Advent Dream #5
This is very much a summary. I was inside of a school auditorium. There was some sort of strange event/play/art piece happening, but there wasn't really an audience because everyone present was a participant.
Most people started out in seats, but one group of four people dressed as trees and one redhead started out on stage. The redhead, who looked like the Wendy gal, carried a basket and tiptoed around the trees. This when on for a while, and the trees would always move a bit when she wasn't facing them.
Then, Tim Johnson (a fella I know), ran up to center stage and began dancing. Soon enough, more than half of the audience joined him, matching every move he made.
I was sitting next to Kevin and we looked at each other, each of us wondering if we should take part. Kevin ran out of the theater and I ran on stage. I removed my outer garments, revealing a flashy glow-in-the-dark jumpsuit. I began pulling off moves that were out of this world, and people were astonished at my dancing power.
I got a bit carried away and began jumping off of people, which got on their nerves, and the dancing quickly broke up, but Kevin entered just at the right time. He was carrying a card table full of cookies over his head. He walked to center stage and threw it down and pointed at it. Then a bunch of guys in tank tops grabbed chairs and began to arm wrestle at the table, shoving their elbows in delicious-looking chocolate chip cookies that I wanted to eat but couldn't.
Then Kevin told me to sit down and invited me to arm wrestle. Instead we both ate cookies and watched the others. It was intense.
Eventually I awoke.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Dream #479 (December 4, 2012)
Advent Dream #4
I dreamt that I returned to collage.
On the first day of class, I was running quite late. I ran into the college, which was all inside of a single building, and tried to find my locker (yes, every student had a locker). I sprinted up an escalator to the second floor, then ran about the rounded halls (the building was a giant circular prism), until I finally found my locker.
I dug around in my pocket until I pulled out a small slip of yellow notebook paper with my combination on it. I utilized it and opened up my locker, causing dozens of oversized books to fall upon me.
When I unburied myself, I shoved all the books except the one I needed (my Biology text) back into the locker and slammed it shut, giving into historically unwise habits.
With the text, my notebook, and a pen and pencil in my hands, I flew back over to the stairs and ran up to the fifth floor.
As I ran, papers flew from my arms. The center of the building was hallow, and I could have seen the pages fall all the way to the first floor (had I stopped to observe them).
Finally, I arrived at my classroom. I ran right into the door, expecting it to give as I turned the handle, but it was locked, so I and all of my burden fell to the ground. I gathered my belongings and stood by the door, knocking, until finally the professor turned and noticed that I was there. She came to the door and let me in, giving me a terrible glance as I made my way to my desk.
She returned to teaching biology, and discussed the origins of jellyfish for a brief while until class was dismissed.
When it was over, I left the room and made my way to my next class.
The room was very dark, and had a red tint to it (which contrasted the blue and silver theme that was so prevalent in the rest of the building). The students sat quietly as I made my way to my seat, which was next to Adam Konkey (a former high school classmate of mine). Just a breath after greeting him, a masked bandit ran into the room, stole a gold statue from the teacher's desk, and shot Adam Konkey in the head.
All the other students screamed and ran out of the room, followed by the bandit.
I stayed by Adam's side, not knowing what to do. I ran over to a nearby phone and called the nurse's office and told them what had happened. I waited there with Adam until a nurse came with a stretcher. I helped her get Adam onto it, then watched them leave the room.
I stayed in there for a long while, contemplating what had just happened.
I then felt a strange and sudden hope that maybe he hadn't been killed.
I ran down to the first floor and entered the nurse's station, where they were talking to his mother, telling her that he had been killed. I wasn't convinced, so I walked over and saw Adam blink his eyes, shake his head, and sit up. The nurse turned and screamed, and I smiled wide.
Then I entered a different world.
I was in a stone sewer with green mold growing all about. There were little demons flying all about shooting lightning out of their hands. They had scales on their chests, but the rest of their external bodies were covered with a pale green clammy skin. Their wings were bony and comprised of the same gross skin, and they had horribly large eyes. They had long tales that were slightly hairy, kind of like an young teenage male's arm.
I tried to hide from these creatures, but there was absolutely no cover. I turned around and saw that the passage behind me, contrary to the one on front of me, was pitch black. I decided to run in that direction, hoping that the demons, with their great and terrible eyes, would not be able to see me.
Then I awoke.
I dreamt that I returned to collage.
On the first day of class, I was running quite late. I ran into the college, which was all inside of a single building, and tried to find my locker (yes, every student had a locker). I sprinted up an escalator to the second floor, then ran about the rounded halls (the building was a giant circular prism), until I finally found my locker.
I dug around in my pocket until I pulled out a small slip of yellow notebook paper with my combination on it. I utilized it and opened up my locker, causing dozens of oversized books to fall upon me.
When I unburied myself, I shoved all the books except the one I needed (my Biology text) back into the locker and slammed it shut, giving into historically unwise habits.
With the text, my notebook, and a pen and pencil in my hands, I flew back over to the stairs and ran up to the fifth floor.
As I ran, papers flew from my arms. The center of the building was hallow, and I could have seen the pages fall all the way to the first floor (had I stopped to observe them).
Finally, I arrived at my classroom. I ran right into the door, expecting it to give as I turned the handle, but it was locked, so I and all of my burden fell to the ground. I gathered my belongings and stood by the door, knocking, until finally the professor turned and noticed that I was there. She came to the door and let me in, giving me a terrible glance as I made my way to my desk.
She returned to teaching biology, and discussed the origins of jellyfish for a brief while until class was dismissed.
