Dream #493 (March 4, 2013)

This was long, but not much happened; therefore the post will be much shorter than the previous post (not that anyone cares).


I was walking for what felt like hours down a paved road in the middle of a vast desert.  There were no signs of life anywhere to be seen or heard.  Sand was continually blowing in my face, and I was often picking it out of my teeth and from under my tongue.

After a long and slow walk, I saw a bald eagle soar above me, which brought me a bit of energy.  Then, out of nowhere, a blue car pulled up beside me and Andrew Jensen (a former classmate of mine in high school) leaned out with window and told me that I was "almost there."  He rolled his window back up and sped off into the sand.

I soon walked up to a baby blue house, which appeared to be falling apart.  I heard the phone ringing inside, so I entered the house and answered it.  It was some woman calling me from a church.  Though I wasn't the man of the house she was trying to reach, she talked to me anyway.  When she talked, I lived out her descriptions, but in my own body.

I was in her story, at a funeral taking place at a small Catholic church.  There were beautiful stained glass windows, and the pews and carpeting was gorgeous.  The flower arrangement was nice, and the priest did a nice job with the ceremony (all of these things were from her point of view).  I kept wanting to turn my attention to the decorations about me and to a mysterious green box sitting next to me on the pew, but I was stuck with her story and her perspective, and I was unable to leave the set path.

We finally finished talking and I was back in the apparently not-so-abandonded home.  As I approached the door to leave, I noticed that under the floor below me (I had to walk over a stage to get to the door) was a huge yellow anaconda snake, sleeping peacefully.  I have an Indiana-Jones-like fear of snakes, and I froze, scared to move in fear that I would wake up the dreadful creature.  My heart was racing.  I looked behind me and realized that there was no other way out of the room.

I began to study the old toys that were strewn across the room, many that I had played with as a kid.  However, the distraction didn't last long, and I was again focused on the snake beneath me.  I decided to just go for it, because I thought the particular snake was a constrictor, so I hopped over it and landed near the door.

Suddenly, the snake lifted its great head and cocked it back as if it were about to strike.

Then I awoke very early in the morning (much earlier than I had wanted to awake).  Somehow there was a bit of light coming from the window, reflecting off the wall beside me in a perfect shape of a snake ready to strike me.  I sprung out of bed and turned on my reading lamp, only to discover that I was free from harm.  I was unable to go back to sleep after that.

Dream #492 (March 3, 2012)

Such a long dream.  I'll try to summarize.


I started out the dream as an employee of a hotel the size of several city blocks.  I shot and edited videos that played in the hotel (the pool, the lounge, the massage room, the exercise room, the bedrooms, etc.), and I was also the personal assistant of Mr. Woo (a middle-aged Chinese man who always wore a red sweat jogging suit and sunglasses).  I would carry his jacket and bags, take notes for him, get him clean towels when needed, and more.  He was the owner of the hotel, and a billionaire, and he called me his right-hand man (though he made all business decisions alone and didn't really ask my advice on anything).

I was following Mr. Woo around, as usual, and we took the elevator near the front desk of the first floor (after I watched him yell ferociously at the lady working there) up to the 67th floor to the treadmill room (which, for some reason, was quite dimly lit).  He had me turn on the television as he began to run.  He sent me off to get him a towel.

I returned to the elevator and went up to the top floor (the 100th floor), which was all Mr. Woo's giant room.  I grabbed him one of his special towels and headed back to the treadmill room.   A young woman, a fellow employee with black hair, stopped me and tried flirting with me.  I didn't want to keep Mr. Woo waiting, so I ignored her completely.

When I reentered the room, I saw Mr. Woo sitting on a still treadmill, running his hands through his thick black hair and shaking his head.  I knelt down beside him, and he calmly told me to turn the television off.  After doing so, he informed me that the city was under the threat of a massive attack and that everyone was ordered to take shelter in Mr. Woo's hotel (which was conveniently bomb proof).  I thought, at first, that he was concerned for the city, but after talking with him, it seemed he was most concerned about his hotel's well being.

