Dream #232 (June 5, 2010)

This was fun.

The first part of my dream took place at a crazy party in a gigantic mansion that rested on a cliff by the ocean. I walked around inside for a while, talking to my older brother about the punch that I had in my hand, watching all of the other people at the party enjoying themselves. Some were just talking, others were playing yard games, a few were playing pinball, and still others were sliding down the rails of the staircases. The activity that stuck out most to me was the break-dancing that was being performed by many elderly men from Koontz Lake Missionary Church, including Phil Bridges and Rich Amon (I'm not sure if that is spelled right). Phil was quite an exceptional break dancer. He would leap around the rafters, spin his body at mind-blowing speeds, and flip multiple times in the air in a single leap.

After watching Mr. Bridges tear up the dance circle, I went outside with my brother (Matt). We looked down at the bottom of the cliff where there were all kinds of people packing up their fishing gear, giving up on trying to win the fishing contest, where they were supposed to catch a giant electric eel that was known to reside somewhere in the waters near the mansion.

I thought this was a great time to attempt to catch the eel, for everyone else seemed to be giving up. So I climbed to the bottom of the cliff. My brother watched me for a short while, then returned to the party. There were a few boats out on the ocean, but nobody else was on the shore with me when I cast the line out.

I then went into another dream. I was at Prairie Camp. I had just walked out of the 'Rookie' bathrooms, and I entered into the tabernacle, where my boss, Carrie Badertscher, was speaking. She was very serious about the subject, and she drove many of the people of her audience to fear. People actually began to leave the tabernacle because they were so afraid of whatever Carrie was talking about.

After she finished, I walked up to her and told her that she was very prideful for doing what she did. I don't know where that came from, but I said it, and, in my dream, it cost me my friendship, for I jumped ahead in time to a meal that I was eating with her and the rest of the Prairie Camp staff, and she would not acknowledge my existence.

Then I awoke.

Dream #231 (June 4, 2010)

This is short but interesting.

I was at Bethel College in Mishawaka, Indiana, and I was with several of my friends from there and from Prairie Camp, including Kevin Chupp, Amber and Jeff Kreider, Amy Ennis, Shana Beers, Carrie and David Badertscher, and Jason Suter.

We were all playing put-put golf in the practice soccer field. It wasn't typical put-put though, for we were all riding on Razor scooters while we played, which was actually a lot of fun. Interestingly enough, I believe Amber Kreider was the most talented scooter-put-put golfer amongst the group.

We played nine holes, which were all typical put-put golf holes.

I awoke after those nine holes (though there were at least thirty holes left to play).

Dream #230 (June 3, 2010)

There is a little more detail than the night before.

I was living in a city that much resembled Harlem. Unlike the real Harlem, however, it was always golden hour there, and the buildings were shining brightly and beautifully.

I was riding my bike around the city when Andrew Jensen (a former high school classmate of mine) ran up to me and said that the basketball team was traveling to New York City. I was tired of basketball, but I thought a trip to New York sounded fun.

So, I bought some gear at a sporting goods store that had no people inside, not even employees (I paid for everything at a paying machine). I purchased a red jersey and some new basketball sneakers.

I then biked over to a dome-shaped gymnasium and joined the team for a summer practice. In the dream I had already quit the team, but they let me back on without asking any questions.

After practicing some plays, we did some suicides (there wasn't even a coach there; we were that disciplined).

Then I awoke.

Dream #229 (June 2, 2010)

Well, I don't remember much.

All I can recall is Amber Kreider commenting on somebody's post on my Facebook wall. It was a female (I don't know if she exists), and Amber wrote, "Oh, a girl is writing on Joe's Facebook!!!"

That is all I know.

Dream #228 (June 1, 2010)

June has come.

The first part of my dream took place in a small city in the middle of the night. There were very few people out and about, but I was nonetheless shopping at a Lowe's. This was not a typical shopping experience, however, for there was a massive hole blown into the side of the building. It had actually been put there by an explosion that occurred in the building next door, but it sure left its mark. I remember looking for large tires in the section that had been blown up.

Then I switched over to a different dream. I was an entertainer at a young kid's birthday party. It was all going down at David and Carrie Badertscher's house (not their house in real life, but the house my subconscious gave them). It looked like the house of one of my little brother's childhood friends (Blake Sloan), but it was in the middle of a bright green woods.

Anyway, Lucy Kreider and Stella Badertscher were there (a couple of cool babies I know), and they had all kinds of friends and balloons with them. After clowning around, juggling a bunch of pies, and singing songs atop a picnic table, I went into a small garage and built Stella a bicycle from scratch (with instructions, of coarse). When I finally had the bike all put together (this took a long time, and all the kids watched me for some reason), I realized that one tire was where it should be, but the other tire was above the handle bars.

Then I awoke.

Dream #227 (May 31, 2010)

I don't remember much from this.

I know that I was leaving from my house that reminded me of a movie I once saw as a kid (though I can't quite recall which one), and I was riding in a Jeep with Kyle and Kody Heffelfinger and my little brother.

That is all I can recall.

Dream #226 (May 30, 2010)

Interesting.

I dreamt that Kevin Chupp (a good friend of mine), a middle-aged balding guy, Wolverine (from X-Men), and I were on a special team that was ransacking Koontz Lake Missionary Church in search for a missing young woman. We were hired by a wealthy retired man to find this missing person, who was his granddaughter.

We first searched through the kitchen, then through the fellowship hall. Next we went into the basement, throwing everything in sight, most of the time for no real reason.

We found no leads at the church, so we fled the scene by foot and ran into a nearby city (fictional) and began ransacking a seemingly random apartment building. As we did this, we heard some commotion coming from the building next to us. We ran next door, just as a small explosion went off inside. When we went through the front door, we could see nothing but smoke. We finally found a clear room where we could see the young woman and a few young men, none of them bound.

Then I switched over to a different dream. In this dream I was running a daycare inside the same apartment building I had ransacked in the dream before. There were tons of infants on the carpeted floor playing a game I had invented. They all had to crawl through a maze that I had created with masking tape. These babies, though they looked very young, could all talk with the vocabulary of a high schooler. It was quite interesting, especially when one young baby boy began asking me about Christianity and salvation. I explained to him who Christ was and what he did. He told me he wanted to consider Christianity, but he wanted to be left alone for a while.

Then I awoke.