When it was over, I left the room and made my way to my next class.
The room was very dark, and had a red tint to it (which contrasted the blue and silver theme that was so prevalent in the rest of the building). The students sat quietly as I made my way to my seat, which was next to Adam Konkey (a former high school classmate of mine). Just a breath after greeting him, a masked bandit ran into the room, stole a gold statue from the teacher's desk, and shot Adam Konkey in the head.
All the other students screamed and ran out of the room, followed by the bandit.
I stayed by Adam's side, not knowing what to do. I ran over to a nearby phone and called the nurse's office and told them what had happened. I waited there with Adam until a nurse came with a stretcher. I helped her get Adam onto it, then watched them leave the room.
I stayed in there for a long while, contemplating what had just happened.
I then felt a strange and sudden hope that maybe he hadn't been killed.
I ran down to the first floor and entered the nurse's station, where they were talking to his mother, telling her that he had been killed. I wasn't convinced, so I walked over and saw Adam blink his eyes, shake his head, and sit up. The nurse turned and screamed, and I smiled wide.
Then I entered a different world.
I was in a stone sewer with green mold growing all about. There were little demons flying all about shooting lightning out of their hands. They had scales on their chests, but the rest of their external bodies were covered with a pale green clammy skin. Their wings were bony and comprised of the same gross skin, and they had horribly large eyes. They had long tales that were slightly hairy, kind of like an young teenage male's arm.
I tried to hide from these creatures, but there was absolutely no cover. I turned around and saw that the passage behind me, contrary to the one on front of me, was pitch black. I decided to run in that direction, hoping that the demons, with their great and terrible eyes, would not be able to see me.
Then I awoke.
Monday, December 3, 2012
Dream #478 (December 3, 2012)
Advent Dream #3
I was at some fancy party. Everybody, including me, was wearing a tuxedo or a black dress (depending on gender). There were dozens of waiters with white gloves carrying around trays of drinks with olives in them. The lighting was warm, yet very dim.
I had a tough time trying to explore the house in which the party was taking place, for people were packed shoulder to shoulder, though nobody (except me) seemed to mind. Men were grinning, raising their eyebrows; women were laughing, leaning back without shame.
Across the room I was stuck in, I saw a great window with a beautiful view of the garden at night. There were mason jar lanterns lighting the shrubs and the flowers, and I desired to find a way through the crowds to get a better look.
I got down on my hands and knees and, without bothering a single man or woman, I wormed my way through legs, under chairs, over decorative rugs, and around couches until I arrived at the window.
I stood up and brushed myself off and placed my hand upon the glass. To my surprise, the glass panel I had rested my weight upon spun on a horizontal axis, revealing a somewhat secret passage into the garden. I crawled through the window.
Once in the garden, I strolled about at a slow pace and examined the flowers. Due to the dimness of the lighting, the colors were quite desaturated, but I didn't mind.
Soon enough I stumbled upon a golf cart with a powerful-looking engine in the back.
I sat down in the drivers seat and started it up by turning the key that was already in position. When the engine roared, my brother (Mike Baughman), my cousin (Mandy McSherry), and a complete stranger (a male) ran up to the cart and hopped on. Mandy sat in the front seat, and the guys sat in the back. I slammed my foot on the gas pedal and we took off at a frightening speed.
I zoomed out of the garden and into Prairie Camp, where a ton of young kids were walking about in lines carrying candles and glow sticks and singing cheerful songs. I swerved to avoid them as I made my way about the camp.
When I neared the basketball courts, I was trapped by two lines of kids on either side of me and a large cement parking block that I was rapidly approaching.
For some reason, instead of slamming on the breaks, I pushed the gas even harder, thinking that I would just ramp over the block with little damage done. I was quite wrong.
The cart shot high into the air, flipping three times. We landed in the grass next to the concrete courts, and the cart rolled at least 30 feet away from us. I got up quickly to see if my comrades were alright.
They weren't. Mandy had broken an arm and a leg, the guy was unconscious, and Mike, though unharmed, was terribly angry with me (and understandably so). Instead of tending to the wounds, I ran away, into the nearby gymnasium.
There a group of about 50 kids were running around the gym, screaming with the joy of life. Carrie Badertscher (the former Prairie Camp director) approached me and asked me if I could get all of the kids to settle down and clean up the gym. I immediately thought of a motivator.
I ran into the kitchen in the gym (which hasn't been used as a kitchen for years) and grabbed an enormous and intricate popsicle. It had three sticks, was covered in sprinkles, chocolate, and caramel, and had ice cream inside. I instructed the kids to circle around me and I told them that they would all receive such a popsicle if they were to excitedly and joyfully clean up the entire gym. There was one young boy who kept jumping up and down in front of me, shouting about how much he loved gym-cleaning and that he deserved a popsicle.
Then I awoke.
I was at some fancy party. Everybody, including me, was wearing a tuxedo or a black dress (depending on gender). There were dozens of waiters with white gloves carrying around trays of drinks with olives in them. The lighting was warm, yet very dim.
I had a tough time trying to explore the house in which the party was taking place, for people were packed shoulder to shoulder, though nobody (except me) seemed to mind. Men were grinning, raising their eyebrows; women were laughing, leaning back without shame.
Across the room I was stuck in, I saw a great window with a beautiful view of the garden at night. There were mason jar lanterns lighting the shrubs and the flowers, and I desired to find a way through the crowds to get a better look.
I got down on my hands and knees and, without bothering a single man or woman, I wormed my way through legs, under chairs, over decorative rugs, and around couches until I arrived at the window.