After many tedious preparations (much of which was putting nice things into storage), the masses were allowed to enter the hotel.  It wasn't long before every room of every floor (except for the 100th floor) was packed with people (shoulder to shoulder), everyone anticipating the explosion and tremors that would most likely follow.  I was in charge of making sure the rations of food and water were given out fairly to each person, which was quite difficult because everyone thought they deserved more than they were given.  I was fortunate enough that Mr. Woo allowed me to take occasional breaks in his room, which gave me a chance to relax and breathe.

The explosion happened, though nobody except for Mr. Woo (who was staring out his window at the time) knew that it had happened.  While it was happening, I was dealing with a middle-aged buff guy who was arguing with an old widow about the amount of space each was taking up.

Once the bomb had gone off, everyone had to be filed out of the building, which was an ordeal that took hours.  During this process I again ran into the black-haired girl again, and she told me I should meet her at her house afterwards and we could share stories about the crazy experience we had just lived through.

I thought it sounded kind of nice actually, so I told her I would go.

After I go off work, I began following the directions that the gal had given me.  It was difficult, however, for the roads had been turned to rubble, and the streets were quite chaotic.  On my way, I passed by a large school that looked like something was a bit off there.  For some reason I entered it and discovered that it had been taken over by a group of radical gunmen who had sworn to take over the city so that it could have "a leadership with authority and power."  I was quite scared of these guys, because they had gone as far as taking the teens of the high school hostage so that their parents' would provide the with the funds and weaponry they needed.

A man wearing no shirt and a bandana on his head found me wandering the halls and told me that I needed to either join or be shot.  I asked if there was a third option, and he said no.

I wasn't sure what to do, so I started to run.  Luckily it took the guy by surprise a bit, giving me time to turn a corner before he could fire.  I ran straight out of the school, with him following behind me (he was slow, however, because he was carrying a lot of weaponry).

I made it out to the parking lot, where I hid underneath a parked car.  I could watch his feet off in the distance as the walked about searching for me.  Luckily he soon gave up, and I was able to get up and begin sneaking away.

As I was leaving, I ran into my friends Kevin Chupp and Jon Andrew Caslteberry.  At first I was excited, but then I saw a man walking behind them, pointing a gun at each of them.  Jon spoke up and told me that they were being forced to join the revolution (apparently there was some threat of brain washing).  The man with guns called out to a nearby window, and it was quickly opened by the man with the bandana.  He looked at me and laughed a nasty laugh.  The man with the guns pushed Kevin, then Jon Andrew, through the window.


Then I awoke.

Dream #491 (March 1, 2013)

Well.


I first dreamt that I was wandering through a library in my parents' basement.  There were hundreds of book shelves down there, with all kinds of old, dusty books.  I was with my brothers (Matt and Mike) and we were having a good time discovering various well-known literary works.

After a while, I wandered into a dead end of the bookshelf maze.  Lying on the floor was a large and open cardboard box.  I walk up to it and peered inside, discovering two dogs: Penny and Sadie.  Penny is my parents' current dog (a small terrier), and Sadie was the family's large black lab that has been deceased for several years now (I still miss that dog).  I was very excited to see Sadie, but I knew in the dream that she was dead, and I realized that her body was limp.

My brothers joined me in looking at the carcass.  Suddenly, Sadie's head lifted, and she leapt up out of the box.  We were all very excited and began playing with her.  Something, however, didn't feel quite right, because she wasn't behaving like Sadie used to behave.  I then realized that she was acting a lot like Penny.

I quickly looked into the box and discovered that Penny now appeared to be dead.  I come to the conclusion that Penny's spirit could inhabit the bodies of other dogs.  Sure enough, when I touched Penny, Sadie went limp and Penny sprung to life.  I called for my dad, who came to us quickly, and I told him about Penny's spirit.


