This was crazy.
Last night I dreamt that I was in a labyrinth made of washing machines, fluorescent lights, and grayish blue hallways. There were only occasional signs of life apart from me, for some people wearing black hooded sweatshirts passed me in the hallway as I wandered.
The first room I entered contained several washing machines. Kevin Chupp was there, along with hundreds of baskets of clothes. He was taking the dirty clothes, folding them, then placing them into the washing machines. It was his duty.
I asked him why he was doing what he was doing. He turned to me and said that I would potentially be stuck for a year inside of an accursed ancient Egyptian tomb. There was very little chance that I could escape this fate.
I left the room bewildered. As I wandered further down the hall, I fell through as tile in the floor, down a flight of stairs, and into a red and orange room lit by candles and oil lamps. There was a young, black-haired female in the room building Lego's. I happened to fall onto a table (which collapsed under me) that contained many of her creations. The pieces were scattered all over the floor, but it didn't seem to bother her.
I then realized that I was in the Egyptian tomb. There were hieroglyphs all about me, though I knew before seeing those, due to Kevin's prophecy. I rushed over to the young woman and tried to get her attention, but she was so involved with her building that she didn't even recognize my existence. I cried out for help and, to my surprise, Stephen Merchant appeared from behind a wall and greeted us. The woman still paid no attention.
Stephen pulled out a crazy-looking cell phone (it had exposed wires, several antennas, and hundreds of buttons) and held it up to the Lego creations. He informed me that if he scanned every one of the Lego creations, we could escape the room before the curse had any effect. We had one hour.
I then realized why the woman was so involved in her work. I also realized that me falling on the Lego sets that were on the table was quite a tragedy, for I had to rebuild those sets. I dove to the floor and began building frantically. My hands were shaking, for I was very nervous. Even so, my great experience with Lego's won in the end, and I was able to rebuild successfully.
When Stephen scanned all of the pictures, the door to the stairs was again opened. It was then that the young woman finally acknowledged me. The thanked me for my assistance, and she thanked Stephen. Then Stephen told us that our troubles weren't over, for there was an army of soldiers with Nerf guns waiting outside, ready to shoot.
I then knew what I had to do. I shook the hands of Stephen and the woman and walked up the stairs (the stairs looked similar to the stairs in my parents' home) and burst out the door into the backyard (which was my parents' backyard). I leaped over a rail and spread my arms and legs, and I caught hundreds of Nerf bullets on my body (not a square inch of my skin or of my clothing was showing, for I was literally covered head to toe in bullets). I had made the ultimate sacrifice. Because of what I had done, everyone had to reload, and the woman and Stephen were able to rush out. They were also armed with Nerf guns, but they had rapid fire capabilities, so they took out dozens of soldiers as they made their way to the woods. I was happy for them.
Following them out of the house were several people with whom I had worked at Prairie Camp, including Jacob Bartlett, who went nuts, screaming and firing all over the place without little to no grace.
Then, for some reason, I realized that this was only a Nerf war, and that I was not really dead, so I got up and walked around the great battle that was taking place, as if I were invisible. I saw Aaron Cavinder being a poor sport, so I told him he had to quit the game.
Then I saw that some teenagers had snuck into the yard carrying AK-47-shaped airsoft guns. They saw that I had noticed them, and they began to fire at me. I ran away, dodging bullets (only getting hit once in the shirt, but not on the body). I found my way into the woods and hid underneath a great root of a large tree.
I had evaded the teens. Then I noticed a glowing building in the woods that I had never seen there before, I walked up to it cautiously and, when I saw nobody about it, walked inside.
I was back in the labyrinth in which I had begun the dream. However, this time I entered the room next to the laundry room in which Kevin was washing folded clothes. There I found a seminar taking place being led by Norm Dial. I stood outside and listened. As I stood there, I was greeted by Joel and Melissa Moyer (former Prairie Camp campers that I've known for several years). I asked them how they were doing.
Then I awoke.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Dream #428 (January 1, 2012)
I had to post my first dream of the new year.