I stood up and brushed myself off and placed my hand upon the glass. To my surprise, the glass panel I had rested my weight upon spun on a horizontal axis, revealing a somewhat secret passage into the garden. I crawled through the window.
Once in the garden, I strolled about at a slow pace and examined the flowers. Due to the dimness of the lighting, the colors were quite desaturated, but I didn't mind.
Soon enough I stumbled upon a golf cart with a powerful-looking engine in the back.
I sat down in the drivers seat and started it up by turning the key that was already in position. When the engine roared, my brother (Mike Baughman), my cousin (Mandy McSherry), and a complete stranger (a male) ran up to the cart and hopped on. Mandy sat in the front seat, and the guys sat in the back. I slammed my foot on the gas pedal and we took off at a frightening speed.
I zoomed out of the garden and into Prairie Camp, where a ton of young kids were walking about in lines carrying candles and glow sticks and singing cheerful songs. I swerved to avoid them as I made my way about the camp.
When I neared the basketball courts, I was trapped by two lines of kids on either side of me and a large cement parking block that I was rapidly approaching.
For some reason, instead of slamming on the breaks, I pushed the gas even harder, thinking that I would just ramp over the block with little damage done. I was quite wrong.
The cart shot high into the air, flipping three times. We landed in the grass next to the concrete courts, and the cart rolled at least 30 feet away from us. I got up quickly to see if my comrades were alright.
They weren't. Mandy had broken an arm and a leg, the guy was unconscious, and Mike, though unharmed, was terribly angry with me (and understandably so). Instead of tending to the wounds, I ran away, into the nearby gymnasium.
There a group of about 50 kids were running around the gym, screaming with the joy of life. Carrie Badertscher (the former Prairie Camp director) approached me and asked me if I could get all of the kids to settle down and clean up the gym. I immediately thought of a motivator.
I ran into the kitchen in the gym (which hasn't been used as a kitchen for years) and grabbed an enormous and intricate popsicle. It had three sticks, was covered in sprinkles, chocolate, and caramel, and had ice cream inside. I instructed the kids to circle around me and I told them that they would all receive such a popsicle if they were to excitedly and joyfully clean up the entire gym. There was one young boy who kept jumping up and down in front of me, shouting about how much he loved gym-cleaning and that he deserved a popsicle.
Then I awoke.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Dream #477 (November 7, 2012)
Good 'n Strange.
I dreamt that there was a community dwelling within an over-sized supermarket.
In the beginning of the dream, I entered the supermarket (and the community) through a set of automatic doors that were guarded by two talking alligators. These gators had a German accent and were a bit on the rough side. They interrogated me for quite some time, asking me about my family background, about any prophecies I had overheard or been told, and my future plans. The only reason they let me pass was because I tossed them a bag of bacon.
Once inside, I was greeted by an old blind man who told me about how a cruel ruler had risen to power in the supermarket community and was abusing his throne. He rationed the plentiful food of the market so that people barely received enough to get by. Also, more interestingly, he forced every single person to sing in a community choir.
I felt bad for the people and decided to do something about it. When I told that to the old guy, he put his hand on my chest and told me that I was the sacred one, and that he had two gifts to give me: force and flight.
He turned my right hand to stone and put in my left hand a globe-sized blue sphere with a handle on it. With my right hand I could punch through walls, and with my left hand I could defy gravity and fly about wherever I wanted.
I flew first to the massive hall where the choir was singing a classic-sounding tune. I saw young kids crying as they sang, for there were sharp metal rings around their hands and ankles. I was outraged and demanded, in a booming voice, to see the leader so that I could battle him.
He appeared in a puff of golden smoke, wearing a golden crown and a golden robe with a blue collar. He arrogantly floated to me and asked me if I would calm down and join him for tea. I said no, and he pulled out a ridiculously large sword and we battled.
Right off the bat I punched the golden man, shooting him through the wall of the hall and into the market area. I flew after him and we began an intimate fist fight. I often blocked his blade with my stone hand, but he often floated out of the way of my punches.
Finally I hit him so hard that he lost his flight ability and crashed down into a shelf full of cereal boxes. I hovered above him and told him to take his alligators and leave the community forever. He nodded and left.
After he was gone, I hovered to the ground and began eating some cereal. I found the old man who had blessed me there, and I asked him why he couldn't just grant me the ability to fly instead of making me hold onto that awkward blue sphere all the time. He replied that it was how it had to be.
After I finished snacking, I floated over to the living quarters where I found my bedroom. It was a humble room with a mattress and a blanket resting in the center. I looked in the neighbor's room and saw the Suter family there playing a game. I waived at them, but they didn't notice me.
Then I went to bed, cuddled up to my blue sphere.
Then I awoke.
I dreamt that there was a community dwelling within an over-sized supermarket.
In the beginning of the dream, I entered the supermarket (and the community) through a set of automatic doors that were guarded by two talking alligators. These gators had a German accent and were a bit on the rough side. They interrogated me for quite some time, asking me about my family background, about any prophecies I had overheard or been told, and my future plans. The only reason they let me pass was because I tossed them a bag of bacon.
Once inside, I was greeted by an old blind man who told me about how a cruel ruler had risen to power in the supermarket community and was abusing his throne. He rationed the plentiful food of the market so that people barely received enough to get by. Also, more interestingly, he forced every single person to sing in a community choir.
I felt bad for the people and decided to do something about it. When I told that to the old guy, he put his hand on my chest and told me that I was the sacred one, and that he had two gifts to give me: force and flight.
