Dream #330 (February 14, 2010)

This was odd.

I was going on a journey in this dream. In the dream I was none other than Bilbo Baggins. I was traveling with 13 dwarves and with Gandalf through a dark green mountainous region. The area was foggy, rocky, and dangerously slippery. Oddly enough, the texture of the rocks we were climbing resembled clay, for our feet would sink in a bit, and it was more malleable than stone.

After a long and quiet journey, I became separated from the group (the fog was thick, and I couldn't see where I was going). I became nervous, but I continued onward. Eventually I ran into a tall spire, around which was a staircase of clay. I climbed this staircase, hoping to find friendly people there (I should have known better). Before I got all the way up, I was snatched by two 10-foot-tall fish men who were wearing armor, each carrying a spear and a shield that matched their greenish purple scales. As the began to drag me up the spire, Gandalf burst onto the scene in a flash of light, and he struck down the two guards. "Follow me, though I don't know my way around these parts, for I have not been here for many ages."

I listened to him, but I quickly lost sight of him.

Then I took on an omniscient perspective in the dream and saw the great Gandalf get captured by the fish people. He was taken to the fish king, who ordered him to be imprisoned. They dragged him into a small cell.

Many days passed. Then the guards cut Gandalf's beard and hair, leaving him with a buzz cut of short black hair (he looked like a thirty-five-year-old man rather than an age-old wizard). He was taken before the fish king once again. There Bilbo, who had snuck into the fish king's throne room by use of his magic ring, created a clamor and a distraction, which gave Gandalf time to break free from his chains. He was able to escape with Bilbo, and he rejoined the group of dwarves on their journey.

Then I awoke.

Dream #329 (February 12, 2010)

A crazy, movie-like dream.

I began the dream driving in my car late at night. I was tired (for it was 2 a.m.), so I stopped in a fairly small city to sleep (the part I parked in looked similar to Walkerton, Indiana, but the city in my dream was significantly larger).

When I got out of my car (I had parallel parked), I noticed that, other than the other parked cars and buildings, the background was pitch black, and there was no life. I walked about a block and noticed a man with a visor riding around in a moped, stopping at parked cars, and leaving notes on the windshield. He came up to a car a few in front of mine, and I asked him if he was a cop. He said he was not, but he was an officer of the city who had to ride around and leave "parking suggestions" on cars that were not parked properly. He said he couldn't give out "real parking tickets," but he could work to improve people's parking.

As I left the man to his business and walked further into the dark city, I heard the parking officer shout to me, saying that I should not go into the city on that night, for he had sensed a bad omen. I thought the city looked peaceful enough, so I did not heed his advice.

After about a mile of walking, I came upon what the parking guy had warned me about. There were two great groups of teens standing on opposite sides of the middle line of the city (both groups were standing on the main street of the city, facing each other). One group was wearing all white shirts, and the other was wearing all black shirts. Nobody was speaking; there was only staring.

After I watched the stare-off for a while, I asked one of the guys in the back of the crowd of white-shirts what was going on (he looked like a guy who didn't want to be involved). He informed me that the first gang war of the city was about to take place. He feared that it would be violent, and would result in a lot of death, so he was hoping the anger would subside, but he was doubtful. About a minute after he told me this, the fighting broke out.

I was in the middle of it all. Knives were being thrown, baseball bats were being swung, and guns were being fired. I saw blood pouring down the streets, and I feared for my own life, so I ran into a nearby dentists office. Unfortunately, the violence had spread, and I witnessed a black-shirt stab a white-shirt to death, only to be smashed in the face by a baseball bat when he had finished his killing.

I ran out of that building to a nearby office, which was also overtaken by the violence. There was no escape anywhere I went, so I just continued to run to avoid being struck down.

After a lot of running about, the fighting suddenly turned into a stalemate. Everyone involved took shelter in various offices and houses throughout the city, waiting for a signal that would tell them if they were going to fight again or put an end to it.

I continued to run for a while, hoping to escape the violence altogether. However, the small green house I entered wasn't empty (why did I expect it to be?). There was a 30-year-old man in there, a detective, and he was interrogating one white-shirt and one black-shirt. He saw me, and noticed I wore no colors, so he asked me what I was doing. I told him my story, so he told me his. They guy had discovered that all the fighting was over a giant load of cocaine, and he was getting some new information from a couple of thugs he had brought in.

I then went to the kitchen to find a snack. After grabbing a box of crackers, I walked back out, and, to my surprise, I saw two women F.B.I. agents (who happened to be lesbians) searching the place up and down. They found the detective and the two suspects he was interrogating and arrested all of them, not believing even the badge of the detective. I felt bad for him, but I knew I could get caught, so I hid under a kitchen cabinet. Somehow, as the lesbian agents searched through the house for cocaine and other incriminating evidence, they didn't manage to find me.

As they were leaving, I awoke.

Dream #328 (February 11, 2010)

A dream.

In the beginning of my dream I was working with Dave Schwenk, getting GPS shots of various points along miles of a long ditch in the snow (which is what I've been doing all week in real life). The ditch was in the middle of a great and endless field. The snow was falling heavy upon us as we trudged through drifts that reached up to my waist.