I was living in a communal society inside of a Target store. No one in the community was allowed outside, and the store lights were always kept dim.
In this store-dwelling communal society, I had no friends. I spent my time wandering the aisles, looking at the various products that we weren't allowed to touch.
A little while into the dream, three hipsters ran into me and began asking me about my movie and music taste. Some of my responses seemed to please them, and they tried to pull me into their little group. However, they were hipsters, and in the dream, I couldn't stand them. They always talked about trivial things as if they held great importance, though they thought they were so much wiser than the rest of the store-dwellers.
As I worked hard at avoiding these hipsters, I found my way into a bar inside the Target. When I found a quiet place to sit down, dozens of televisions inside the bar suddenly turned from playing various athletic events to playing breaking news concerning Thom Yorke of Radiohead.
Apparently, scientists had discovered that Thom was from another planet. However, he hadn't come to destroy Earth (as I had predicted), but, rather, he came with a power of healing. Thom (who could turn his skin green at will) had long needles that extended from his fingertips. He was caught in a children's hospital sticking his needles into the heads of children with brain tumors. This, as was reported, frightened the nurses at first, but they soon discovered that Thom had cured the kids completely with his needles.
Thom's healing powers amazed me (though I wasn't too surprised that he was an alien), and everyone else in the bar shouting for joy at the discovery.
Then I awoke.
I was living in a communal society inside of a Target store. No one in the community was allowed outside, and the store lights were always kept dim.
In this store-dwelling communal society, I had no friends. I spent my time wandering the aisles, looking at the various products that we weren't allowed to touch.
A little while into the dream, three hipsters ran into me and began asking me about my movie and music taste. Some of my responses seemed to please them, and they tried to pull me into their little group. However, they were hipsters, and in the dream, I couldn't stand them. They always talked about trivial things as if they held great importance, though they thought they were so much wiser than the rest of the store-dwellers.
As I worked hard at avoiding these hipsters, I found my way into a bar inside the Target. When I found a quiet place to sit down, dozens of televisions inside the bar suddenly turned from playing various athletic events to playing breaking news concerning Thom Yorke of Radiohead.
Apparently, scientists had discovered that Thom was from another planet. However, he hadn't come to destroy Earth (as I had predicted), but, rather, he came with a power of healing. Thom (who could turn his skin green at will) had long needles that extended from his fingertips. He was caught in a children's hospital sticking his needles into the heads of children with brain tumors. This, as was reported, frightened the nurses at first, but they soon discovered that Thom had cured the kids completely with his needles.
Thom's healing powers amazed me (though I wasn't too surprised that he was an alien), and everyone else in the bar shouting for joy at the discovery.
Then I awoke.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Dream #427 (December 22, 2011)
This was odd.
I dreamt that I returned to my old home (in my dream, not in real life) after being at war oversees for many years. The house was not as I had left it. It was dark, dismal, and damp inside. Vines were growing all about the outside and inside of the house. A fog was seeping from the floors. There was no electricity. As I walked about the place, I felt as if all I had known had disintegrated.
But then my hope was rekindled. A woman I had known before entered the home and welcomed me back. She looked unkept and slightly out of her mind. She proceeded to pull down some books of old photographs from a dusty shelf in the room next to the kitchen (which had walls green from mold). We sat down at the kitchen table (covered in cobwebs) and looked them over. There were pictures of me when I ran track in high school. There were also some of me as a young man, looking full of potential. But then the photos stopped being pleasant. The rest were not exposed well, and they were all so dark the images couldn't be seen as they should have been.
Then a young man and woman walked in and began listening to covers of John Lennon songs. I began telling them how good they were.
Then I entered a different, less depressing dream.
