Dream #444 (April 9, 2012)

I did not awake feeling pleasant, and I dreamt an entire weekend in one night.

In my dream, I was getting ready to work at a large youth conference in Atlanta, Georgia.  In the beginning, I, with a large, peacock blue bag of luggage, rode an overly crowded bus into the city.  Though I was squished between two women (both large and gaudily dressed), I was alone on the bus.  When my stop finally came, everyone else's stop also came, and the entire contents of the bus spilled out the door into the street.

I was in a hurry, so I sprinted, with my bag rolling behind me (it was tied to my waist, something I've always wanted to do in real life so that my feet would hit my bag).  After a couple of minutes, I arrived at a grand and golden hotel.

I took the elevator up to the next-to-top floor and entered my room.  I was staying with Kevin Chupp and DJ Nick Tunez, and we each had our own rooms within the hotel room.  It was nice.  I threw my bag on my bed and immediately headed to the conference.

There I saw Ben Fischer give a great lecture about the history of human cravings as I captured the event on video.

Later, I returned to my hotel room and went to bed.

I woke up early the next morning and recorded lectures held all about the hotel and conference center all day.  That night I went to the top floor and found dozens of boxes of pizza sitting on several tables.  They were open, and a few pieces were taken from each box, but only Ben was present.  He told me to help myself, but I informed him that I had already brushed my teeth.

I then went again to my hotel room and fell asleep.

Later on, I went to the top of the hotel building.  There I was a part of an expedition to explore the gravitational limits of the city.  Everyone, including me, was dressed in a spacesuit.  My friend David Smith was there, as was Brandon Johnston (former Oregon-Davis High School classmate of mine).  There was an old man there directing everybody on where to go and what to do.

Suddenly, against my shouted warnings, David ran and jumped off the roof of the hotel.  I thought he would surely die, but he managed to land on a roof across the street.  It was incredible.  Then, the old boss decided that everyone should jump over there to collect the 'goods' from that building.

I watched as several people leaped over to the other building.  Some landed on the roof; others dove into large, (luckily) open windows.  My turn was quickly approaching.  However, one of the guys ho had already jumped across decided he wanted to come back.  When he tried making the jump, he failed, and he fell hundreds of feet down onto a building below.

Everyone panicked.  Was there any way he could have survived?  I felt sick inside.  Did I just watch a man die?  I leaned over the edge of the building and saw that stiff spacesuit.  Was the suit thick enough to save him?

I ran and grabbed Brandon Johnston (who in real life is nurse) and ordered some people to lower him down there, which they did, along with a surgeon.  I looked down and witnessed something horrible.

When they brought the man back up to the roof, his legs had been amputated.  He showed no sign of life.

Then I awoke.  I looked at the clock and it was noon.  I panicked, for I had to be at the conference early in the morning to record it.  I tried to get ready quickly, but I couldn't find the light switch, and the room was quite dark, the only light coming from the alarm clock.

Then I awoke again.  What?  Was it really noon?  Nope.

Dream #443 (April 8, 2012)

Before Easter morning.


I dreamt that I was investigating a camp, though the place was built like a city.  There were tall buildings, disgusting streets, and grimy apartments.  I wandered about this city for a time, in search of any malefaction worthy enough for me to investigate.

I finally discovered one particularly abrasive venue.  For starters, this purple building had colorful smoke billowing from all cracks, doors, and windows.  Furthermore, there were some rough lookin' fellas,apparently armed for WWIII, guarding the door.

I tried to make my way into the front entrance, expecting to be violently rejected, but I was miraculously, or suspiciously, allowed to pass through.

When I entered, my eyes beheld such an onslaught of violence, drug use, and harassment, all in a matter of moments, for after those moments, I was hit atop the head with a baseball bat, and I blacked out.

When I came to, I was in the middle of the 'camp's' playground.  I felt strange and uneasy, so I stumbled to the nearest restroom.  When I looked in the mirror, before noticing the bruises and dried blood on my face, I saw that my hair and beard had been annihilated.  I was clean-shaven with a buzz cut.  Under usual circumstances, I would have been fine with this feel, but I had been growing out my hair for months for a short film project in which I planned on acting (happening in real life as well).  I was infuriated and began storming the campground city for the culprit.


After interrogating a few children, I awoke.

Dream #442 (April 3, 2012)

This was rather crazy.


I dreamt last night that I was on a mission to space.  I was sent there by government authorities to prevent the destruction of the world by an evil genius who had set up a space station/giant laser that was scheduled to fire in a matter of hours from my departure.

