Dream #382 (April 25, 2011)

I had a dream last night. Ain't that somethin'?

I was climbing a great wooden tower maze. Hundreds of people began the maze at the same time at the bottom of the wooden tower. After a starter pistol was fired by a person I couldn't see, everyone began to frantically make their way up the tower.

Once inside the first wooden doorway, there were several different paths that one could take. Strangely enough, the entire maze was lit by daylight.

I pushed my way through various pathways and stairwells that led me upwards. Eventually there were fewer and fewer people clogging the maze, and I was able to take my time and calculate which direction I should take.

When I neared the top, I ran into what many thought to be a dead end (I had passed about ten people who had turned around from there). I got to the actual dead end, I saw Shana Beers trying to decipher a code on the wall. She soon became frustrated and gave up, and she made her way back down the stairwell. I was alone at the dead end, but I somehow knew that there was more to what was in front of me than a merely a wooden wall.

I turned to the code on the wall and pushed a button in. Nothing happened that I could see. I walked back over to the wall and pushed it. It wouldn't budge. Then I jumped up and smacked the top. It folded over!

I jumped up into the air and held my body there by pushing my hands and feet against the wall (a move like to do in hallways, though others don't appreciate the shoe marks I leave on the walls). I spider-crawled up to the wood flap I had discovered and launched my body into it. I landed on a curly slide that took me down quite a ways and dropped me into a room that looked like a cabin. By the time I had actually made it to the slide, others had discovered what I had uncovered, and they followed me into the room. They were all males, and one of them was Adam Pflugshaupt and Matt Boyle.

When I stood up after being dumped on the ground by the slide, I began to search the room. I found many old artifacts (old books, a suit of armor, a special staff, etc.). Then I walked over to a great desk and discovered a treasure chest underneath it. Adam and Matt helped me pull it from the desk once they recovered from their fall. We began to try to find a way out. We decided we would have to leap out the window, so I crawled up to the opening (which was about eight feet above the floor), and discovered that we were only about twenty feet about the ground.

Then I switched over to a different dream.

I was in Oregon-Davis Elementary School. I had just finished substitute teaching a class (I was actually a substitute for an aid, not the real teacher), and I walked into a nearby empty and dark classroom, where I began writing letters on the chalkboard.

Soon afterward, an old classmate of mine, James Minker (whom I haven't seen for four years or so), walked into the room with a box of action figures. I looked and found a toy archer that actually shot bb's out of a little toy shotgun (I know I said archer; he had a bow on his back and resembled one of Robin Hood's men, but he happened to have a shotgun). James set up a target on the chalkboard. He took the first attempt and didn't even hit the chalkboard. I though I could do a better job. I missed that entire wall, shooting the bb into another part of the room altogether. I was ashamed of my efforts, so I wanted to try again. However, the gun kept slipping from the archer's hand, so I could never get another shot off.

Then I saw my mother at the door of the classroom that led to the parking lot. I told James that I had to go, and I followed my mom to her Buick, where my younger brother (Mike Baughman) was waiting for me. I asked where my dad was, and my mom said he was at the high school. She drove over there and I saw my dad wearing a Batman cape and mask, flapping it about, trying to entertain the high schoolers walking about. He saw my mom pull up and he ran and jumped into the car.

As we were leaving, I saw Phil Bridges (with whom I recorded an old folk music album) dressed in a Mexican blanket and a sombrero.

The road was packed with cars, and my mom told me that I should have left the school earlier so that we could have beat the traffic.

Then I entered a different dream.

I was in a room with Ryan Sweeney (a former classmate at Oregon-Davis). We had just finished shooting a video for a school project of his when Justin Egger, Brandon Johnston, and Austen Corneil walked in and told me that they, too, wanted to shoot a video.

We all sat down on a couch and began discussing various ideas. I said we should use a cheesy 80's red tint. Then a janitor walked past us and told us he like our ideas. Then he informed us that a bunch of high schoolers were coming into the building soon.

He was right. Tons of teens walked in, wearing their hip clothes and sunglasses. Most of them went into a neighboring room and began eating pizza. A couple of guys, though, began shooting a video right beside us. I overheard one of them (who was Vietnamese) say, "We should see the main guy's face and cut the other guy's face off right at the nose." I thought that would look hideous, but Austen told the guy he really liked that idea.

Then I awoke.