He turned my right hand to stone and put in my left hand a globe-sized blue sphere with a handle on it. With my right hand I could punch through walls, and with my left hand I could defy gravity and fly about wherever I wanted.
I flew first to the massive hall where the choir was singing a classic-sounding tune. I saw young kids crying as they sang, for there were sharp metal rings around their hands and ankles. I was outraged and demanded, in a booming voice, to see the leader so that I could battle him.
He appeared in a puff of golden smoke, wearing a golden crown and a golden robe with a blue collar. He arrogantly floated to me and asked me if I would calm down and join him for tea. I said no, and he pulled out a ridiculously large sword and we battled.
Right off the bat I punched the golden man, shooting him through the wall of the hall and into the market area. I flew after him and we began an intimate fist fight. I often blocked his blade with my stone hand, but he often floated out of the way of my punches.
Finally I hit him so hard that he lost his flight ability and crashed down into a shelf full of cereal boxes. I hovered above him and told him to take his alligators and leave the community forever. He nodded and left.
After he was gone, I hovered to the ground and began eating some cereal. I found the old man who had blessed me there, and I asked him why he couldn't just grant me the ability to fly instead of making me hold onto that awkward blue sphere all the time. He replied that it was how it had to be.
After I finished snacking, I floated over to the living quarters where I found my bedroom. It was a humble room with a mattress and a blanket resting in the center. I looked in the neighbor's room and saw the Suter family there playing a game. I waived at them, but they didn't notice me.
Then I went to bed, cuddled up to my blue sphere.
Then I awoke.
Friday, October 12, 2012
Dream #476 (October 12, 2012)
This was quite an experience, and it felt as if it lasted far longer than one night's sleep. I will summarize it the best I can.
I began the dream living with my brother Matt in my grandpa's house (though my grandpa didn't live there in my dream). I returned from work (I was a night-shift janitor, the same job of a character I created a few months ago) to find Matt in quite a bit of distress.
He showed me the contents of a package he had received in the mail. There was some sort of timer with a remote taped to it, a package of taco mix, and some confetti poppers. He then told me about a strange man who told me he planned on destroying Fort Wayne (in my dream, Fort Wayne was the size of New York City).
Just then, there was a knock on the front door. Matt answered it, and it was another man, apparently a follower of the destructive lunatic, and he handed Matt another package that read, "DO NOT OPEN."
As the man, who was wearing a purple scarf in spite of the warm weather, was trying to leave, Matt grabbed him and demanded to get an explanation. The man stayed annoyingly calm, as if he were a righteous man, and told Matt that he could get his answers on the rooftops.
Then the lunatic, who had been waiting in the black car for his scarf-wearing friend, came up to the door, and talked in riddles to Matt. Matt, at first, was trying to reason with him, attempting to get the man to give up on his quest to destroy the city. However, after several minutes of this, Matt no longer was defensive and told the men to leave, and that he didn't care to play their games.
The men left and I opened up the first package again and tried to figure out the meaning. I saw some of the ingredients that were rather unique, and I wondered if those would somehow help us stop the man. My brother pulled the package from me and, while he didn't totally shoot down my thought, he said we shouldn't even play their games. I told him we had to at least try to stop him.
He said that he didn't want to give the man the satisfaction of his cooperation. I understood where he was coming from. Even if we did solve the riddle, the man would actually allow us to stop him under his conditions.
Matt said he wanted to eat dinner, but I told him I had to "go out."
I drove immediately to the highest building in the city.
I found nobody there, but on a nearby flat-top tall building, I saw a small group of people and a large, destructive-looking machine. I parked my car in a parking garage and ran up to the top of the building, where I was greeted kindly by the lunatic.
He then went into some sort of monologue about how he had to destroy the city, to be an example to other cities. He said mankind had already begun to destroy itself, and he wanted to help nature along. While I sympathized with some of his beliefs, I pleaded for all of the lives he would destroy. I argued in favor of life itself. He said that no man was innocent, and no man deserved such life. I argued that no living thing deserves to have life, to give life, or to take life.
He then pulled out two knives and told me to tell him what I hated most. I took a second to think about it, concerning myself more with the knives than the question. He asked the question again, louder the second time, and came at me with the knives.
"Just tell me, and you won't have to worry!"
I grabbed his wrists as he went to stab me. As I fought I tried to think how to answer his question. He pulled back and went for another stab, this time penetrating my right hand. The twisted my wrist, and the knife stuck in my hand, pulling it away from my adversary. I kicked his second knife away. As he was about to come at me again, somebody called for him, and he left saying, "It is time."
I pocked the knife that he had implanted into my palm.
A crowd of people began to form on the rooftop. After about twenty minutes, the lunatic stood near me and addressed the crowd, using the same logic he used when arguing with me. He said he was going to release a poisonous gas that would cause people to deteriorate over the period of nine days.
He then said people could protect themselves using the special felt blankets that were provided. I found one near me and immediately put it over myself. Then I thought of Matt, and called him from my cell phone.
Matt answered, and I told him how he had to protect himself. Then I thought of the knife in my pocket, and I looked at how close the leader was to me. If I were to stab him in the heart, if I were to kill him, would his whole group of followers disperse? Were they all so crazy? It was worth a shot.
But could I kill a man?
I asked my brother if one life was worth thousands. Before he could answer me, my phone died.
I didn't know what to do. What if I failed? Surely I wouldn't. But could I bring myself to it.
After a couple minutes of such an internal debate, I decided I would do it. I was the only one with a weapon and with the ambition to stop this man.
