A day late is an apple in crate.
I was spending Easter Sunday with my family in my house. My brothers (Mike and Matt Baughman) and I were hunting hidden eggs in the house for quite a while.
After discovering them all, we joined our Grandpa Baker and our parents and cousins at the kitchen table to eat some real eggs (the ones we found were plastic and filled with candy). For some reason, I got up from the table and left out the back door.
When I did, I was inside of a subway train. I was with my immediate family. Well, in this part of the dream, my family was hispanic (my parents and brothers were hispanic versions of my real parents and brothers). We were homeless in this dream, and we lived in a hidden compartment in a subway car.
I decided that I wanted to escape such a pathetic life, so I tried to leave the train. However, the train wasn't natural. It was a maze of trains that I could not escape. Every time I tried to exit, I somehow ended up on another train.
I never escaped, for I awoke after a time.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Monday, April 23, 2012
Dream #447 (April 23, 2012)
This was a blast.
I slept a very long time last night because I was having so much fun. I dreamt that I was inside of the world's largest supermarket playing a treasure hunt/obstacle course/disc golf game. There were hundreds of teams, each made up of three people. I was participating with my brothers, Mike and Matt.
This is how it worked: each team had to tee off from a certain location, but the basket (goal) that they were aiming at was entirely up to them. However, in order to advance to another basket, you had to make it into the first basket in three shots. If you failed, you simply had to start again at the previous tee. Nobody was allowed to explore without launching a disc in a certain direction and retrieving it. There were several stories to this supermarket, and all sorts of secret passageways, hidden baskets, and trap doors. There were also some crazy obstacles: the aisles of products, wild animals roaming about, pits of hot lava, 100 foot cliffs, and more.
Matt, Mike, and I started out the game very well. Matt accidentally launched his disc to the side instead of straight in front of him, which led him to the discovery of a convenient and hidden basket. However, to get over to where he threw the disc, we had to cross a very narrow piece of wood that bridged the gap over a steep and deadly drop-off. Luckily Matt made the goal in three shots.
From there, I launched my disc over a lava pit filled with alligators into what I thought was a dead end. When I went to fetch it, I found a secret goal that led to a secret passageway to a secret basement. It was dark and confusing, but we came out on the other side in good shape (Mike made the shot in complete darkness in only two throws).
Then we were in an open market with no other competitors. After my first throw there, I ran through the aisles of cereal, grabbing any box that interested me. Matt scolded me, for I was being distracted from the game (by the way, the victors of the game would become kings of the country in which the game was being held). I snapped back into concentration and threw one of the best throws of my life, landing clear across the store only about ten feet from a goal.
We played for a long time with similar situations until finally I discovered a crazy passageway that led to the underground center of the whole place. There were people there skating in dirt, playing a completely different game. They would skate in circles with a partner and try to accomplish something (I don't know what) before all piling into the center of the dirt rink. I was distracted by this strange game for a few moments, but Mike pointed out an enormous, mutant guard dog that was blocking a room behind him. This creature was about fifteen feet tall and twenty feet wide. It had fangs as large as my whole body, and it drooled gallons of saliva. This must be the dog that blocked the crown goal (a basket made up of gold with three crowns resting on it). Mike sacrificed his disc by throwing it high, which caused the dog to jump in the air, allowing me to throw low beneath it. I made it through, but Matt, Mike, and I still had to get there, so Matt also sacrificed his disc to the air. When he did so, we all ran underneath the dog and discovered that I had made a whole in one in the crown goal.
I wondered if we really had done it, and if we were the first ones.
Then I awoke.
I slept a very long time last night because I was having so much fun. I dreamt that I was inside of the world's largest supermarket playing a treasure hunt/obstacle course/disc golf game. There were hundreds of teams, each made up of three people. I was participating with my brothers, Mike and Matt.
This is how it worked: each team had to tee off from a certain location, but the basket (goal) that they were aiming at was entirely up to them. However, in order to advance to another basket, you had to make it into the first basket in three shots. If you failed, you simply had to start again at the previous tee. Nobody was allowed to explore without launching a disc in a certain direction and retrieving it. There were several stories to this supermarket, and all sorts of secret passageways, hidden baskets, and trap doors. There were also some crazy obstacles: the aisles of products, wild animals roaming about, pits of hot lava, 100 foot cliffs, and more.