I found myself at an enormous building, like a mall, but far taller. There was a film shoot going on, and the filmmakers needed another actor. I agreed to help them out. Everybody was dressed in cowboy outfits (luckily I was as well). Then my scene came quickly with no explanation or instruction, other than the word "improvise." I began staggering toward the main character, who was preparing a large pot of spaghetti. I accidentally bumped him. As I fell to the ground, the pot of spaghetti and sauce flew up into the air and would have landed on me had I not rolled out of the way. Even though I wasn't directly hit, I still was covered with sauce after it splattered all about. I then crawled over to a refrigerator and tried using it to pull myself up, but it ended up falling on top of me with the door open.
The director came up to me and told me I was brilliant and said I could be done.
I wandered off the set and walked into a demolished building inside of the building I was in.
Then I awoke.
I dreamt that I returned to my old home (in my dream, not in real life) after being at war oversees for many years. The house was not as I had left it. It was dark, dismal, and damp inside. Vines were growing all about the outside and inside of the house. A fog was seeping from the floors. There was no electricity. As I walked about the place, I felt as if all I had known had disintegrated.
But then my hope was rekindled. A woman I had known before entered the home and welcomed me back. She looked unkept and slightly out of her mind. She proceeded to pull down some books of old photographs from a dusty shelf in the room next to the kitchen (which had walls green from mold). We sat down at the kitchen table (covered in cobwebs) and looked them over. There were pictures of me when I ran track in high school. There were also some of me as a young man, looking full of potential. But then the photos stopped being pleasant. The rest were not exposed well, and they were all so dark the images couldn't be seen as they should have been.
Then a young man and woman walked in and began listening to covers of John Lennon songs. I began telling them how good they were.
Then I entered a different, less depressing dream.
I found myself at an enormous building, like a mall, but far taller. There was a film shoot going on, and the filmmakers needed another actor. I agreed to help them out. Everybody was dressed in cowboy outfits (luckily I was as well). Then my scene came quickly with no explanation or instruction, other than the word "improvise." I began staggering toward the main character, who was preparing a large pot of spaghetti. I accidentally bumped him. As I fell to the ground, the pot of spaghetti and sauce flew up into the air and would have landed on me had I not rolled out of the way. Even though I wasn't directly hit, I still was covered with sauce after it splattered all about. I then crawled over to a refrigerator and tried using it to pull myself up, but it ended up falling on top of me with the door open.
The director came up to me and told me I was brilliant and said I could be done.
I wandered off the set and walked into a demolished building inside of the building I was in.
Then I awoke.
Dream #426 (December 21, 2011)
This was interesting.
I dreamt that I was, on a sunny afternoon, driving slowly down a lonely country road surrounded by corn fields. After driving for quite some time, several female bicyclists, all wearing the same outfit (baby blue jacket with yellow stripes down the arms, a matching baby blue helmet, and black spandex pants) began to pass me one at a time. They were moving fairly quickly, but I must have been driving very slowly for them to pass me as they did.
I began watching them, wondering what they were doing and why they all looked the same. I became so distracted that I was almost not moving at all.
The last female in the group stopped her bike beside me and asked me how I was doing. She had long black hair and looked about my age. I said I was alright, then I asked her what the occasion was for all the uniform bikers. She didn't answer me, but asked me if I wanted to hang out at her place.
I had nothing better to do, so I agreed. She then threw her bike in the back seat of my car and directed me to her home. We drove out of corn fields and into a housing development as she talked about everything from pets to cooking to post-secondary education.
We soon arrived at her place, which was a middle gray house with a modest back yard containing a trampoline and swimming pool. I park by the curb near the driveway, and followed her into her garage.
She began talking to me about her father's interest in boats and cars, and showed me some of his creations. Then she took me out back and we jumped on the trampoline for a bit.
After a short while, we returned to the garage, but right as we did so, her father returned home. He, a tall, overweight, harry man with an angry expression on his face, walked into the garage from the house and stared at me. Then his daughter, to my surprise, wrapped her arms around me and told her father how much she loved me. It was really strange, and I felt like I was being used as a tool of rebellion, so I began to back away. The father, who began to look like he was burning with invisible flames, pulled a shotgun off the wall of the garage and pointed it at me, screaming incoherently in a memorably gruff voice.
