Dream #246 (September 2, 2010)

These two dreams I had last night were very intense.

The first dream was especially strange because I dreamt that I was reliving a moment that had already taken place (not in real life, but in my dream). I was conscious of this idea the whole time.

The dream took place on a large passenger transport ship in outer space. I was with my father and mother; in the dream they were a legendary spaceship piloting team. They were transporting an entire city in the ship, and were the tail ship in a whole fleet of transporters, for an entire planet was being evacuated and relocated to another nearby livable planet. When the dream took place, though, there was only black space, with no planets to be seen.

Unfortunately, I was conscious of the fact that this particular mission was going to result in the destruction of my parents' ship, which would result in their death, along with the death of all the passengers. Because I knew this bit of information, I frantically scurried about the ship, trying to find the source of the defect that would kill so many people. I thought I could change the predetermined future.

However, after several minutes of this scurrying, I heard a loud explosion. I could then mentally see an exterior view of the ship (I wish I could draw you a picture, for my memory of the craft is very intact). The left rear engine/wing had failed and had caught on fire, causing the ship to head in the wrong direction. Without controlling the ship, we would be lost in space for the rest of our lives.

I ran through the ship, trying to calm people down, but what was I to do? Everyone knew that we were going to die of starvation or of a lack of oxygen. The ship then began to dive down, and the other ships in front of us were out of sight. All hope was lost at that moment.

A strange and eerie calm came over all the passengers, almost simultaneously. They had accepted their fate. Moments later, I heard a nasty scraping sound. I used my mental imagery of the exterior of the ship and saw that we had scrapped against a very small space station, manned by only a single old hermit. Fortunately, he was at the top of his game, for he managed, using a claw-machine-like apparatus, to bring the ship to a stop. I then put on a special suite and exited the ship. Interestingly, the man who had saved us did not need any sort of oxygen or space suite, for he developed a rough skin and gills that allowed him to survive in plain clothes. After talking with the man about our troubles, he immediately grabbed a toolbox and floated up to the destroyed engine of the ship.

Within minutes, the ship was repaired and we were able to get back onto our coarse. We even caught up with the rest of the fleet, beating destiny.

At that victorious moment, I entered into a different dream.

This dream took place in an enormous basin (the land form kind of basin, not the dish) in the middle of a city in pitch black darkness. The city was on the brink of a civil war battle between the north side of the town and the south side. I was on the north side, along with hundreds of others (including David Badertscher, who was the only other person I knew in the dream). The south side had about the same number of people. We were meeting in a wooden pavilion as the south met inside an old stone tower (their base was much cooler). I remember being extremely nervous, because I did not want such bloodshed to take place between neighbors. I was only a lowly citizen, but I broke into the meeting of the political/military leaders of the north side and tried to persuade them to call a truce, but they would not hear me out.

After a little more debate, the battle began. Because of my low status, I was sent out with the first group of 'soldiers,' as was David. We snuck around to the backside of the castle without being detected. I was glad to be near David, for he had the reputation of being an extraordinary fighter; people even referred to him as The Beast. When we reached the back of the castle (the stone tower had taken on the shape of a castle), the fighting began. David leaped off the stone wall into the darkness. I heard a couple screams and gunshots, but did not see the results. The others standing around me began to fire their guns into the dark (apparently they had seen some movement).

I must say this, even though it takes away from the intensity of the story. Every time people fired guns in this dream, they made the gun noises with their mouths. So, though the guns fired real bullets, they made no real noise. I guess we had to compensate for the lack of gun sounds by using our lips.

Anyway, I had made it to the back entrance of the castle without firing a single shot (though the others in my company did have to kill about seven southerners). I did not want to kill anybody. Out of nowhere, several shots were fired killing everyone with me (except David, who was nowhere to be seen). Escaping death, I entered the back of the castle. To my dismay, the stairway I was on was lined with enemy soldiers. I began to fire rapidly (still making noises with my mouth). I was somehow able to kill about twenty guards on my way up the tower. However, when I made it to the top, which had a lookout onto the battle field, I found about forty men waiting for me. With no other options, I leapt from the tower (which was about fifty feet in the air) and landed in some bushes. I had lost my gun in the process. Two enemies had their guns aimed at me as I emerged from the bushes. I knew I was going to die.