Matt, Mike, and I started out the game very well. Matt accidentally launched his disc to the side instead of straight in front of him, which led him to the discovery of a convenient and hidden basket. However, to get over to where he threw the disc, we had to cross a very narrow piece of wood that bridged the gap over a steep and deadly drop-off. Luckily Matt made the goal in three shots.
From there, I launched my disc over a lava pit filled with alligators into what I thought was a dead end. When I went to fetch it, I found a secret goal that led to a secret passageway to a secret basement. It was dark and confusing, but we came out on the other side in good shape (Mike made the shot in complete darkness in only two throws).
Then we were in an open market with no other competitors. After my first throw there, I ran through the aisles of cereal, grabbing any box that interested me. Matt scolded me, for I was being distracted from the game (by the way, the victors of the game would become kings of the country in which the game was being held). I snapped back into concentration and threw one of the best throws of my life, landing clear across the store only about ten feet from a goal.
We played for a long time with similar situations until finally I discovered a crazy passageway that led to the underground center of the whole place. There were people there skating in dirt, playing a completely different game. They would skate in circles with a partner and try to accomplish something (I don't know what) before all piling into the center of the dirt rink. I was distracted by this strange game for a few moments, but Mike pointed out an enormous, mutant guard dog that was blocking a room behind him. This creature was about fifteen feet tall and twenty feet wide. It had fangs as large as my whole body, and it drooled gallons of saliva. This must be the dog that blocked the crown goal (a basket made up of gold with three crowns resting on it). Mike sacrificed his disc by throwing it high, which caused the dog to jump in the air, allowing me to throw low beneath it. I made it through, but Matt, Mike, and I still had to get there, so Matt also sacrificed his disc to the air. When he did so, we all ran underneath the dog and discovered that I had made a whole in one in the crown goal.
I wondered if we really had done it, and if we were the first ones.
Then I awoke.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Dream #446 (April 21, 2012)
Here we go.
I was wandering about a huge building with many narrow hallways, all of which had carpeted floors, ceilings, and walls. It was interesting.
I first entered a great carpeted hall where thousands of fancily dressed people were wandering about from table to table eating what was served at each. I tried to enter, but I realized that there was a great sheet of glass between the room and myself when I walked into it. After that realization, I stood and watched the people for quite some time.
After that, a doorman dressed in red typed his typical doorman hat to me as he asked me what I would like to do next. I asked him what he suggested, and he pointed his finger to a distant hallway. I took his advice.
The hallway (again, it was completely covered in carpet) led me to another hallway that was simply cement. It had a strange green lighting, and I saw a long-haired man holding bones and staring at me as I passed. This hellish hallway led me to another hallway.
I entered it and discovered that each doorway in the new hall led to a different dentist's office. I was apparently in a school of dentistry, and each student had his/her own practice. When I entered the hall I was given the choice of which dentist I desired. I chose the dentist in room 308.
At first I though I had made a brilliant decision. The dentist was about my age, and she knew a lot about movies, so we were able to make good conversation (well, considering she had her fingers in my mouth much of the time). However, halfway through the checkup she realized that she was in the wrong room and told me she had to leave.
I was left alone for a while until finally a giant woman entered. She had the body of a professional wrestler and was quite intimidating. Her hands were so bulky that she gripped the tooth tools far too tightly, which tore tremendously at my gums. I was bleeding all over the place.
Then I awoke.
I was wandering about a huge building with many narrow hallways, all of which had carpeted floors, ceilings, and walls. It was interesting.
I first entered a great carpeted hall where thousands of fancily dressed people were wandering about from table to table eating what was served at each. I tried to enter, but I realized that there was a great sheet of glass between the room and myself when I walked into it. After that realization, I stood and watched the people for quite some time.
After that, a doorman dressed in red typed his typical doorman hat to me as he asked me what I would like to do next. I asked him what he suggested, and he pointed his finger to a distant hallway. I took his advice.
The hallway (again, it was completely covered in carpet) led me to another hallway that was simply cement. It had a strange green lighting, and I saw a long-haired man holding bones and staring at me as I passed. This hellish hallway led me to another hallway.
I entered it and discovered that each doorway in the new hall led to a different dentist's office. I was apparently in a school of dentistry, and each student had his/her own practice. When I entered the hall I was given the choice of which dentist I desired. I chose the dentist in room 308.
At first I though I had made a brilliant decision. The dentist was about my age, and she knew a lot about movies, so we were able to make good conversation (well, considering she had her fingers in my mouth much of the time). However, halfway through the checkup she realized that she was in the wrong room and told me she had to leave.