I sprinted out to my car and took off.
I spent the rest of my dream driving about, alone.
Then I awoke.
I dreamt that I was, on a sunny afternoon, driving slowly down a lonely country road surrounded by corn fields. After driving for quite some time, several female bicyclists, all wearing the same outfit (baby blue jacket with yellow stripes down the arms, a matching baby blue helmet, and black spandex pants) began to pass me one at a time. They were moving fairly quickly, but I must have been driving very slowly for them to pass me as they did.
I began watching them, wondering what they were doing and why they all looked the same. I became so distracted that I was almost not moving at all.
The last female in the group stopped her bike beside me and asked me how I was doing. She had long black hair and looked about my age. I said I was alright, then I asked her what the occasion was for all the uniform bikers. She didn't answer me, but asked me if I wanted to hang out at her place.
I had nothing better to do, so I agreed. She then threw her bike in the back seat of my car and directed me to her home. We drove out of corn fields and into a housing development as she talked about everything from pets to cooking to post-secondary education.
We soon arrived at her place, which was a middle gray house with a modest back yard containing a trampoline and swimming pool. I park by the curb near the driveway, and followed her into her garage.
She began talking to me about her father's interest in boats and cars, and showed me some of his creations. Then she took me out back and we jumped on the trampoline for a bit.
After a short while, we returned to the garage, but right as we did so, her father returned home. He, a tall, overweight, harry man with an angry expression on his face, walked into the garage from the house and stared at me. Then his daughter, to my surprise, wrapped her arms around me and told her father how much she loved me. It was really strange, and I felt like I was being used as a tool of rebellion, so I began to back away. The father, who began to look like he was burning with invisible flames, pulled a shotgun off the wall of the garage and pointed it at me, screaming incoherently in a memorably gruff voice.
I sprinted out to my car and took off.
I spent the rest of my dream driving about, alone.
Then I awoke.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Dream #425 (December 15, 2011)
I miss blogging these dreams regularly. Let me know if you want to continue reading them.
Last night I dreamt an interesting and strange dream. In the beginning, I went to an arcade with my grandfather (Duane Baughman). This arcade was much different from any arcade in the real world. It was fancy, like a high class hotel. There were great chandeliers, snazzy carpets, and and modern pieces of artwork placed about this three-story play place. There were waiters bringing people drinks and h'orderves. People were dressed nicely. Even I was wearing black slacks a white button-up shirt, a black vest, and a bow tie.
There were many fun games, and I had about fifty tokens to spend. I soon found my little brother playing a basketball game, and I wanted to join him (there were two hoops so that people could compete against each other). He had already put his tokens in, but I slid mine in quick enough so that I could join. The game cost three tokens; however, when I inserted the third, it told me if I wanted to apply that as credit to a future game. Apparently somebody had left a token in the game. I turned and saw Chuck Zook approach me, looking quite upset (his nostrils were flaring).
He came up and shoved me out of the way and began to play the game that I paid for (mostly). He said he had accidentally put four tokens into the slot. I then replied that I had paid two for that game and, because I wanted to play my brother, I was willing to give him a token to replace the one he had lost. He wouldn't listen and began to shoot basketballs as they fell down from the gate. I tried to get in front of him, but he kept pushing me out of the way.
Frustrated, I turned and left. However, it seemed that Chuck wasn't finished with me, for he rushed at me, fist clenched and eyes wild. He 'punched' my jaw (really, he just placed his fist on my face without too much force, which I thought was strange). He then picked me up and began hitting my back. All the while, I had my hands raised in the air, showing that I was not involved in this fight so that I wouldn't get kicked out of the awesome arcade.
Soon enough, some hefty guys in white suits came and carried Chuck away. He continued yelling at me; I could even hear faint cries as he was hauled past the thick metal doors that led out of the plaza.
I shrugged it off and Mike and I went to the second level. We found my Grandpa playing a Donkey Kong game and getting really into it (jumping up and down, shouting, etc.). After he lost that game, he went to the next game (a speed boat racing game) and joined a complete stranger (a heavy Italian man), who looked annoyed that somebody had joined his game.