I had my own personal rocket, which was not much larger than a car.  I shot into space and, with flames around my windshield, I rapidly approached the space station.  When I landed, I was greeted by five allies who had also journeyed there that day.  I quickly laid out for them the plans I had made to destroy the space station.  I instructed them on how dismantle each of the eight lasers that made up the great weapon of the space station that was aimed at Earth.

From there, we stealthily entered the room and began disassembling the lasers.  Well, I began disassembling a laser, for my five companions didn't fully comprehend how to do what I was doing, and they just stood and watched me.  I only rewired two lasers before we were caught.

I managed to elude the guards as they came and took my allies away, dragging them into tiny prisons.

When the room was again empty, I picked up where I had left off (on the third of eight lasers).  However, the evil genius entered the room as if he knew I had been there all along.

This evil genius was, in the dream, an old friend of mine.  He laughed and asked me why I hadn't tried rescuing my friends.  I said they were a bit useless, and he said Earth was a bit useless.  I tried to work his emotions by describing innocent people that he was about to destroy, but he had no heart.

As he talked to me, his minions began changing the lasers back to how they were before I had tampered with them.

The evil genius put his arm around me and ordered the lasers to fire.

Earth exploded.


Then I entered into a different dream.


I was editing a short film for Sarah Church (a former Regent University student I worked with a couple times).  She and some forty-year-old guy were looking over my shoulder as I worked, which bothered me.  I was in a metal room, working at a metal desk, sitting on a metal chair.  It wasn't a great environment.

After a little while, the doorbell rang (apparently we were inside of a house).  We all three ran downstairs (the rest of the house was a bit more homey) and answered the door.  It was Jon Ayee (a former classmate of mine at Regent), and he talked to us about a hot air balloon expedition that was about to take place.  I left Sarah and the other dude and followed Jon.

We ran into a field of lush green grass, in the center of which was an enormous, multi-colored hot air balloon.  I jumped into the basket and beckoned Jon to join me.  He said he could not go where I was going, cut the ropes holding me down, and waved as I ascended.

As I floated, I saw Fisher Price toy pirates battling each other below me.


Then I awoke.

Dream #441 (March 30, 2012)

I should have kept this up to date.  There was as dream I didn't record a few weeks ago in which I saved James Earl Jones from a mental institution where a bunch of women made him appear to be insane.  I busted him out.  Anyway.

Last night I dreamt that I was visiting some city in Virginia.  There was a very nice and very large road that ran through it, though no cars traveled upon it.  There was a thick fog that only allowed me to see about forty feet in front of me at any given time.  I was walking on a wide sidewalk to one side of the street.

After I arrived at my destination (Nathan Ferch's house; Nathan used to be my neighbor and classmate in Koontz Lake, Indiana, and we played basketball together, and when I say together, I mean he was awesome and I watched from the bench, which was entertaining), I began preparing for a run.  Morgan, Nathan's younger sister who in my dream was also married, came out of her house (she, in the dream, lived across the street from Nathan) and spoke to me for a little while.  When I finished stretching, I took off and ran three miles in the fog.

Upon my return, I started doing some crazy, ballerina-type stretches and was actually quite good at them.  I did them up and down the street.  I then realized that I needed to use the restroom, so I found a port-a-John and entered.  For some reason, it took me a long time to get everything out of my system.  In the process, I heard several people outside the door complaining.

When I was finally finished, I found Liz Ebert, Breanna Lebsack, and Gabrielle Davison (friends of mine from Regent University) all waiting outside.  When they realized it was I who made them wait, they were quite forgiving and they wanted to talk to me to see how things were going.  For some reason, they preferred to have the conversation inside of the port-a-John, so we all crammed inside and began talking about life.  When the conversation was over, we exited the tight space (except for Liz) and went our separate ways.  Breanna began to run away and Gabrielle skipped and twirled as she left.

I walked.

When I arrived again at Nathan and his wife's apartment, they welcomed me in and fed me puppy chow (chocolate-and-peanut-butter-and-powdered-sugar-covered Chex) and played three-way chess with me in their living room.

Nathan got up and made us milkshakes.

Then I awoke.

Dream #440 (March 2, 2012)

Here we go again.

Last night I was visiting (in my dream) the home of Reed and Jess Lyons (two friends of mine).  They lived in a house that resembled slightly the apartment in South Bend where my brother (Matt Baughman) and his wife (Brittany) lived for a while a few years back.

Interestingly enough, Matt was there as well.  He surprised me because I had no idea that he was visiting from Moses Lake, Washington.  He said he'd be in the area for a week, which disappointed me because I was planning on visiting Virginia Beach in a couple days (which is true in real life as well).  Jess' sister, Ben Smith, and his wife Jen were also visiting.