However, right as I gave up hope, David leapt from behind a tree and stabbed one soldier in the neck, then proceeded to throw his knife into the face of the other guard. He saved my life (by brutally taking two others), and I was very grateful.

Just then, I found myself back at the beginning of the battle, just before the war broke out. I didn't understand why I had gone back in time, and I was a little disappointed because David and I had survived the battle so far. I didn't want to start all over again.

I didn't ask any questions, though. As I was again debating with the leaders about stopping the war before many people died, I was hit in the head with a large rock.

This hit sent me into a dream (though I didn't know it was a dream right away). I was on a bus, sitting next to a blonde female from the south, discussing the war. She talked to me about how she had hoped, before the fighting began, that she would one day take over her father's restaurant, but because of the war it had been burnt down. We actually passed the former restaurant as she explained this to me. Suddenly stones began to hit the windows of the bus. Then a bunch of gothic young adults rushed the vehicle (which only had the driver, the blonde, and me) and attempted to tip it over. They mentioned wanting to kill me for being with the southerner (I was, of coarse, a northerner), and they wanted to kill the poor young woman for her disloyalty.

It was then that I realized I was dreaming. I was able to force myself to wake up.

When I did so, I found myself sitting in a folding chair, along with many others from the northern army. We were sitting across from a bunch of empty folding chairs, with only three people remaining there. I asked my captain what was going on, and he said that instead of having a bloody battle, they would have a "name battle." This meant that each side would take turns guessing a person's name from the other team. If they guessed correctly, that person had to go home. The team who lost all its people first would lose the war and have to submit to the other side. Apparently the north was winning, for we had about forty people left to the south's three.

Right after the rules were explained to me, one member of the south was forced to leave, for his name was guessed. There were only two left. One of them was a hispanic man in his twenties, and the other was the young blonde woman from my dream. How was she a real person? I didn't understand. To throw me into an even deeper confusion, the woman looked straight into my eyes and winked at me. What was going on?

Before I knew it, somebody had guessed her name (though I didn't hear what it was), and she was forced to go home. Then, immediately after that, somebody guessed the hispanic man's name. As he was leaving, I asked him what his name was because I was unable to hear it as it was said. He told me, "Alex."

Then I awoke.

Dream #245 (September 1, 2010)

This was a little lonely.

I spent the majority of this dream walking down State Road 23 (the road on which my house is located) in the middle of the night alone (it was all downhill as well). After what felt like an hour of this, I passed by a broken-down brown wooden house. I looked inside and saw Morgan, Mike (my brother), and Michael Kaser playing a game together (just like in the previous dream). I decided not to go in.

After continuing down the road a short while, I came across a mansion that I did not recognize (I now don't recognize any of the homes I passed by in my dream). It was old and scary, but something about it drew me into it (maybe I wanted to enter because it was old and scary).

When I walked in, I discovered a large party going on. Apparently there was a theater inside that was debuting a play written by Ms. Paul (who was my English teacher in high school and has since been married). I began looking around the crowd for people I knew, which made me realize that I didn't really know anybody, until Adam Konkey (former classmate of mine) approached me to say hello. He was wearing a clown suite, which I didn't understand at the time and still don't understand. He asked me how school was going for me.

Then I awoke.

Dream #244 (August 31, 2010)

This was a little intense.


The dream began at my house in the middle of the night. My little brother (Mike), my neighbor (Morgan), Michael Kaser (my former classmate) (reversal), and I were playing some sort of night game that incorporated what my family calls the 'big' garage (connected to the driveway) and the 'little' garage. It was a variation of hide-and-go-seek, but it was not nearly as simple. I remember using various slingshots, stick piles, and garden tools for a part of the game, but I'm not really sure what those objects were used for.