I took three steps forward when a very tall woman next to me pulled out a large pistol and shot the lunatic in the back with an almost disturbing calm. I turned to her, looked up at her face, and thanked her. I told her about how I was just getting ready to stab the man, but wasn't sure if I could bring myself to it. She nodded her head, then walked away.
At that moment, the police finally showed up to catch the fleeing accomplices, including the man in the purple scarf.
Interestingly enough, the lunatic hadn't actually died. He had just been taken down. He was sitting by the street, looking as if all was well with the world. The man with the purple scarf was next to him, wearing a set of handcuffs (though the lunatic wasn't cuffed). I noticed that only one cop was there, and he didn't seem to be paying much attention. I called the police and told them they needed more personnel there, and they told me to mind my own business.
I looked back, and the lunatic was gone.
Depressed, I walked down the street to my favorite coffee shop (in my dream; I don't drink coffee in real life). I called my friend Neil Silveus and told I needed somebody to talk to.
I waited for him as I drank my black coffee and ate my danish. He didn't show up, so I left.
As I walked toward the parking garage, I heard his voice. I looked behind me and watched him as he ran up to me. I told him about my day, though I was interrupted when something caught my eye. I saw a man, who looked like the lunatic checking into a hotel across the street.
I immediately called the police, and they said they had it under control.
Frustrated, I told Neil I had to take care of things myself.
I walked across the street and entered the hotel. I asked the clerk where I could find the man who had most recently checked in. He gave me the room number and said that he must be a popular guy, which confused me at the time.
I took the wrong stairwell the first time, for it only led up to the third floor, not the fifteenth, where the man was staying. I had to go back down and enter another stairwell.
Finally I made it up. I ran to his room, not really having any sort of plan in mind. I found that his door was propped open by an ice bucket. I walked in and saw a horrific sight.
There, in front of me, was the man's the man's head, wrapped in a purple scarf. His eyes, though lifeless, were looking right at me, which still gives me chills. I looked away to protect my soul and saw the rest of his body under a broken window.
I turned and ran out of the hotel.
Then everything went black as I tried to erase the memory from my mind.
I woke up the next morning in my grandpa's house. My brother brought me the newspaper, which told about how the man had been found decapitated in his hotel room.
I went outside and walked all the way to the great bridge of Fort Wayne (that doesn't really exist). I heard somebody yell that the Danielson Ships were approaching from the other side. I wanted badly to board the Danielson Ship (Danielson has an album called Ships in real life), so I jumped into the icy water and began swimming to the other side. The water was actually warm. As I swam, all I could think of was the decapitated lunatic. I began to hyperventilate, and I started sinking. As I went under, my last glimpse of the world was a great ship, a Danielson ships, that sparkled bright blue, passing by me.
Then I awoke.
I began the dream living with my brother Matt in my grandpa's house (though my grandpa didn't live there in my dream). I returned from work (I was a night-shift janitor, the same job of a character I created a few months ago) to find Matt in quite a bit of distress.
He showed me the contents of a package he had received in the mail. There was some sort of timer with a remote taped to it, a package of taco mix, and some confetti poppers. He then told me about a strange man who told me he planned on destroying Fort Wayne (in my dream, Fort Wayne was the size of New York City).
Just then, there was a knock on the front door. Matt answered it, and it was another man, apparently a follower of the destructive lunatic, and he handed Matt another package that read, "DO NOT OPEN."
As the man, who was wearing a purple scarf in spite of the warm weather, was trying to leave, Matt grabbed him and demanded to get an explanation. The man stayed annoyingly calm, as if he were a righteous man, and told Matt that he could get his answers on the rooftops.
Then the lunatic, who had been waiting in the black car for his scarf-wearing friend, came up to the door, and talked in riddles to Matt. Matt, at first, was trying to reason with him, attempting to get the man to give up on his quest to destroy the city. However, after several minutes of this, Matt no longer was defensive and told the men to leave, and that he didn't care to play their games.
The men left and I opened up the first package again and tried to figure out the meaning. I saw some of the ingredients that were rather unique, and I wondered if those would somehow help us stop the man. My brother pulled the package from me and, while he didn't totally shoot down my thought, he said we shouldn't even play their games. I told him we had to at least try to stop him.
He said that he didn't want to give the man the satisfaction of his cooperation. I understood where he was coming from. Even if we did solve the riddle, the man would actually allow us to stop him under his conditions.
Matt said he wanted to eat dinner, but I told him I had to "go out."
I drove immediately to the highest building in the city.
I found nobody there, but on a nearby flat-top tall building, I saw a small group of people and a large, destructive-looking machine. I parked my car in a parking garage and ran up to the top of the building, where I was greeted kindly by the lunatic.
He then went into some sort of monologue about how he had to destroy the city, to be an example to other cities. He said mankind had already begun to destroy itself, and he wanted to help nature along. While I sympathized with some of his beliefs, I pleaded for all of the lives he would destroy. I argued in favor of life itself. He said that no man was innocent, and no man deserved such life. I argued that no living thing deserves to have life, to give life, or to take life.
He then pulled out two knives and told me to tell him what I hated most. I took a second to think about it, concerning myself more with the knives than the question. He asked the question again, louder the second time, and came at me with the knives.
"Just tell me, and you won't have to worry!"
I grabbed his wrists as he went to stab me. As I fought I tried to think how to answer his question. He pulled back and went for another stab, this time penetrating my right hand. The twisted my wrist, and the knife stuck in my hand, pulling it away from my adversary. I kicked his second knife away. As he was about to come at me again, somebody called for him, and he left saying, "It is time."