We dined together.  We ate as traditional Japanese eat (both in posture and in menu).  After the tasty meal, we decided to go outside and toss a football around for a while.

As we played, we all decided to see The Office (the NBC sitcom) live.  Apparently in my dream, The Office always held a theater performance of the latest episode the day before it aired.  It was held in the L.A. Lakers stadium and thousands of people attended every week.  We somehow got seats right next to the floor.  When they announced the cast, they all came running out.  Toby and Jim (two characters from the show played by Paul Lieberstein and John Krasinski) run right by us and shook hands with Ben and me, and Jim told me he liked my sense of humor (though I'm not sure how he judged me).  Then the show began with Dwight (another character) running about the stadium with a posse of clowns running behind him.

Then Jess asked me if I wanted to sit up in the balcony.  I said that would be interesting.  When we got up there, she told me why she wanted to go up there: she had a light bulb that she wanted to throw into the stadium.  For some reason she thought it would be hilarious; I thought it would be a bit dangerous.  She waited a couple minutes, then persuaded me to chuck the light bulb down below.  I didn't quite make it into the center of the stadium, and we heard expletives come from somebody below us.  Jess laughed for a while, until she and I realized that there was somebody else in the balcony (we thought we were the only ones there) who had seen what we had done.

Because I was the one who threw the bulb, I took off sprinting, and the man, who was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt, took off after me.  I ran down several aisles, then through stadium hallways, then into a hotel that was connected to the stadium.  I tried entering into a stranger's room to hide, for the door was open, but I found a teenage girl in there, and I didn't want to make myself look like a worse person than the man already viewed me as, so I decided to find another hiding space.

I finally found an empty room and hid in the bathroom.

Then I awoke.

Dream #439 (March 1, 2012)

Well, here is the first of March.


In my dream, like in real life, I was residing in my grandfather's house.  However, unlike reality, the house was located in the Northwest and it was a resort at which I was living temporarily while working at a conference (conVERGE conference to be exact).  The room in which I was staying was, in real life, the cellar.

I woke up from a nap and met with my brother Mike Baughman, Chase the Ace (video host at Remedy), and Tim Johnson (works at Remedy occasionally, though I know him through Prairie Camp).  Chase and Tim asked Mike and I if we would be interested in joining them on their vacation (that they were apparently taking together).  They were staying in a cabin in the Blue Ridge Mountains.  Right at that moment, my imagination led me to a view of a map with a red line drawn from the resort to the cabin (like a movie transition).  I then imagined hiking with Tim, Chase, and Mike along beautiful trails, biking on the side of a cliff, and cooking in the cabin.  I then jolted back to the dream reality and looked at Chase and Tim and thought they didn't look much like hikers, bikers, or cookers, so I talked to Mike privately, who convinced me that it really would be fun.

We accepted Chase's offer, and I proceeded to leave their company to join Dave, Carrie, and Stella Badertscher, Seth Bartlette, and Derry Prenkert.  Dave and Carrie were talking about how they were moving to Fort Wayne.  I was kind of excited, but a bit sad, because in the dream I was planning on moving away from Fort Wayne at that time.  I told Carrie of a couple houses that were available.  One of them was "across the street from Neil Silveus," (a friend of mine who doesn't live in Fort Wayne).  However, Carrie said that she needed to live closer to Dave's place of work, for they were planning on having only one vehicle.


Then I awoke.

Dream #438 (February 29, 2012)

Leap Day dream.


I dreamt that I was a teacher at some weird alternative school.  I taught an "activity" class alongside former high school classmates Shawn Niles and BJ Woods (whom I haven't seen for quite some time).  Our classroom was inside of a tree-house that was built on an enormous redwood tree amidst an enormous redwood forest.  We had many activities going on simultaneously: a Nerf war, finger painting, parachute games, sidewalk chalk drawing, and paper mache sculpting.  After several minutes of this strenuous activity, Shawn, BJ, and I walked out onto the porch of the tree-house and took a 'smoke break.'

As we discussed our plans for the next class, Caitlin Geeslin came running onto the porch from inside the tree-house.  She leaped toward us, and hit me as was landing.  She informed me that she had just covered a very interesting story about some old photographer for a big magazine, and I told her that was exciting.  Then she asked if she could interview the three of us about our alternate form of teaching.

Before I could answer, I fell from the porch into a red sports car.  I crawled out of it and discovered that I had fallen like a meteor into the Koontz Lake Missionary Church parking lot.  I saw my dad preaching a sermon right there on the asphalt.


Then I awoke.