After a long journey, we reached my car. There I parted with Dave and drove to an abandoned parking lot, where I met up with Brent Thomas and my little brother Mike Baughman (I'm putting his last name for the sake of google searching). They both got into my car after putting some large bags in the trunk.

We were headed to Sleeping Bear Dunes in northern Michigan, which is about 5 hours away, but was 16 hours away in the dream. About six hours into the trip, I realized that I was really tired and that I would never make it all the way there without stopping. I remember, in the dream, realizing that I couldn't make it there in a single day, for I had already put in a full day of work. So, when we reached a sizable city, we stopped at a 18th century-style building that was a hotel/nightclub. Mike said he wasn't comfortable going into the nightclub, so he went up to the upper floor, which is where our recently checked out room was located.

Brent and I went down a dark and narrow flight of stairs where there was some major clubbing going on. People were dancing all around carelessly. Then Brent (who didn't look like himself; he actually looked more like another acquaintance of mine) began trying to get people to accept him so that he could fit in with the partying fools. He went up to the fountain drink machine, payed for a cup of Mountain Dew, then got seven water cups and filled those up with water. "Drinks all around!" People began to flock around Brent. When they realized he was only giving them water, they were actually amused. They all took it, laughing, and patting him on the back.

I was getting tired of the club scene, so I grabbed Brent, told him we needed some rest, then dragged him up the stairs to the car. Then I realized that the club people had been playing us. A whole bunch of dudes with face masks were standing around my car, busting the windows, prying open the trunk, and looting anything they could get their hands on.

I was furious, so I ran to a nearby tree, snagged a weighty branch and smashed a nearby thug on the skull. Then Brent and I went insane. We fought off dozens of thugs in masks as if we were superhuman beings. We were leaping off cars, flipping, spinning, bicycle kicking, and throwing guys with ease. When we had beaten or scared away each of the thugs, We decided to get some rest. We walked up to the hotel room (which had white walls, white carpet, no windows, white bedsheets, and white everything; it was quite blinding) and met Mike there, who was reading a book. He looked up and greeted us as if he had always lived there.

Then I awoke.

Dream #327 (February 10, 2010)

I'm sorry for the long break. I'm very busy. And it's cold outside.

The first part of the dream took place in a river that ran through a cave. Though there was no sunlight, the cave was fairly well lit by a bluish light that reflected off of the surfaces of the stone walls and off the dark blue water.

I was leading a bunch of Prairie Camp kids down the river. I had my own raft with two kids on it, and each of the other kids were in groups of about five per raft. We were going along very rapidly for a long period of time and, when it was about 8:00 p.m. (I remember the time of day for some reason), I suggested we stop. However, the kids wanted to go on at a faster pace. I warned them that we would risk falling in the water with the rough turns ahead of us, but they didn't heed my advice.

Sure enough, the very next turn, which was quite sharp, caused my raft, then the rafts of all the other kids, to tip over, knocking all of us and all of our supplies into the water.

The current was not too strong, nor was the river too deep, and all the kids made it to shore safely. Most of the possessions were gathered, but I had quite a bit of trouble gathering the clean clothes that had fallen out of my laundry basket.

After I collected all of my shirts, pants, and underwear, I swam to the shore and started a fire so that we could stay warm. Somehow, none of my clothes (or any of the other possessions my group had brought along) were even slightly wet. I noticed this, but it didn't surprise me much in the dream, for I knew that the river was mystical.

Then I switched over to a different dream.

I was living in the Academic Center at Bethel College. The school was much larger and much prettier than it is in real life (there were beautiful gardens, huge trees, and more classrooms in my dream). As I was leaving my dorm room, I noticed how messy the room was. I blamed my roommates (who remain unknown to me). There were XBox games everywhere, jeans and jackets lying around here and there, and towels strewn about (I don't play video games very much, and I never wear jeans; the towels could have been mine I guess).

When I left the building, I had to walk down dozens of flights of metal stairs (which were located on the outside wall of the building; it was pretty cool). At the bottom, I ran into Bo and Amy Ennis, and I talked to them quite a bit about how their classes were going. I chatted too long, for I soon realized that I would be late to class.

I left Bo and Amy running, with no explanation, and arrived at the classroom quite quickly. The students there looked as if they belonged in the eighties. The teacher was wearing a brown blazer with a popped collar, and had some ridiculously shiny dress shoes on. He looked and sounded like a football player, and I had a difficult time taking him seriously as a college professor.

Soon the class was over, and I made my way across the unbelievably green grass to the cafeteria.

Then I awoke.

Dream #326 (February 5, 2010)

I think there was more to this dream, but I can't remember it (being a couple days removed from it).

I was living in the city with the parent's of a friend of mine. I didn't know these people, so I kept to myself. My room was their garage, and I had my clothes (which were kept in a luggage bag), my iMac computer, and all my DVDs in a pretty small space.

A little while into the dream, I got a call on my cell phone from Brent Thomas, who told me that I was to move out of the house that night (it was in the middle of the night in the dream).