Mike and I then continued to walk around. We found a hidden exit On the third floor that led out to the docks. It was dark and damp and dimly light, and a thick fog slowly moved through the atmosphere. As we walked, Mike asked me about the latest short story I had written, which was about a deranged fisherman who battled mutated fish men. We then entered another building, which ended up being yet another part of the grand arcade, though this part contained hotel rooms as well as arcade games for people who had come to game for several days.
Mike and I split up, and I went and explored some of the hotel rooms.
I found one door open to a room, and I entered. It was more like an apartment, or, at least, a more permanent place of residence. There were pictures on the wall, a large refrigerator with children's drawings, and other nicknacks. There were three young children present, but no parents.
The oldest of the three, a young girl wearing an eloquent dress, approached me and welcomed me into their home. She began showing me some of the pictures and describing the back story to each one. Then she opened up the fridge and invited me to partake in the family's food. She said her mother wouldn't mind. All the while I was a bit nervous, for I didn't want the mother to walk in on me alone with her kids, for that wouldn't look too good (though I had no bad intentions).
Then the younger boys began playing a game of tag, and I joined in. It was such fun, and I felt like I was a young child. Suddenly, the mother walked in. I was startled, but to my surprise, she was not angry with me. She was just as kind as her daughter, and she thanked me for entertaining her kids while I was gone.
As she talked to me about how the father had left them, the youngest boy managed to get into the trash, covering himself with spaghetti sauce in the process. He was a mess. I soon found out that he was still in the mindset of tag, for he ran up to me and slapped my leg (still covered by nice black slacks) with a hand covered in red sauce. It would surely stain. The mother then ran and grabbed some honey and poured it on my pants, saying that honey prevents red foods from staining. I believed her.
Then, as I was about to depart, the youngest boys came and gave me a hug. It was then that I noticed that both the boys had small red spots all over their bodies, for they had chicken pox.
I left the room and wandered outside for a while. I found a concrete building and entered it.
There I found Kevin Chupp. He was bouncing around very high into the air, as if there were no gravity. He came and told me to hop on his back, which I did. Together we bounced and floated for several seconds. It was a great feeling. We continued to do this down a long concrete hallway (the ceiling of which was fifty feet high, which we almost hit). We found a group of young adults taking a group picture and joined them.
As we smiled for the picture, Chuck Zook, followed by a bunch of dancers, entered the hallway. Chuck was singing and snapping his fingers as his followers danced behind him and occasionally repeated his lines.
He looked at me with eyes that proclaimed, "See what I have now, Joe?" I thought it was ridiculous, and Kevin agreed, so I climbed again onto his back, and we hopped our way further down the hallway.
At the very end of the building, we found Kevin's parents (Ken and Diane), and his younger sister (Kelli). They were taking turns running on an old-school treadmill (one that was only powered by friction). It looked like fun, so I took a turn. I was doing pretty well, running at very high speeds. I got a bit arrogant and began doing the grapevine on it, which impressed Ken. My turn was soon over, and I got off and watched Kevin sprint on it.
When he was done, I climbed onto his back and we went back down the hallway.
Then I awoke.
Last night I dreamt an interesting and strange dream. In the beginning, I went to an arcade with my grandfather (Duane Baughman). This arcade was much different from any arcade in the real world. It was fancy, like a high class hotel. There were great chandeliers, snazzy carpets, and and modern pieces of artwork placed about this three-story play place. There were waiters bringing people drinks and h'orderves. People were dressed nicely. Even I was wearing black slacks a white button-up shirt, a black vest, and a bow tie.
There were many fun games, and I had about fifty tokens to spend. I soon found my little brother playing a basketball game, and I wanted to join him (there were two hoops so that people could compete against each other). He had already put his tokens in, but I slid mine in quick enough so that I could join. The game cost three tokens; however, when I inserted the third, it told me if I wanted to apply that as credit to a future game. Apparently somebody had left a token in the game. I turned and saw Chuck Zook approach me, looking quite upset (his nostrils were flaring).