I was left alone for a while until finally a giant woman entered. She had the body of a professional wrestler and was quite intimidating. Her hands were so bulky that she gripped the tooth tools far too tightly, which tore tremendously at my gums. I was bleeding all over the place.
Then I awoke.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Dream #445 (April 16, 2012)
Nutrageous. I'm on the verge of insanity.
In the beginning of the dream, I emerged from the woods behind my parents' home in Koontz Lake, Indiana. I slowly approached a large lump in the yard that looked peculiar.
When I arrived at this mass, I realized it was the shell of a grizzly bear. I picked up its head and looked into its mouth. I noticed that there was a staircase that traveled from the back of its tongue down through its throat.
I was curious, so I opened up the mouth of the bear as wide as the jaw would allow and I entered in.
It was hot and humid, and it stank something horrible; even so, it was beautiful, in a way. Stabilizing myself with the saliva-covered lining of the throat, I made my way down the stairs.
I entered into a foggy room filled with old wooden dressers, tables, and chairs. I took a few steps into the room and was greeted by gunfire. I quickly took cover behind a dresser and discovered a handgun fastened to the back of the dresser. I grabbed it and, with some insane courage, stood up from my cover and began shooting into the fog.
I continued to slowly walk into a great amount of opposing gunfire, but I was never hit. I managed to take down several of my opponents as I made my way to the other end of the bear.
I finally reached the end, which I knew mainly from the smell. I found a ladder that led out of the foggy room. I ascended the ladder, climbing toward a blue light. When I reached the top, I discovered a small platform with a trap door in the center. Jon Ayee (a friend of mine from Regent University) and his fiance Kassi were sitting beside the trap door, trying to decipher some sort of code. They had several old hardcover books open beside them; they must have been using them for research.
Jon looked up at me and asked me if I could help unlock the trap door. I looked at the lock and began fiddling with it. It was made up of letters, numbers, and colors, and was far more complicated than any lock I had previously encountered. Somehow, however, I managed to solve the puzzle in a matter of minutes. I told Jon and Kassi goodbye.
I burst through the trap door and plopped out the anus of the grizzly and fell a few stories into a swimming pool.
I stayed underwater for a while, trying to distinguish the dark blue fish from the surrounding dark blue water. When I emerged, I saw my brother Mike sitting on the ledge of the pool with only his feet in the water.
Then I awoke.
In the beginning of the dream, I emerged from the woods behind my parents' home in Koontz Lake, Indiana. I slowly approached a large lump in the yard that looked peculiar.
When I arrived at this mass, I realized it was the shell of a grizzly bear. I picked up its head and looked into its mouth. I noticed that there was a staircase that traveled from the back of its tongue down through its throat.
I was curious, so I opened up the mouth of the bear as wide as the jaw would allow and I entered in.
It was hot and humid, and it stank something horrible; even so, it was beautiful, in a way. Stabilizing myself with the saliva-covered lining of the throat, I made my way down the stairs.
I entered into a foggy room filled with old wooden dressers, tables, and chairs. I took a few steps into the room and was greeted by gunfire. I quickly took cover behind a dresser and discovered a handgun fastened to the back of the dresser. I grabbed it and, with some insane courage, stood up from my cover and began shooting into the fog.
I continued to slowly walk into a great amount of opposing gunfire, but I was never hit. I managed to take down several of my opponents as I made my way to the other end of the bear.
I finally reached the end, which I knew mainly from the smell. I found a ladder that led out of the foggy room. I ascended the ladder, climbing toward a blue light. When I reached the top, I discovered a small platform with a trap door in the center. Jon Ayee (a friend of mine from Regent University) and his fiance Kassi were sitting beside the trap door, trying to decipher some sort of code. They had several old hardcover books open beside them; they must have been using them for research.
Jon looked up at me and asked me if I could help unlock the trap door. I looked at the lock and began fiddling with it. It was made up of letters, numbers, and colors, and was far more complicated than any lock I had previously encountered. Somehow, however, I managed to solve the puzzle in a matter of minutes. I told Jon and Kassi goodbye.
I burst through the trap door and plopped out the anus of the grizzly and fell a few stories into a swimming pool.
I stayed underwater for a while, trying to distinguish the dark blue fish from the surrounding dark blue water. When I emerged, I saw my brother Mike sitting on the ledge of the pool with only his feet in the water.
Then I awoke.
Monday, April 9, 2012
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.
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.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
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.
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.
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