During the game, as I sneaked around Morgan (she didn't even notice me), I smelled smoke and became alarmed. I left the crawling position I was and and ran over to the source of the smoke, only to find that the 'little' garage was beginning to burn. I looked around for the source of the fire (I assumed right away that it was arson) and witnessed three boys fleeing the scene of the crime.

Using my superior sprinting skills, I caught up to the one leading the other two, turned him around, and recognized him to be Donny (a boy from Koontz Lake). I immediately began punching him mercilessly in the teeth until he fell down on the ground. Even then I continued to beat him as Morgan and both Mike's took down the other two boys.

After 'teaching them a lesson' (I don't usually resort to violence), another boy came from out of the woods. He informed us that the arsonists had escaped from a correctional camp and that he was looking for them. We helped Donny and his partners back to their feet and took them back into the woods to the camp.

The camp leader approached me and asked me if I would lead the campers in a large group game. He told me that he knew I worked at another camp as the program director, and that he was not very good at leading games. So, I led all the misfit boys in an enormous game of Flower Wars (a variation of capture the flag, making use of flower bags; this version in my dream also incorporated torches).


After the game was almost over (Donny was running with the flag back to the center of the playing field), I awoke.

Dream #243 (August 30, 2010)

I loved this dream because it involved Paul Simon.


This dream began in an old fishing village. All of the houses were blue and grey and relatively small, and the whole area stank of fish (though I rather liked the smell). I was walking along the road (which was empty blacktop) with my little brother (Mike). We were there on vacation, and apparently I had been there before, because I had many memories of the layout of the area and things I had done there during previous visits.

After walking around the houses, my brother and I descended to the shore of the lake and walked along the water for a while. After about a half mile, we ran across a house that I remembered was Paul Simon's place where he had written all of his songs. I had never actually seen Paul Simon before (in this particular dream), and I figured that there was no chance that Paul would even have been there during the summer. I decided to walk up to the window of the house anyway.

To my surprise, Paul Simon was there. He was sitting in a wooden rocking chair, wearing a black turtleneck, jotting various notes in a small notebook he had in hand. I became very excited, but also very conscious of the fact that I could easily distract Paul from writing his next masterpiece, so I quietly backed up far enough away so that he could not hear me. Then Mike and I took off down the shoreline.

As we ran, we discussed how excited we were that Paul Simon was writing again and how much we anticipated future albums from him.

When we returned to the village street, we encountered Paul and Kelby (two guys I know from Prairie Camp), along with a group of people I did not know. They were talking with each other about college life (they both just started this year), and how excited they were for the coming school year. I stepped up to them and greeted them.


Then I awoke.

Dream #242 (August 18, 2010)

Yet another camp dream.

This dream began in the middle of the night at Prairie Camp. Everybody else was sleeping as I was cleaning out the bookstore. There were all kinds of dusty shelves, old nasty chairs, and animal nests in there, and I had a tough time completing the job. When I was about halfway done, Tom Marks (who helps with the preschool program at camp) was doing security that night (which is not normal) and he kept checking in on me, making sure I wasn't a rebel teenager sneaking out.

After a very long time of working, I had the placing looking so pure that people would want to take their shoes off before entering.

By then it was morning, so I headed back to my cabin (which was across camp). As I was on my way, I ran into a bunch of adults who were having some sort of face off. There were about twenty adults on each side, and they looked angry. Suddenly, Mike Ingle, (a policeman who attends Prairie Camp), instigated a battle by throwing stones at the adults opposite from him. Before I could react, all of the adults there were mercilessly throwing rocks at each other. It was bloody and violent.

I ran to find Carrie Badertscher (my boss) to get her to stop it. As I tried to find her, one of the counselors was riding around violently in a golf cart, nearly hitting me several times. I tried to stop her, but I realized that I had more important things to deal with.