He came up and shoved me out of the way and began to play the game that I paid for (mostly). He said he had accidentally put four tokens into the slot. I then replied that I had paid two for that game and, because I wanted to play my brother, I was willing to give him a token to replace the one he had lost. He wouldn't listen and began to shoot basketballs as they fell down from the gate. I tried to get in front of him, but he kept pushing me out of the way.
Frustrated, I turned and left. However, it seemed that Chuck wasn't finished with me, for he rushed at me, fist clenched and eyes wild. He 'punched' my jaw (really, he just placed his fist on my face without too much force, which I thought was strange). He then picked me up and began hitting my back. All the while, I had my hands raised in the air, showing that I was not involved in this fight so that I wouldn't get kicked out of the awesome arcade.
Soon enough, some hefty guys in white suits came and carried Chuck away. He continued yelling at me; I could even hear faint cries as he was hauled past the thick metal doors that led out of the plaza.
I shrugged it off and Mike and I went to the second level. We found my Grandpa playing a Donkey Kong game and getting really into it (jumping up and down, shouting, etc.). After he lost that game, he went to the next game (a speed boat racing game) and joined a complete stranger (a heavy Italian man), who looked annoyed that somebody had joined his game.
Mike and I then continued to walk around. We found a hidden exit On the third floor that led out to the docks. It was dark and damp and dimly light, and a thick fog slowly moved through the atmosphere. As we walked, Mike asked me about the latest short story I had written, which was about a deranged fisherman who battled mutated fish men. We then entered another building, which ended up being yet another part of the grand arcade, though this part contained hotel rooms as well as arcade games for people who had come to game for several days.
Mike and I split up, and I went and explored some of the hotel rooms.
I found one door open to a room, and I entered. It was more like an apartment, or, at least, a more permanent place of residence. There were pictures on the wall, a large refrigerator with children's drawings, and other nicknacks. There were three young children present, but no parents.
The oldest of the three, a young girl wearing an eloquent dress, approached me and welcomed me into their home. She began showing me some of the pictures and describing the back story to each one. Then she opened up the fridge and invited me to partake in the family's food. She said her mother wouldn't mind. All the while I was a bit nervous, for I didn't want the mother to walk in on me alone with her kids, for that wouldn't look too good (though I had no bad intentions).
Then the younger boys began playing a game of tag, and I joined in. It was such fun, and I felt like I was a young child. Suddenly, the mother walked in. I was startled, but to my surprise, she was not angry with me. She was just as kind as her daughter, and she thanked me for entertaining her kids while I was gone.
As she talked to me about how the father had left them, the youngest boy managed to get into the trash, covering himself with spaghetti sauce in the process. He was a mess. I soon found out that he was still in the mindset of tag, for he ran up to me and slapped my leg (still covered by nice black slacks) with a hand covered in red sauce. It would surely stain. The mother then ran and grabbed some honey and poured it on my pants, saying that honey prevents red foods from staining. I believed her.
Then, as I was about to depart, the youngest boys came and gave me a hug. It was then that I noticed that both the boys had small red spots all over their bodies, for they had chicken pox.
I left the room and wandered outside for a while. I found a concrete building and entered it.
There I found Kevin Chupp. He was bouncing around very high into the air, as if there were no gravity. He came and told me to hop on his back, which I did. Together we bounced and floated for several seconds. It was a great feeling. We continued to do this down a long concrete hallway (the ceiling of which was fifty feet high, which we almost hit). We found a group of young adults taking a group picture and joined them.
As we smiled for the picture, Chuck Zook, followed by a bunch of dancers, entered the hallway. Chuck was singing and snapping his fingers as his followers danced behind him and occasionally repeated his lines.
He looked at me with eyes that proclaimed, "See what I have now, Joe?" I thought it was ridiculous, and Kevin agreed, so I climbed again onto his back, and we hopped our way further down the hallway.