Then I switched to a different dream.


I was playing football in the parking lot of Koontz Lake Missionary Church.  I was in high school, as were all the other teenagers playing there.  Far too many people were involved in this game, for the lot was packed (with around 50 people on each team).  Michael Kaser and I were trying to make some plays, but they kept failing.  The first time, I was the quarterback, and I threw it at him, but it was intercepted.  After we got the ball back, he threw it at me, a bit farther than I could run (I was unable, like in many of my dreams, to sprint at full speed).  Then, the next time, though I was wide open, he decided to lateral the ball to Heather Kranenburg, but it was intercepted before it reached her.


Then I switched to a different dream, though it was similar.


I was flying a small plane above Koontz Lake Missionary, and Michael Kaser was in the cockpit with me.  I was spinning, swerving, and diving all about, all unintentionally.  I wanted to land it, but I was very unsure of my skills.  I wasn't even certain how or why I had got the plane in the air in the first place.  Finally, I built up enough courage, and slammed the plane into the ground, tearing up the front yard of the church quite horribly.  Even so, Michael and I survived.

I hopped out of the plane and walked across the street, where a bunch of people had gathered around.  Apparently a large semi truck had tipped over, and it was revealed that its contents were radioactive.  There was a tiny little crate filled with hay.  I young husky was sniffing around the crate.  One of the truckers (all the men standing around were truckers) had the guts to reach inside the hay and pull out a large egg.

Suddenly, the egg began to crack in his hand, causing him to panic and drop the egg.  Green ooze burst from inside it, spilling out over the ground, then collecting back together in the shape of a sphere.  The sphere then turned into a little alien-like creature, and it began to walk around.  The dog tried sniffing it, but the alien oozed itself into the nose of the dog and burned the poor creature from the inside, causing it to melt on the pavement.

Everyone ran in different directions.  I chose to run into the church, the doors of which I locked behind me.  I sat in the front office and waited there in darkness until I heard a slamming on the front door.  I ran out to see a man covered in little green creatures trying to get inside.  I looked like he was suffering greatly, but I feared that if I opened the door, I would be killing the both of us.


Then I awoke.

Dream #490 (February 24, 2013)

I debated for a while, with myself, about wether or not I should post these disturbing dreams.  I've decided to do it.  Proceed with caution.


In the first dream I was in my grandpa's house during a terribly stormy night.  I was sitting alone at the dining room table reading the newspaper.  Suddenly the radio turned on and a warning was issued.  In the neighborhood, several people had been found to be cut completely in half.  Nobody knew how this was taking place, or who was responsible.  I walked over and turned on a little white television and watched a news reported walk through the city park and stand over a halved body as she described the state of the victim.

This was horrifying, so I turned of the TV.  I crept over to the living room and opened up the curtain a bit so that I could see out to the street by the house.  I saw a strange shape lying in the road.  Curiosity got the better of me, and I unlocked the front door and walked out to see what it was.

When I reached the road I discovered that there were dozens of bodies, each cut in half, lying motionless all about.  I walked down to the end of the street, looking at the halves of faces of the bodies, trying to see if I recognized any of them.  I didn't, but a great sadness began to consume me.

I began to hyperventilate, so I hurried back into my grandpa's house and locked the door behind me.  Just then I heard some strange, muffled pounding coming from the basement.

I cautiously walked down the green stairs, then through the basement, until I reached the cellar.  I opened the door and saw a well-lit white and grey metal container, standing seven feet tall.  The container had a glass window, through which I could see a beautiful young woman screaming and pounding on the glass.  The glass had a thick black line that ran right down the center of it, dividing the image of the woman into two parts.  I knew that this was the machine that was responsible for so much destruction.