When I finally found Carrie, she was (yet again in my dreams) very angry with me and verbally abused me for several minutes.

Then I awoke. (Sorry Carrie)

Dream #241 (August 17, 2010)

Another camp dream.

I dreamt that I was working at camp. Except in my dream, my place of living was an enormous basement in an enormous house. This basement was painted only white, and there were no windows anywhere. I began the dream in a conference room where I was explaining to a fellow worker about a time at camp when I had to destroy two giant caterpillars. I'm pretty sure this dream memory of the caterpillars was taken from a dream I had earlier this summer, but because I haven't been writing them down, I am not certain of that possibility.

When I was explaining the caterpillar battle, I was reliving it. I ran about the room (of my memory) as the caterpillars, which were probably 200 pounds and nine feet long, slightly resembling the giant caterpillars in Super Mario for Super Nintendo, chased me across the floor, up the walls, and along the ceiling. I finally defeated these creatures by stomping on their heads many times (similar to how Mario defeats such creatures).

I then snapped back to the dream reality, where I was supposed to be running a game of capture the flag with the Junior campers at Prairie Camp. I left the guy to whom I was explaining the caterpillar experience and rushed up out of the basement and out to where I was supposed to do the game. However, I was far too late, and Carrie Badertscher (my boss) was the only one there, and she was waiting for me. She was angry, and I received quite a lashing from her tongue.

Then I awoke. I wonder why such harsh words have been coming from Carrie in my dreams, for she treats me very well in real life.

Dream #240 (August 16, 2010)

I know it has been a while since my previous post. I have been working at a camp that did not allow me the time to post my dreams.

Speaking of camp, this dream took place there, though it looked nothing like it. I began the dream in an old white house (that looked similar to how I pictured my house today as a little kid). I was accompanied by two young women (a blonde and a brunette) and another young man (who had black hair). The three of them were playing some sort of ring-around-the-rosie-type game as I watched them. After a few minutes of this nonsense, they all fell on the floor, laughing. I apparently found this very humorous, for I too fell on the floor in laughter.

After we calmed down, I proceeded to do something far out of my character. I asked the blonde girl if she wanted to go on a date the following weekend. She looked happily surprised, but then proceeded to ask me in all seriousness, "You're not dating anyone online right now?" I took great offense to this question, but kept my feelings to myself. The blonde girl (she might have been a woman; I don't know exactly when the classification changes) then accepted my date.

Out of excitement I pretended that I only had one leg and began hopping about the room. Then, out of a-little-longer-than-temporary insanity, I hopped out of the window (shattering the glass) and hopped into a nearby forest. There I climbed a tree (still pretending that I only had one leg, even though I had no audience) and hid there for a very long time.

At the end of my insanity I realized that I was being foolish and that I had some crowd-breaker games to explain and oversee in the camp's tabernacle (where the services are held).

I immediately climbed down from the tree and rushed through the woods to the tabernacle (using both of my legs), only to discover that I was too late. My game partners at Prairie Camp in the dream (who were also my partners in real life) had already carried out two crowd-breaker games and were beginning a third one. I was angry because we were only supposed to do one (we only had so many games we could do throughout the week of camp, and I didn't want to run out of ideas by the last day). Furthermore, I heard people complaining that the games were being explained poorly. Finally, the third game being prepared was supposed to be saved for the last day, for it was the messiest. It involved layering the tabernacle floor with pretzels, which should be done before the service, not during it. As they were preparing the game, Carrie Badertscher pulled me aside and scolded me harshly for being late and unprepared.

Then I awoke.

Now I must explain something about camp in order for some of the humor to be found in this part of the dream. At camp I usually do crowd-breaker games for the teens at camp, not everyone, for these games tend to be very messy and/or crazy. However, in my dream, I was doing the games for everyone in the 'big service' where even the elderly attend. I just thought that was kind of funny.