Dream #375 (April 18, 2011)

Another dream.

I was in a snowy wonderland. I was standing outside of a cabin-like house in three feet of snow, watching the waters of the river in front of me run beneath a sheet of ice. It was fascinating.

My spectating was soon finished, for I had to go back to work. I was surveying the edge of the river in the dream, along with my co-workers Andrew Jensen (former Oregon-Davis High School classmate) and Kyle and Kody Heffelfinger. Andrew led the way, carrying a long tape measure. I followed him, tying orange ribbon on various branches along the way that Andrew would mark out. Kody and Kyle were behind us, riding a jeep. I'm not sure what exactly their purpose was. Then Andrew got a call on his walkie talkie; it was our employer ordering me to return to the starting position to fix the base we had set up there.

I took the Heffelfinger jeep and rode it back to the base, which took much longer than I had anticipated. When I finally did return, I found that the base had been knocked over, and it appeared that a living creature was at fault, for we had secured it well before we left. I fixed it quickly, then noticed a trail leading through the tall weeds by the river. I followed the trail and came out above the river. There, on the other side, was Kelsey Minix (a former high school classmate of my little brother). She had crossed the river by means of a fallen tree. I yelled across the river (which was quite loud), and she turned around and waved. I asked why she had knocked over our base, and she turned around and continued on her way.

I walked back to the base confused, then sat down and waited for the others to return. My wait was long and boring.

Finally, Kody came riding a four-wheeler, pulling Kyle and Andrew in sleds behind him.

Then I entered a different dream. I was in the parking lot of a shopping complex, sitting in a forest green van. I was waiting for something.

Then I awoke.

Dream #374 (April 17, 2011)

A simple dream.

I dreamt that I was living in a campground somewhere on the east coast. It was dark outside, but I could not sleep.

I walked outside my camper and saw how beautiful the area was. There were no other campers or tents or people anywhere. I was alone, but I enjoyed it. I immediately packed up my camper (it collapsed into a very small box that trailed behind my car) (I had a blue car by the way), and left the site.

As I drove through the grass (there were no roads), I looked at the beautiful scenery. The grass was deep green. The pines were dark, yet welcoming. The sky was a soft purple.

I thought about how sad I would be in a few hours when the sun would rise and take away the beauty I was seeing.

As the color in the sky began to fade, I saw a busy toll road off in the distance. I knew that I had a long drive ahead of me.

Then I awoke.

Dream #373 (April 14, 2011)

I'm finally back to the present dream. Hopefully I'll pickup the consistency I had in March.

I first dreamt that I was in a large auditorium. I was with a bunch of people that I don't know, and we were watching young people perform music (Justin Bieber, among other teenage performers I don't know). I apparently was some sort of judge, for I was filling out a bunch of paperwork about how the performers were performing.

I suddenly warped into a swimming pool locker room were I was putting my possessions in a blue locker. All of the other lockers were red.

Then I jumped back to the auditorium. Jessica Smith walked up behind me. I turned and asked her if Scout and the Finches were going to perform. She looked annoyed at me and told me that they weren't a real band and that they were on an "indefinite hiatus."

I apologized, then went back to judging an awful teenage chic singing some poppy trash.

Then I jumped into another scene. I was baby-sitting Lucy Kreider and Stella Badertscher with Ryan Jackson (former Oregon-Davis High School classmate). Soon Jessica Smith was dropped off by her dad (Wyatt). Right when she arrived, I immediately asked her about Scout and the Finches and she again became annoyed with me. She told me to quit talking about that band. As she did so, I was running around, trying to get Stella to go to bed (it was very late).

Suddenly, I heard a strange noise. I turned around and saw that Ryan had put Lucy on a grocery cart (she was standing up on it), and had pushed it hard right into the wall. Right after he did so, he ran away. Luckily Jessica was there to catch Lucy. She looked back at me and shook her head. She looked so disappointed in me. She set Lucy down and told her to go to bed, then she left.