I pocked the knife that he had implanted into my palm.
A crowd of people began to form on the rooftop. After about twenty minutes, the lunatic stood near me and addressed the crowd, using the same logic he used when arguing with me. He said he was going to release a poisonous gas that would cause people to deteriorate over the period of nine days.
He then said people could protect themselves using the special felt blankets that were provided. I found one near me and immediately put it over myself. Then I thought of Matt, and called him from my cell phone.
Matt answered, and I told him how he had to protect himself. Then I thought of the knife in my pocket, and I looked at how close the leader was to me. If I were to stab him in the heart, if I were to kill him, would his whole group of followers disperse? Were they all so crazy? It was worth a shot.
But could I kill a man?
I asked my brother if one life was worth thousands. Before he could answer me, my phone died.
I didn't know what to do. What if I failed? Surely I wouldn't. But could I bring myself to it.
After a couple minutes of such an internal debate, I decided I would do it. I was the only one with a weapon and with the ambition to stop this man.
I took three steps forward when a very tall woman next to me pulled out a large pistol and shot the lunatic in the back with an almost disturbing calm. I turned to her, looked up at her face, and thanked her. I told her about how I was just getting ready to stab the man, but wasn't sure if I could bring myself to it. She nodded her head, then walked away.
At that moment, the police finally showed up to catch the fleeing accomplices, including the man in the purple scarf.
Interestingly enough, the lunatic hadn't actually died. He had just been taken down. He was sitting by the street, looking as if all was well with the world. The man with the purple scarf was next to him, wearing a set of handcuffs (though the lunatic wasn't cuffed). I noticed that only one cop was there, and he didn't seem to be paying much attention. I called the police and told them they needed more personnel there, and they told me to mind my own business.
I looked back, and the lunatic was gone.
Depressed, I walked down the street to my favorite coffee shop (in my dream; I don't drink coffee in real life). I called my friend Neil Silveus and told I needed somebody to talk to.
I waited for him as I drank my black coffee and ate my danish. He didn't show up, so I left.
As I walked toward the parking garage, I heard his voice. I looked behind me and watched him as he ran up to me. I told him about my day, though I was interrupted when something caught my eye. I saw a man, who looked like the lunatic checking into a hotel across the street.
I immediately called the police, and they said they had it under control.
Frustrated, I told Neil I had to take care of things myself.
I walked across the street and entered the hotel. I asked the clerk where I could find the man who had most recently checked in. He gave me the room number and said that he must be a popular guy, which confused me at the time.
I took the wrong stairwell the first time, for it only led up to the third floor, not the fifteenth, where the man was staying. I had to go back down and enter another stairwell.
Finally I made it up. I ran to his room, not really having any sort of plan in mind. I found that his door was propped open by an ice bucket. I walked in and saw a horrific sight.
There, in front of me, was the man's the man's head, wrapped in a purple scarf. His eyes, though lifeless, were looking right at me, which still gives me chills. I looked away to protect my soul and saw the rest of his body under a broken window.
I turned and ran out of the hotel.
Then everything went black as I tried to erase the memory from my mind.
I woke up the next morning in my grandpa's house. My brother brought me the newspaper, which told about how the man had been found decapitated in his hotel room.
I went outside and walked all the way to the great bridge of Fort Wayne (that doesn't really exist). I heard somebody yell that the Danielson Ships were approaching from the other side. I wanted badly to board the Danielson Ship (Danielson has an album called Ships in real life), so I jumped into the icy water and began swimming to the other side. The water was actually warm. As I swam, all I could think of was the decapitated lunatic. I began to hyperventilate, and I started sinking. As I went under, my last glimpse of the world was a great ship, a Danielson ships, that sparkled bright blue, passing by me.
Then I awoke.
Dream #475 (October 11, 2012)
This was interesting. This will be made brief, though it was a very long dream.
I dreamt that I was living at my parents' house. My dad came home, announcing he had purchased a new pet. Excited, I ran upstairs to see what it was. To my dismay I saw a disgusting green creature. It had a shape similar to a panther, put it was slimy and green, and had the most hideous of faces. When it tried to smile, it showed its decaying teeth and its purple tongue.
I wasn't sure how I could grow to love such a creature, but my dad said I had to spend time with it.
I walked it to the basement where it jumped on me and licked my face. I vomited immediately, not making the smell any worse.
Then there was a montage.
I spent more and more time with this creature, cleaning up after it, and actually cleaning the creature itself. I played with it, played music by it (like I used to do with Sadie), and wrote with it sitting next to me. As I spent more time with it, I began to love the creature more and more, for it was quite loyal. At last we were the best of friends.
Then I switched to a different dream.
I was residing in a great hotel with all of my former high school classmates from Oregon-Davis. It was some sort of overnight reunion. A bunch of partying and gaming and socializing took place that I don't really need to write down (UNO, punch, and conversation). As everyone was about to go to sleep in their separate rooms, screams began to fill the halls. I looked out and saw everyone run into the ballroom.
I followed them. I looked behind me and saw a giant tiger wearing the clothes of a man running behind me with blood in his mouth.
I sprinted faster, entered the ballroom, and slammed the door shut behind me.
Everyone gathered together. Everyone had made it there except for Nathan Ferch (my former neighbor). Erin Rosander (she is now Erin Morris) asked if he was eaten. Then Adam Konkey said no. I remembered the clothes the tiger was wearing were the same clothes Nathan was wearing that evening. Konkey went onto explain that Nathan had been cursed, and would become a man-eating tiger every night until certain unknown conditions would break the spell.