Dream #381 (April 24, 2011)

This isn't as bonkers as the previous dream, but it's still a bit interesting.

I was in some dark theater reading for quite some time.

After I had read a couple of chapters in some crappy crime thriller novel, I was interrupted by a blonde-haired young man who informed me that I had got the lead role in a big-budget film that was going to be directed by David Garcia (a former professor of mine). I was excited, and a bit nervous as well, for I wasn't sure how good of an actor I would be (I've always wanted to give it a shot, but most people I know can't take me seriously).

Then time jumped forward. I was on a stage with all of the other actors where Mr. Garcia was having us rehearse the film in front of a live audience. Suddenly, I realized that I had not even read my lines (other than those on the first page), and I became filled with fear and shame. Then, my turn to speak came. I got my first line right, fortunately, but I knew that I wouldn't get so lucky again. Then I remembered that it was only a rehearsal and not the real film, so I was able to relax a bit (though I still felt bad for not knowing my lines for the audience).

I jumped forward in time yet again.

I was in a field outside of a schoolhouse. People were running around aimlessly, in all directions. It was so chaotic that it looked organized (if that makes any sense to anyone else but myself). I walked across the field, effortlessly avoiding contact with the crazy sprinters. I met Terry Pucel in the center of the field and talked with him a bit.

Then everyone who was outside immediately formed into a straight line and walked into a nearby building. I followed them.

We were in a long and narrow theater, where David Garcia was presenting the film he had directed that I had starred in. I was anxious to view my performance on screen, for I hadn't seen the film yet. The lights dimmed, and the opening music faded in.

Then I awoke.

Dream #380 (April 23, 2011)

This was nuts.

I first dreamt that I was inside of some space station in the future. Things were quite normal for a while (for the future, that is). People and robots were walking about, doing various tasks (just like at any space station). There were thousands of people there.

I was just a janitor on the spaceship. I took a break from mopping the shiny metallic floor and took a peak out of the great window that looked out to the stars. The view was breathtaking, but I didn't enjoy it for long.

A burst of smoke obstructed my view, then the glass cracked before me. I put on some special breathing device as the air in the station began to flow out the window. I ran and took cover under a computer desk as the smoke filled the room.

After about a minute, the fog lifted, revealing several X-Men characters, including Wolverine, Storm, Cyclops, Beast, and Gambit. There were several other mutants that are most likely not X-Men characters, but originals of my subconscious.

Contrary to the X-Men comic, these mutants were villains (or maybe I was a villain). They had come to destroy the space station, and they began by killing several of the workers wearing grey suits. Storm would bring in a cloud and lift up the victims as the other mutants used their various powers to slay them.

I decided to take action. I snuck over to a nearby computer and entered in a bunch of data. Somehow, the result was a crazy electrical explosion that blew near the mutants and electrocuted them. The only one not defeated by the shock was Gambit, who quickly discovered my whereabouts. He began throwing his pink, glowing cards at me.

Then I switched over to a different dream.

I was working with a bunch of my former Oregon-Davis High School classmates (Adam Pflugshaupt, Brandon Johnston, Andrew Jensen, and Alik Hall). We were putting up an enormous State Farm insurance ad on a billboard on a tall hill above a highway. The ad had the picture of a happy, good looking, middle-aged man in a suit.

My job was to climb the ladder and apply the sticky substance to the billboard while the others managed to put up the actual poster. After several minutes of tough work, it was time for lunch.

I climbed down from the ladder and joined up with my friends to talk about where we wanted to eat. They decided on Applebee's. It didn't really matter for me, because I had brought edible clothes. Yup. My pants, suit jacket, and tie were all made out of gummy candy (like Fruit Roll-Ups). Adam and Andrew thought that was hilarious and they mentioned they wanted as many people as possible to see me eat what I was wearing.

Then I awoke.

Dream #379 (April 22, 2011)

This will be a short description, for I've forgotten the majority of this dream over the past few days.

I dreamt that I was with Roderick Hoffman (missionary from South Africa to Benton Harbor, Michigan) and his wife in a school. Roderick was preaching a sermon to the kids, and he was wearing a bright white suit.

I eventually awoke. I'm sorry for the lack of detail.

Dream #378 (April 21, 2011)

Here is another Prairie Camp dream.

I began the dream inside of the Retreat Center at Prairie Camp. Because of the quickly approaching bad weather, all of the campers were in the basement instead of in their dorms.