I rushed over to the woman and tried to open the death trap.  She was relieved at my presence, yet still had a terrified look in her divided eyes.  I began to sweat as I felt all about the machine for several long seconds, unable to find any sort of button or lever.  All of a sudden, the machine began to make a lot of noise, and I saw a blade slowly begin to creep down above the woman's head.  Panicked I began trying to bust the glass with my fists and I tried prying the door open, but it was no use.

The woman screamed as the blade ran through her skull.  All I could do was watch.


Then I was in a different dream, equally horrifying.


I was sitting in a small aluminum container alone.  Smoke began to fill it, then one of the walls fell and I was free to walk outside.  I walked through a beautiful park on a warm and sunny day.  In the center of the park was a magician standing on a platform, waiving a wand about charismatically.

Amused, I stood with a small crowd and watched him perform slight-of-hand tricks without error.  After a bit of this, he revealed a long, black box and asked for a volunteer from the crowd.  The woman next to me raised her hand, and the magician called her up to the stage and had her enter the box.  She did so with delight.  Then he called for another volunteer.  I raised my hand, but he decided to go with another woman, whom he had join him on the stage.  Then, with the waive of his wand and a puff of smoke, the magician, woman, and box containing a woman, vanished.

I was a bit upset that I hadn't been chosen, and I wanted to see how the trick worked, so I snuck behind the stage and found a trap door hidden there.  I opened it and descended down a tall ladder that stretched down far further than I had thought it would.

I finally made it down into a dark cave.  A small lamp light could be seen about one hundred feet away, so I crept over to it.  There I saw the magician pick up a needle and thread and bend down away from me.  It appeared as if he was sewing something.

I finally came close enough to him that I was just about to look over his shoulder at what he was doing. Suddenly he whipped around and smiled a crooked and wicked smile at me and nodded for me to look past him at his work.  I did so and saw a graphic and horrible wreck.  Apparently the magician had cut off the face of the first woman and had sewn it onto the second.  The woman with the new face, which barely clung to her old one, was still conscious and was wriggling about, unable to free herself from the bonds that the magician had placed upon her ankles and wrists.

I wanted to look away and relieve myself of the ghastly sight, but I couldn't and continued to stare at the sagging and bloody flesh and at the pair of eyes that sunk behind the shadow of a foreign brow.


Finally, I awoke, though the terrifying images couldn't leave my mind for some time.

Dream #489 (January 28, 2013)

After a great tragedy I closed my eyes long enough to dream.

I was in great distress.  In an empty blue city covered in snow I wandered for several long minutes, searching for something unbeknownst to me.  There were headlights here and there, but no cars belonging to them.  The streetlights shined yellow, but a blue light was sewn across the streets and buildings.

At last I found a life - a small, dark-skinned girl playing in the street.  I approached her with excitement, but she retreated from me in fear.  I meant her no harm, for I was grateful to find life.  I tried to show her that I was gentle and that I had good intentions, but she would have no part of me.  Frustrated, grabbed some toys from around her and forced my hands in front of her as I showed her that I could also play.  She finally smiled at me, but the smile was quickly transformed into a gasp as a nearby mansion lit up with both light and sound.  The girl sniffed the air, then ran with great speed down the street into the darkness.

I looked upon the mansion with curiosity and with fear.  The front door opened, calling me, so I entered.

Inside was a chaotic party.  People were drinking heavily, carrying on, snorting lines of cocaine, swinging from chandeliers, throwing plates and silverware, and getting into fist fights.  I saw many people I knew partaking in this anarchy, and I was disgusted at them, and they were disgusted at me.  Bottles, food, and people were flying all about me as I made my way up the old wooden staircase to the third floor.

Once on top I walked over a couple making out in order to get to the center of the room.  Then I saw, across the room, sitting in a velvet chair by the wall, Mark Oliver Everett (or E, from Eels).  He was the only other person in the mansion who had not lost his mind.  He was calmly smoking a cigar.  After a few moments, he looked above the rims of his sunglasses and saw me.  He waived for me to come over to him, and I obeyed.