Then I heard Nathan, in tiger form, scratching at the door and whining. I looked at the crack under the door and saw a tortilla shell slide underneath with a sad face scratched out of it.
I shouted out, "Nathan!" I walked toward the door as everyone else in the room told me to stay away from it.
Adam Konkey exclaimed, "You are putting us all at risk!"
"Nathan," I continued, "no more!"
I walked out the door, greeted the lion, and embraced it.
Then I flashed forward to a hall of fame induction ceremony at the O-D gymnasium. He accepted the award and thanked me in his speech.
Apparently the curse had been broken.
I watched the pictures of him coaching basketball. In one picture I thought I saw a hint of orange fur on his face, but I must have been seeing things...
Then I awoke.
I dreamt that I was living at my parents' house. My dad came home, announcing he had purchased a new pet. Excited, I ran upstairs to see what it was. To my dismay I saw a disgusting green creature. It had a shape similar to a panther, put it was slimy and green, and had the most hideous of faces. When it tried to smile, it showed its decaying teeth and its purple tongue.
I wasn't sure how I could grow to love such a creature, but my dad said I had to spend time with it.
I walked it to the basement where it jumped on me and licked my face. I vomited immediately, not making the smell any worse.
Then there was a montage.
I spent more and more time with this creature, cleaning up after it, and actually cleaning the creature itself. I played with it, played music by it (like I used to do with Sadie), and wrote with it sitting next to me. As I spent more time with it, I began to love the creature more and more, for it was quite loyal. At last we were the best of friends.
Then I switched to a different dream.
I was residing in a great hotel with all of my former high school classmates from Oregon-Davis. It was some sort of overnight reunion. A bunch of partying and gaming and socializing took place that I don't really need to write down (UNO, punch, and conversation). As everyone was about to go to sleep in their separate rooms, screams began to fill the halls. I looked out and saw everyone run into the ballroom.
I followed them. I looked behind me and saw a giant tiger wearing the clothes of a man running behind me with blood in his mouth.
I sprinted faster, entered the ballroom, and slammed the door shut behind me.
Everyone gathered together. Everyone had made it there except for Nathan Ferch (my former neighbor). Erin Rosander (she is now Erin Morris) asked if he was eaten. Then Adam Konkey said no. I remembered the clothes the tiger was wearing were the same clothes Nathan was wearing that evening. Konkey went onto explain that Nathan had been cursed, and would become a man-eating tiger every night until certain unknown conditions would break the spell.
Then I heard Nathan, in tiger form, scratching at the door and whining. I looked at the crack under the door and saw a tortilla shell slide underneath with a sad face scratched out of it.
I shouted out, "Nathan!" I walked toward the door as everyone else in the room told me to stay away from it.
Adam Konkey exclaimed, "You are putting us all at risk!"
"Nathan," I continued, "no more!"
I walked out the door, greeted the lion, and embraced it.
Then I flashed forward to a hall of fame induction ceremony at the O-D gymnasium. He accepted the award and thanked me in his speech.
Apparently the curse had been broken.
I watched the pictures of him coaching basketball. In one picture I thought I saw a hint of orange fur on his face, but I must have been seeing things...
Then I awoke.
Monday, October 1, 2012
Dream #474 (October 1, 2012)
This was pretty insane.
I first dreamt that I was in a secret basement (that only existed in my dream) in Koontz Lake Missionary Church late in the night. I was with a bunch of gangsters, and we were playing poker.
After a few hands, we walked up to the sanctuary and I played guitar and harmonica while the rest of them used various parts of their bodies to create a rhythm section. We were really rockin' out, and as we did so, the stained glass behind us began to put on a sort of light show with the various colors of glass making up the image of a cross.
Then I awoke, only to fall back asleep.
In the next dream, I was in a jungle, wearing an old-school safari outfit, with a few other explorers. I had been instructed to explore this wild territory by my grandpa, who had given me a map of the area.
I followed the map through a thick jungle until it led to a great wooden fortress that sat atop a waterfall. My team and I climbed up the series of wooden ladders that lead to the top level of the fortress. Then we crossed a rope bridge to a walkway that crossed over the river to a special hut.
Inside this hut was a great blue diamond. I looked at it and decided not to take it, for it didn't feel right. I ordered the team to turn around and leave.
As we walked away, we heard a shriek and turned around to see that one of our company had grabbed the blue diamond. Furthermore, a great black bear, towering twenty feet tall, had grabbed him and began shredding him to pieces, tossing the bits of the man into the river. It was a hideous sight, and it struck the rest of us with a terrible fear.
The rest of the crew sprinted off toward the rope bridge, but two other great black bears leapt out of the river and grabbed them, shredding them to pieces like the other fella. I was surrounded by these creatures, all of which were now looking at me.
I tried to stay calm. I glanced behind me and noticed a short wall on the bridge that I could leap over into the water. I began creeping in that direction, but as I got there, one bear jumped toward me and flung me in the air with his powerful paw, tearing at my flesh as he did so.
I knew his other paw was coming from the other side of me to tear at me again, so I positioned my feet just right and kicked off of his paw as he swung at me, which pushed me over the wall of the bridge and into the the river.
It was deep enough that I could swim below the surface. I held my breath for a great amount of time, not daring to emerge my head even for a moment.
When I finally had to take a breath, I poked my head out just as my body tumbled over the edge of the waterfall.
