, gym clothes, pens, and paper, and tried to head out the door. Just as I was ready to leave, my father walked in and asked me to help him bring in groceries (usually it is my mother who does the shopping). I obeyed him, then left for school, extremely flustered.

I walked pasted what seemed like miles of red lockers until I reached mine, which was aqua blue and different from all the rest. I shoved all my possessions into it and ran into the class that I was supposed to have been in for almost an hour. It was yearbook class, so it probably was not as big a deal as I had made it out to be.

The teacher (Ms. Bolze, whom I never had, but who is still at Oregon-Davis) was sitting in front of the class, explaining to them how awful a person I was for being late.

Then I awoke. I had nothing to do this morning, so all the sense of urgency was built up inside of me for no reason.

Dream #199 (May 2, 2010)

I hope dream #200 will be much more outstanding than this one.

I was on the Bethel College campus last night (in my dream). It was midday, and the sun was shining. That is all I remember about the dream, other than some part where I climbed to the top of the academic center (which really didn't take up much time in the dream, as far as I know).

Sorry.

Dream #198 (May 1, 2010)

Still short. This one isn't very good. Is my subconscious becoming less creative? Is it finally running out of material? Or is the well eternal?

I dreamed that I was in my bedroom. It was daytime, and I was standing on my fake wood floors, looking out my door at a celebration going on outside of my room. However, I did not exit and join in the fun. I missed out on the hors d'oeuvres (tiny sausages, which I enjoy eating) and carrots (which have lately become a favorite snack of mine). Many of my friends were outside, including Ben and Jen Smith, my older brother (Matt), Katelyn Presnell, my mother, Nathan Ferch (my neighbor), and my father.

I tried to listen in on conversations, but I could not hear much.

I eventually awoke, disappointed.