I gathered my things and went outside. By the time I got there, a black sports car (which turned red by the end of the dream) was there waiting for me. Without checking with the driver, I walked to the back of the car and managed to open the trunk and place most of my things in there. I then, oddly enough, decided to put all my DVDs in a see-through shelf, so I pulled all of them out of my binder, put them in their boxes, and then crammed them into this glass and transparent plastic shelf. This was taking longer than I had expected and, because the car had been running the whole time, the driver walked out to see what I was doing. I then found out that Joanna Suter was the driver and, fortunately, was patient with me. I looked into the tinted side window and saw Jason sitting in the passenger seat, smiling at nobody.

Then I awoke.

Dream #325 (February 4, 2010)

This was violent and, in a later dream, interesting.

The first part of the dream took place in farm country. Jason and Allyssa Suter and I were all very evil people. We had killed many, robbed from even more, and had vandalized random properties all over the land. During the dream, we ransacked a church, killed a few people in there with knives, then began destroying the place (I don't know where this violence comes from). Then I walked outside for a little fresh air. In a few moments, I noticed some furniture flying from the window of a loft in the church (it was an old white church that resembled a farm house). Couches, pews, lamps, and hymnals came flying from there. At one point an upright piano was even pushed out, which was when I noticed that it was Jason who was doing all of this.

I decided to assist him in the destruction by lighting the church on fire. We ran out and watched the place burn for a bit. Then, in a field nearby, we noticed a photographer snapping photos. Nervous that we would get caught, we chased after her.

It was then that I began feeling very guilty about my lifestyle choice. I was darkly evil, but I was beginning to see the light. I began misleading Jason and Allyssa, allowing the photographer to evade the three of us. After a long chase, Jason, Allyssa, and I camped in a pavilion with several picnic tables inside.

After waiting for Jason and Allyssa to fall asleep, I snuck away and tracked down the photographer, who was actually camping in another pavilion nearby. I asked her where she was from and what she was doing, hoping that she was going to expose my evil to the world that I may someday be clean of it. However, to my dismay and anger, I discovered that this photographer was no saint herself. She was actually taking pictures of the destruction so that she could learn from it and become a better destroyer of things. I was infuriated and my evil side took over again. I strangled the woman to death and smashed her camera. That was an intense moment that I never want to relive (I can't believe I was so murderous in the dream).

I finally switched to a different dream.

I was staying overnight with Kevin Chupp and Mike (my brother). In the dream they were rooming together in a dorm at Bethel college. This dorm room was bigger than most I have experienced. I had a bedroom, a kitchen, a dining room, a living room, and a shower room (that had about six showers in it).

As we were preparing for bed, Mrs. Awald (my former high school Biology teacher) walked in with some strongmen, who began a thorough search of the dorm room. As they were tearing the place apart, I asked Mrs. Awald why they were doing what they were doing, and she told me that they were removing any item that had a hint of the color orange on it because scientists had recently discovered that "orange causes cancer." That terrified me, for I love the color orange, and they were taking many valuable things from Kevin and Mike (including Kevin's guitar, some dinnerware, and many books, among other things). I walked out the back door of the apartment, which led outside, and found a great heap of orange items. My eyes were immediately drawn to a very nice speaker set that was most likely worth thousands of dollars. What a waste.

Then I awoke.

Dream #324 (February 3, 2010)

This was really long, but it's been a while, so I'll keep it brief.

Basically, I was in a musical. Well, I had a small part (I was a butler in a fancy house in this romance musical based in 1700s England). My main goal was to video record the parts of the musical I was not acting in (which was most of it). I would get right up on stage with my camera for close ups, all while wearing my outfit and, when the time came, I would run and set my camera backstage and enter at the appropriate time.

After rehearsal, I went to my grandfather's house (the musical was going on in Fort Wayne, Indiana, which is where my grandfather lives). My little brother and I were staying at his house (though, in the dream, the house was enormous compared to his real home). As we were preparing to sleep in the king-sized beds with daisy-colored comforters, we each ate a bowl of macaroni. We started horsing around and, before we could finish our food, we had spilled it all over the nice beds. My grandpa then kicked us out of his house (which he would never do in real life, at least, not for such a minor offense).

Mike and I split up. I don't know where he went, but I went into the city (which looked more like eighteenth century England than modern-day Fort Wayne) and moved into the actor housing (which was a wooden dorm with a bunch of bunk beds. I laid down on a bottom bunk (which is weird, for I always pick the top if I have the option), and was the only one in the room until Brad Marks and a woman friend of his walked in and sat down together in the bunk above me. They were quite chatty, and I didn't get much sleep.

The next day I went to a party that the other main actors were having. Lenny Walsh and Michelle (both Regent students) were hosting the party. Lenny pulled out a TV on a cart and played a kids movie. Then, as all the other actors were joking around, I began making some 'clever' remarks, which made all of the actors laugh. Before they hadn't even noticed me, but by the end of the party I was the star. I even dressed up in a giant black tube and danced around for the entertainment of my new friends.

I soon awoke after the tube dance.