He got up from his chair and put his hand on my shoulder and led me, without a word, over to another staircase.  We ascended up out of the chaos and onto the irenic rooftop, which overlooked the city (even though were had only gone up a few stories).  There E finally spoke to me.

He told me his life story (which I have read in his book "Things the Grandchildren Should Know"), which is laced with tragedy, depression, and suicide.  He managed, after the hardest of lives, to come out of the darkness with a positive spirit and outlook on life.  Instead of making me feel his pain, he bore my pain and turned it into comfort.

Then I awoke.

I wish I could express, in real life, my gratitude for the comfort E brought me on a night of such confusion and sorrow.

Dream #488 (January 19, 2013)

Well, well, well.


I was a part of some sort of retreat with my parents, brothers (Matt and Mike), Jason North, the Chupp family, and several other people.  My family, packed in the van we no longer own, pulled up to a cabin in a Tennessee woods at dusk.  We grabbed some belongings and entered to find that the interior looked much greater than the exterior.  We saw that the Chupps were already there, and both of our families decided to explore the cabin together.

I wandered off by myself into the basement where I found a strange maze of white drywall.  I spent several minutes working my way through the many corridors and turns until I found myself at a dead end.  Frustrated, I burst through the drywall in front of me and found Jason North inside of a bedroom with a bunk bed.  He greeted me as if I had just walked in the door.

I asked him where I was and why he was there, then he told me about a basketball camp that was taking place in the basement of the cabin and that I should check it out.  I followed him out of the room into a locker room that was the size of my parents' home. All the lockers were blue on one side of the room and red on the other, and there were dozens of mirrors placed randomly about.  Jason and I were the only two in the place.

After exploring briefly, I told Jason that I should rejoin my family.

I found myself back in the drywall maze where, after bursting through another wall, I ran into my dad and Matt, who had also just busted out a piece of drywall.  Seconds later, Karen Bartlett (my friend Jacob's mom) burst in through another wall and greeted us.

My dad then told me that we should lock up the Remedy office, which was apparently connected to the basement of the cabin. We all walked up out of the basement, somehow very easily finding our way, and entered into RemedyLIVE's studios.  We shut off all the lights and left out the back door.

As we exited, we ran into a group of four young individuals who were supposedly entering the building to clean it.  They didn't look like janitors to me, so I followed them in.  As I followed the last guy into the door, he 'accidentally' slammed the door into my right leg, crushing it.  My family gathered around me as I claimed that the so-called janitors were impostors.  Somehow they didn't believe me.

A few minutes later, the four came back out with a dog and a handful of Remedy's equipment.  I told my family to stop them, but they still didn't believe me, so I hobbled over to my car and parked it behind the four janitors' van.  Then I dove into the van right before the drove over the curb, through the grass, and out to the road.

The driver proceeded to pull out a gun and point it in my direction.  I grabbed the fella next to me and used him as a shield.  He turned out to be Jacob Bartlett.  I kept telling them to return the stolen goods, but the driver kept threatening me.  Finally, he went out and shot Jacob twice (not killing him, fortunately).  Then, I grabbed his gun and fired into his shoulder.

All of a sudden my dream rewound and I didn't fire into the driver's shoulder.  Instead, I hit him on the head with the gun and got him to pull over.  I kicked everyone out of the van.

Suddenly I forgot all that was going on for I saw the sun rising off in the distance beyond a glowing paradise in the sand by a great ocean.  It had appeared out of nowhere, and I wanted to be there far more than dealing with the four thieves.  I dropped the gun and began running toward the great mansion.


Then I awoke.

Dream #487 (January 11, 2013)

I seem to be getting busier and busier these days.

I dreamt that I was in a post-apocalyptic United States (though it was no longer the United States in my dream).  A community of people was dwelling in a huge gymnasium that was surrounded by whole houses that were inside of this enormous building.  The gym was the center of the community.