I picked up the toddler and smelled that poopy diaper smell. I had never changed a baby before, and I didn't know what to do, so I set her down in her crib with her poopy diaper still on and told her to go to bed.

Then I awoke.

Dream #372 (April 9, 2011)

It's been a while since this dream happened, so it's description will be brief.

I dreamt that I traveled to Narnia with my brother Mike Baughman. We were on a ship that resembled the outlet mall in Michigan City (it was very strange; the boat was made of concrete and it had little stores on it). We were fighting a bunch of pirates on the boat. I remember that everybody had orange popsicles and were eating them as they fought.

Suddenly Aslan the lion jumped up onto the boat and ordered that we decapitate everyone on the boat (something that character would never command).

That's all I remember. I awoke eventually.

Dream #371 (April 6, 2011)

I'm sorry for the great delay in my dreams. It's been over a week since my last update. Here's one that I never had the chance to blog from last week.

I was inside of a Goodwill store with Jon Andrew Castleberry and Dan Jeter (friends from Virginia Beach). We walked to the used VHS section and snuck into a secret closet behind an aisle there. Inside the tights space we had a meeting at a little square table in the center of four walls of bookshelves. Above us was a single tungsten light bulb.

We began discussing Chapter 0 together (a stop-motion film we were working on at the time). After a bit of this, I decided to take a quick walk around the store. I walked out of the small closet and saw a bunch of people that I recognized; however, nobody recognized me due to my beard (this is the first dream in which I had a beard, and it was much longer that it is in real life). I saw several people I have worked with over the years (Kathy Ryman, Donna from St. Mark, and many of my parents' older friends). Finally, a guy who looked like Dave Garcia, but whom I recognized in the dream as a man from a previous dream I had dreamt, knew who I was and shook my hand.

Then I went and looked at the Apple Trailers posters that were on display. I could actually watch the entire trailer on the wall of the store. The first one I watched was for Winnie The Pooh. It looked like a fun movie. Then I saw a bunch of science fiction films. I chose one and began to watch it. I was immediately sucked into it.

I was in the movie trailer, though I thought it was real at the time.

I was a spaceman, a lovable rogue. There was an evil emperor in the dream that drove around in his enormous spaceship and destroyed whole races of people. He was a big slimy creature, resembling Jabba the Hutt. His children, which resembled larva with eyeballs, were on the ship with him. They always sat at a large dinner table filled with food. They were disgusting looking and constantly had pus flowing from them.

The evil emperor was so arrogant that he sent out a proclamation claiming that if anybody defeated him, they could have his larva children, who were the heirs to the throne of the galaxy. I wanted badly to defeat the guy, but I definitely didn't want his children.

I sat with a few friends (none of them are from real life; one of them might have been the green Power Ranger, even though I've only seen a few episodes in my lifetime) on the edge of space (it was a patch of grass that overlooked the stars; it was a beautiful sight). My friends were asking me if I was going to accept the challenge. I said, "I must."

Then I awoke.

Dream #370 (April 2, 2011)

Here is last night's dream.

I dreamt that I was attending a large conference about youth ministry. There were thousands of people there, yet the seating was simply folding chairs placed out over the vast room. I was near the middle of the seats, and it was very difficult for me to see what was going on.

I soon heard the speaker welcome the Rolling Stones to the stage. People went crazy with applause as they ran out from backstage and began jamming. I wondered what they had to do with youth ministry and why they were performing there.

After that was over, there was an intermission. I walked out into the hall (it was nicely carpeted and beautifully decorated) and began talking with some other youth workers.

Then I awoke, but not in real life. I had just had a dream within a dream.

I found myself in a strange house, unlike any house I can remember. I was sleeping on the floor with my little brother Mike Baughman. Jacob and Josh Cavinder (Oregon-Davis classmates) were there sleeping on a couple of couches. Jacob saw that I was awake and began asking me how things were going. I told him about some of the videos I had been working on, but as I did so, he kept karate chopping me with both of his hands in the left and right sides of my neck. It hurt badly, and I asked him what he was doing. He told me it was a move he had learned in the Army.