Suddenly all of the lights went out. I heard a shrill yell coming from the kitchen, so I ran over there as fast as I could in the dark. There I found Lois Jean, the camp cook, dimly lit by an eerie light coming from outside. I soon saw the source of her fear: a daunting funnel cloud.

Before I could react, the tornado ripped through the camp. The retreat center was lifted up from the ground a few feet. The drop shook the whole place, causing widespread panic in all those staying there.

I reacted quickly. I ran to the front of the building and felt around until I found my luggage bag. I opened it up and pulled out my headlamp. I thought I had left it in the car, but fortunately I had not.

I walked about the Retreat Center and helped people regain their bearings. After a while, the weather calmed down. The night was over, and another day of camp had begun.

The campers all walked over to the Century House to have breakfast (I'm not sure why they didn't go to the cafeteria). As I was about to walk over there, I received a call from Morgan Ferch's mother (Morgan is a camp counselor). She told me that Morgan was traveling from California, and that the bad weather had delayed her trip. I asked why she had scheduled to work a week of camp right after a returning from California, and Terri told me that it was an unexpected trip.

After hanging up, I walked over to the pavilion by the snack shack and found some members of the de Araujo family (Nicolas and his mom, who is a camp nurse, and dad) eating a picnic. I talked to them for a while, then saw David, Carrie, and Stella Badertscher playing by the snack shack. I walked over to them and Stella began talking to me. However, going against my expectations, she began insulting me, then laughing about it. Then David and Carrie began talking about how proud they were of Stella's verbal abilities.

Then I awoke.

Dream #377 (April 20, 2011)

This was crazy.

The dream had two very different stories going on, yet they were happening simultaneously. I'll begin with the slightly more normal one.

I was living with Jon Andrew Castleberry in Virginia Beach. We were getting ready to put on a huge concert, for our latest album was a hit. In the band were the two of us and Kevin Chupp and my little brother Mike Baughman. We sounded a bit like Fleet Foxes, but better (we were pretty awesome in the dream). When the dream began, Jon Andrew and I were sitting at his kitchen table looking over our budget for the concert, trying to decide which fancy things we should have there (lighting, balloons, streamers, etc.). After a while, we began discussing jobs. Jon Andrew mention that he had a tough time finding work after college.

Suddenly his aunt walked in (I'm not sure he has an aunt; if he does, I most likely haven't met her). She said, "When I finished college, I went to prison. You might as well do that the way jobs are these days." Jon Andrew actually seriously considered her advice.

Then I had to leave the kitchen and meet somebody at a small parking garage.

When I left, I became Daniel Smith (also known as Brother Danielson from the Danielson Famile). I met up with actress Charlotte Gainsbourg and we talked about how were were going to take down the city's largest and most hated crime lord, Christoph Waltz. Our plan was for me to fake my death. I had a prosthetic leg in the dream, so I was going to act like it ripped off my body so I could get Christoph to disregard me as a threat.

Charlotte and I entered the parking garage and busted into a meeting of crime lords from various cities. Christoph chased me out of the room shooting at me. I set of a fake explosion and threw my prosthetic leg across the room and laid down on the ground acting as if I was dying.

Christoph then shot me in the arm and left me there to die. I don't know why he didn't kill me or why he believed that my leg blew off.

Shortly afterward, Charlotte met up with me and dragged me out of the garage. I told her that I had to practice for the big concert I was a part of and that I would meet up with her later to discuss our future plans of taking down Christoph Waltz's crime empire.

I met up with Jon Andrew, Kevin, and Mike in an attic. Kevin and Jon Andrew played acoustic guitars, Mike played various percussion instruments, and I played the accordion. We all sang simultaneously and we sounded amazing. We were ready to perform. Charlotte had watched us practice and she informed me that she was excited for the concert (she is a musician as well, by the way).

Then I awoke.

Dream #376 (April 19, 2011)

I just realized that I marked the last several dreams as from 2010.

I dreamt that I was inside of an old trailer that was a part of a larger trailer park. I was extremely poor, and I was living with Kyle Heffelfinger. We were both dressed in rags. Kyle looked fairly normal, but I had a long beard and long, greasy hair and was even more skinny than I already am.

We were cooking up some eggs on the stove, but instead of using a pan, we used a hat.

We ate our breakfast and sat and looked out at the junky trailers around ours. There was no grass to be seen, for sand and dust had taken over the area.

I eventually awoke.