At the very end of the building, we found Kevin's parents (Ken and Diane), and his younger sister (Kelli). They were taking turns running on an old-school treadmill (one that was only powered by friction). It looked like fun, so I took a turn. I was doing pretty well, running at very high speeds. I got a bit arrogant and began doing the grapevine on it, which impressed Ken. My turn was soon over, and I got off and watched Kevin sprint on it.
When he was done, I climbed onto his back and we went back down the hallway.
Then I awoke.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Dream #424 (November 8, 2011)
This was slightly odd.
I started out the dream driving an old red car into Bethel College. There were tons of people there, and they were clogging up the streets; I had a tough time avoiding them.
I was moving along at about 2 miles an hour when I saw Adam Pflugshaupt and Matt Boyle (two former classmates of mine from Oregon-Davis). When I saw them, I waved for them to come over to me, which they did. Adam was drinking a huge red Slurpee.
I asked them how they were doing, and they answered me in Spanish. I understood some of it, but I'm not fluent, so I wasn't exactly sure what they were telling me. I asked them to hop in the car so we could hang out. They did as I asked.
I was about to leave, when my brother called me and told me to pick him up from his classroom on my way out. I drove by it, parked, ran up several stories to his room, told him that I had arrived, and he followed me down to the car and sat in the back with Matt (Adam was in the passenger seat). We then drove away from Bethel.
We went down a long road, which eventually led into a desert. Interestingly enough, Prairie Camp's retreat center and David and Carrie Badertscher's old house (which was located at Prairie Camp) were both there in the desert. I parked the car there, and we all walked into the retreat center, into separate rooms, and used the bathroom.
When we were finished, we walked back out to the car, pulled a tent out of the trunk, and walked further into the desert. When we got out there, we set up the tent. Adam and Matt were still speaking only Spanish, and I was getting a bit frustrated with them, for I wanted to communicate with them, especially since I had not seen them for a long time.
After the tent was set up, the sky turned purple. A hard rain began to fall, and lighting was striking all about us. I looked up and saw Zeus throwing lighting bolts down to the earth. Then several small tornadoes swept through where we were, and crazy things were flying about us (including cows, poles, trees, and businessmen). My brother ran up to me and began shouting. Then I saw Ben (the new camp director) running toward us shouting.
Then I awoke.
I started out the dream driving an old red car into Bethel College. There were tons of people there, and they were clogging up the streets; I had a tough time avoiding them.
I was moving along at about 2 miles an hour when I saw Adam Pflugshaupt and Matt Boyle (two former classmates of mine from Oregon-Davis). When I saw them, I waved for them to come over to me, which they did. Adam was drinking a huge red Slurpee.
I asked them how they were doing, and they answered me in Spanish. I understood some of it, but I'm not fluent, so I wasn't exactly sure what they were telling me. I asked them to hop in the car so we could hang out. They did as I asked.
I was about to leave, when my brother called me and told me to pick him up from his classroom on my way out. I drove by it, parked, ran up several stories to his room, told him that I had arrived, and he followed me down to the car and sat in the back with Matt (Adam was in the passenger seat). We then drove away from Bethel.
We went down a long road, which eventually led into a desert. Interestingly enough, Prairie Camp's retreat center and David and Carrie Badertscher's old house (which was located at Prairie Camp) were both there in the desert. I parked the car there, and we all walked into the retreat center, into separate rooms, and used the bathroom.
When we were finished, we walked back out to the car, pulled a tent out of the trunk, and walked further into the desert. When we got out there, we set up the tent. Adam and Matt were still speaking only Spanish, and I was getting a bit frustrated with them, for I wanted to communicate with them, especially since I had not seen them for a long time.
After the tent was set up, the sky turned purple. A hard rain began to fall, and lighting was striking all about us. I looked up and saw Zeus throwing lighting bolts down to the earth. Then several small tornadoes swept through where we were, and crazy things were flying about us (including cows, poles, trees, and businessmen). My brother ran up to me and began shouting. Then I saw Ben (the new camp director) running toward us shouting.