I realized that it was still nighttime, so I decided to go back to sleep. As I tried to do so, I heard Josh and Jacob's mother walk into the house. She began talking with my mom, and they were quite loud. She was there to pick up her sons and take them home, but it took her a while to complete her task, for my mom was talkative at the time.

Eventually the boys left and Mike and I took over the couches.

I fell back asleep.

I was at another youth conference. This one was in a concrete building that was quite cold. I was walking around the inside with another person that I don't know now, and we both had Slurpee's; mine was red raspberry flavored, and the other person's was grape. We each went to the bathroom, then walked back to the main entrance. There we saw a bunch of security guards standing in front of bolted double doors. Outside, past another set of locked doors, were hundreds of people waiting to get in.

I don't know how I had made it inside, but I was able to listen in to the security guard's conversation. One of them, an tall, overweight man with a gut that fell to his knees, had the idea to tell the people there that the show was going to be a bunch of naked men so that they would go home and the security guards wouldn't have to work, and they would get the Rolling Stones (who were supposed to play at this conference as well) to themselves. The others laughed, but then they decided to actually go through with the plan.

The big guy went on a loudspeaker that reached the crowd outside. He said that the show had been changed to naked men dancing. Then the doors were opened. Surprisingly, all the youth workers, except a few young guys, ran into the building to get seats. Had they heard the message and ignored it, or had they heard the message and accepted it? Or did they not hear it at all?

Anyway, the place began to fill with people. The person I was with and I realized that we should get our seats soon if we wanted good ones. We rushed into the auditorium, but it was already jam packed full of people, with no seats available. I saw Eric and Emily de Araujo and their parents there and was surprised that they had ignored the message about naked men.

The person I was with and I stood and watched the opening of the show. A bunch of women wearing orange shorts and t-shirts ran and took the stage and began dancing, preparing the way for the Rolling Stones. It was obnoxious, so we decided to leave the auditorium.

Out in the hallway, there were bleachers set up, and hundreds of people were sitting there, even though they were simply looking at a white wall.

I took a large sip of my red raspberry Slurpee.

Then I awoke.

Dream #369 (April 1, 2011)

Another month, another dream.

I dreamt that I had gone to visit my brother Matt Baughman in Washington. In this dream, he lived in a fancily decorated mansion, and there were all kinds of upper class guests wearing tuxedos at his home.

I was talking with a few of them about their various businesses they owned when Matt entered and informed us he wanted to watch a movie.

Then I either entered a different dream/began watching the movie.

I was in a war-torn city. People were running around with guns all over the place. Women were screaming; babies were crying. It was awful.

I was on the roof of an old concrete building and witnessed Neil Silveus (Bethel Friend) swing down from a building opposite of mine as he shot down several people. He looked up at me and waved.

Then I began to see from the perspective of a kid in the movie. He was an adventuress type, and he was hanging out with his friend: a goofy kid with large glasses. They ran around a playground (that resembled an amusement park with no roller coasters or people) for a while, then climbed up a tall, white curly slide. When they reached the top, they discovered some drugs. The kid with glasses immediately expressed his opinion that they should stay away from the drugs, but the adventurous kid wanted to give them a try. After some argument, he convinced the goofy kid that they should both take the drugs, which they did.

Then a mobster that knew the boys shouted up at them and asked them what they were doing. Somehow the adventurous kid convinced him that they just had the flew. After that, the boys went down from the slide (they took the stairs for some reason) and appeared on a fancy train.

They used more of the drugs. There were older women on the train that had joined them, and they too were trashed. The boy with glasses took another dose and began to spin about. Suddenly, he vomited and fell to the ground and began shaking. The other boy ran over to him and watched him die.

The scene went back to the top of the curly slide in the middle of the night where the adventurous boy was weeping.

Then I awoke.