As I fell, I saw one of the ladders that I had climbed to get to the top of the fortress and managed to grab ahold of it before falling the hundreds of feet to the river below me.
I hung on the ladder for a moment, catching my breath.
Then I appeared at the top of the fortress, but was wearing my usual clothing. The place appeared to be some sort of tourist attraction, and was gaudily decorated all about. I walked up the asphalt road to a group of souvenir shops and restaurants and saw an orange van that belonged to RemedyLIVE (where I worked in Fort Wayne). I entered the van and saw Geoff Cocanower, Adam Pflugshaupt (a friend from high school), and a couple other people. They were having a long jump competition inside the van.
I was up first and did a straight jump from the board (without running up to it) and jumped 13 feet. Then Geoff jumped 16' and another guy jumped 17.5', both with running starts. It was my turn next, but Adam, who was running the event, told me to wait for a minute while he did ran a quick errand. He left the van while I stretched out my legs.
I waited there for several minutes, but nobody came back. Finally, I left the van and wandered down the asphalt road until I found Asa Ennis (an old friend of mine). He ran up to me and asked me if I could drive another Remedy van up to the top of the fortress so that the rest of the visitors could load up into the van, for an evacuation of the property was taking place.
I jumped in the van and headed up. After I started, I realized that the side door was still open. I tried to brake hard so I could jump out and close it, but the brakes didn't work. The van continued to accelerate without my consent, all the way up to the top. I was speeding toward a flimsy gate that weakly attempted to prevent people from driving over the cliff that sat on the other side. I quickly grabbed the emergency brake and halted the car right before crashing into the fence. I got out of the van as people about me were applauding me.
Then I looked over and saw a great tower of water heading towards us.
Then I awoke.
I first dreamt that I was in a secret basement (that only existed in my dream) in Koontz Lake Missionary Church late in the night. I was with a bunch of gangsters, and we were playing poker.
After a few hands, we walked up to the sanctuary and I played guitar and harmonica while the rest of them used various parts of their bodies to create a rhythm section. We were really rockin' out, and as we did so, the stained glass behind us began to put on a sort of light show with the various colors of glass making up the image of a cross.
Then I awoke, only to fall back asleep.
In the next dream, I was in a jungle, wearing an old-school safari outfit, with a few other explorers. I had been instructed to explore this wild territory by my grandpa, who had given me a map of the area.
I followed the map through a thick jungle until it led to a great wooden fortress that sat atop a waterfall. My team and I climbed up the series of wooden ladders that lead to the top level of the fortress. Then we crossed a rope bridge to a walkway that crossed over the river to a special hut.
Inside this hut was a great blue diamond. I looked at it and decided not to take it, for it didn't feel right. I ordered the team to turn around and leave.
As we walked away, we heard a shriek and turned around to see that one of our company had grabbed the blue diamond. Furthermore, a great black bear, towering twenty feet tall, had grabbed him and began shredding him to pieces, tossing the bits of the man into the river. It was a hideous sight, and it struck the rest of us with a terrible fear.
The rest of the crew sprinted off toward the rope bridge, but two other great black bears leapt out of the river and grabbed them, shredding them to pieces like the other fella. I was surrounded by these creatures, all of which were now looking at me.
I tried to stay calm. I glanced behind me and noticed a short wall on the bridge that I could leap over into the water. I began creeping in that direction, but as I got there, one bear jumped toward me and flung me in the air with his powerful paw, tearing at my flesh as he did so.
I knew his other paw was coming from the other side of me to tear at me again, so I positioned my feet just right and kicked off of his paw as he swung at me, which pushed me over the wall of the bridge and into the the river.
It was deep enough that I could swim below the surface. I held my breath for a great amount of time, not daring to emerge my head even for a moment.
When I finally had to take a breath, I poked my head out just as my body tumbled over the edge of the waterfall.
As I fell, I saw one of the ladders that I had climbed to get to the top of the fortress and managed to grab ahold of it before falling the hundreds of feet to the river below me.
I hung on the ladder for a moment, catching my breath.
Then I appeared at the top of the fortress, but was wearing my usual clothing. The place appeared to be some sort of tourist attraction, and was gaudily decorated all about. I walked up the asphalt road to a group of souvenir shops and restaurants and saw an orange van that belonged to RemedyLIVE (where I worked in Fort Wayne). I entered the van and saw Geoff Cocanower, Adam Pflugshaupt (a friend from high school), and a couple other people. They were having a long jump competition inside the van.
I was up first and did a straight jump from the board (without running up to it) and jumped 13 feet. Then Geoff jumped 16' and another guy jumped 17.5', both with running starts. It was my turn next, but Adam, who was running the event, told me to wait for a minute while he did ran a quick errand. He left the van while I stretched out my legs.
I waited there for several minutes, but nobody came back. Finally, I left the van and wandered down the asphalt road until I found Asa Ennis (an old friend of mine). He ran up to me and asked me if I could drive another Remedy van up to the top of the fortress so that the rest of the visitors could load up into the van, for an evacuation of the property was taking place.
I jumped in the van and headed up. After I started, I realized that the side door was still open. I tried to brake hard so I could jump out and close it, but the brakes didn't work. The van continued to accelerate without my consent, all the way up to the top. I was speeding toward a flimsy gate that weakly attempted to prevent people from driving over the cliff that sat on the other side. I quickly grabbed the emergency brake and halted the car right before crashing into the fence. I got out of the van as people about me were applauding me.
Then I looked over and saw a great tower of water heading towards us.
Then I awoke.
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