In the beginning of the dream, I was an ordinary citizen.  I walked out, in my blue and white stripped pajamas, to my mailbox and, yawning, I opened it up and discovered a purple envelope inside.  I studied it for a few moments, then proceeded to open it gracefully.

Inside was a handwritten letter inviting me to join a group of special purple-robe-wearing monks who were constantly searching for a solution to the problem of our society: we were unable to leave the great building without being destroyed.  The monks thought that there was a chosen Traveler who could explore parallel universes, but this Traveler was still yet to be discovered.  Many members of the community were skeptical of the monks, and rightfully so, for they hadn't accomplished anything.

I, still in my pajamas, walked into the gym and found my way to the great stage that rested at the far West (or what we thought was West) side.  I climbed up to where the monks were practicing their chants and their chemistry.

One of the senior monks, who had a green hood, motioned for me to come to him.  I did, and he explained that I was to go and see the Master Chef.  The Master, as he was commonly known as, was rumored to be the wisest man in the world.  Also, he was great at making potions, and the monks thought that through him the Traveler would find his way into other worlds.

I entered the smokey-green sacred chamber behind the stage, and the senior monk shut the door behind me.  It was dark, but I managed to make my way into a small sanctuary.  There was a purple carpet on the floor, and there were a dozen pews, each with jars of chemicals sitting atop them.  Then the Master, who was sitting amongst the jars, looked up at me, but without revealing his face or changing his posture.  I just knew that he looked up at me from the senses other than my sight.

He pointed at a jar and said, "Five hundred and five."  I looked at him and tried to give him money that I had in the pocket of my pajamas.  The only bill I had was a $100 bill.  He shook his head, took it, and handed me a different jar.  He motioned for me to exit.

When I rejoined with the other monks, I handed the senior monk the jar and he gave me a purple robe in exchange.  After I put it on, a thought entered my head.  "Pennies."

I immediately ran back into the sacred chamber and noticed that all of the jars on the pews had pennies in them.  I grabbed each one until I had gathered 505 pennies.  I gave them over to the wise man who then took off his hood and revealed his face (he resembled Josh Kauffman, a former babysitter of mine).  He then gave me the potion that he initially offered me and instructed me to drink it.  I did as he asked and felt lighter, as if I were spread out over several different scales.

He then blessed me and granted me an exit.

I rejoined the other monks who could not stop staring at me.  The senior monk then guided me to the stage and instructed me to jump off.  I, without much hesitation, did as he told.  As I fell, a black portal formed in front of me and I entered it.

I found myself flying through time and space.  I saw colors that I cannot describe in writing.

I soon appeared in a strange red hallway.  There were hundreds of penguins behind me, caged up and shivering.  One of the penguins began to speak to me, begging me to free them of the oppression.  Then I asked where I could find the key to the cage, and he handed it to me.  Confused, I opened up the cage as looks of horror spread across the faces of all the penguins.  They all pointed their fins behind me.  I turned and saw a great swarm of woodcutter bees flying toward us.

I held out my hand and, from another universe, appeared a jar of potion.  I threw it at the bees and they immediately became docile.  I told them to repair all the damage they had done to the penguin's world, and they began to obey me.

As the penguins began to thank me, I left their world and entered another one.

This world, which was like a populated desert, was full of kids dressed in ragged clothes.  They were all running about, screaming and waiving their arms in the air.  I tried to locate the oppressors, but I was unable to do so.  The world was full of shattered wood and debris.  At last I found a young boy who was, instead of panicking, taking shelter underneath a canoe.  I looked down at the child and touched his shoulder.  He looked up at me and, as I saw his fiery blue eyes, I knew that he was the Chosen One, and that I had already fulfilled the Traveler's Prophesy.  I grabbed the boy's hand so that he could join me back to my universe.  Suddenly, all of his world began turning to dark black soot and starting spinning around us.  Things were not quite as simple as I had imagined.

Then I awoke.