Then I awoke.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Dream #423 (November 6, 2011)
This is brief, yet crazy.
I was at the top of a great dune with my former neighbor Morgan Ferch. Her brother Nathan, who was in my class, was down a bit from us, encouraging us to leap down this enormous dune. Even though he sounded excited about it, he was too afraid to join us.
I looked at Morgan and asked her if she was going to do it. She said she would if I did. (For some reason, knowing that somebody else will join you in a crazy stunt always makes it easier to do.) I yelled down to Nathan, "I'm glad you were my neighbor. We had some good times." I then turned to Morgan and said, "The same to you." Then I turned to the edge of the dune and began to run. Morgan followed me.
I leapt off of the cliff and had several seconds of air time. When I hit the sand, I began running uncontrollably at a very high speed down the dune. I was terrified. I looked back to Morgan, who managed to control her speed much better than I.
Then I looked back down to the great body of water in front of me, and it drew closer and closer, until it was upon me. I was moving so fast that I shot straight into the water. I uncontrollably sprinted, through the water, into a black rock. My face was destroyed. I fell back into the water and could not get up on my own.
Moments later, I was saved from drowning when Morgan pulled me up out of the water and laid me on the shore. She looked distressed, and I knew that my face was probably messed up quite a bit. Then I heard her call for Nathan, who said that he would be down soon.
I passed out.
A bit later I awoke. Morgan and Nathan were both still there, but my parents were there as well. My dad came up to me and showed me that his left arm had been bitten off by a shark. It was still bleeding! He seemed very calmed, and even amused by his wound, but I was scared. I was still partially in the water, so I ran my hurting body out of the water and onto the shore. Morgan held a mirror up to my face and, to my surprise, I merely had a bloody nose. I still was in a lot of pain, but at least I wasn't permanently damaged.
Then I flashed forward in time. I was with my dad in a hospital. He awoke from surgery and removed a blue bandage from his arm. He then proceeded to show me how the doctor's had put his hand where his bicep used to be. It was grotesque.
Then I awoke.
I was at the top of a great dune with my former neighbor Morgan Ferch. Her brother Nathan, who was in my class, was down a bit from us, encouraging us to leap down this enormous dune. Even though he sounded excited about it, he was too afraid to join us.
I looked at Morgan and asked her if she was going to do it. She said she would if I did. (For some reason, knowing that somebody else will join you in a crazy stunt always makes it easier to do.) I yelled down to Nathan, "I'm glad you were my neighbor. We had some good times." I then turned to Morgan and said, "The same to you." Then I turned to the edge of the dune and began to run. Morgan followed me.
I leapt off of the cliff and had several seconds of air time. When I hit the sand, I began running uncontrollably at a very high speed down the dune. I was terrified. I looked back to Morgan, who managed to control her speed much better than I.
Then I looked back down to the great body of water in front of me, and it drew closer and closer, until it was upon me. I was moving so fast that I shot straight into the water. I uncontrollably sprinted, through the water, into a black rock. My face was destroyed. I fell back into the water and could not get up on my own.
Moments later, I was saved from drowning when Morgan pulled me up out of the water and laid me on the shore. She looked distressed, and I knew that my face was probably messed up quite a bit. Then I heard her call for Nathan, who said that he would be down soon.
I passed out.
A bit later I awoke. Morgan and Nathan were both still there, but my parents were there as well. My dad came up to me and showed me that his left arm had been bitten off by a shark. It was still bleeding! He seemed very calmed, and even amused by his wound, but I was scared. I was still partially in the water, so I ran my hurting body out of the water and onto the shore. Morgan held a mirror up to my face and, to my surprise, I merely had a bloody nose. I still was in a lot of pain, but at least I wasn't permanently damaged.
Then I flashed forward in time. I was with my dad in a hospital. He awoke from surgery and removed a blue bandage from his arm. He then proceeded to show me how the doctor's had put his hand where his bicep used to be. It was grotesque.
Then I awoke.
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