Dream #31 (May 31, 2009)

There is now one full month of dreams.

This dream was odd.  It began in a neon green fifteen passenger van.  I was riding in the second-to-back seat, Nathan Galvez was in the seat in front of me (I don't know how he makes it into so many of my dreams), some other kid was in the next seat up, Caitlin Geeslin was in the next seat after that, and some 45-year-old man was driving.  We were headed to a water park/elementary school.

When we arrived at our destination, the driver dropped Nathan, Caitlin, and I off and took off in the van with the other kid.  Then my friends and I decided to enter the park because we were ready to swim (though we did not look it; none of us ever put on our swimming suits).  However, before we could enter the water park, we had to take a tour of the elementary school.  Besides a bunch of empty classrooms with little chairs, the only thing I vividly remember was the playground where a bunch of young kids were hitting each other with pool noodles (or whatever those things are called).  After the tour was over, we finally got to go to the watery part.

The first thing we did was go to the tallest slide we could see.  We bypassed everything else on our way to the place (it was on the opposite end of the park), including the wave pool, the twisty slides, the tube slides, and the volleyball court (sorry Caitlin).  We climbed many stairs to get to the top (this thing was ridiculously tall).  Unfortunately, when we finally climbed the last steps, we realized that the slide was still under construction (it even had the yellow caution tape).

Because we had already come such a long way to get to this point we decided that it would be best to just go ahead and go down the water slide.  Fortunately for me, Nathan volunteered to go first.  Right when he was about to go, we heard a whistle.  I looked down over the railing and saw Lauren de la Calzada sitting in the life guard chair (apparently she was the lifeguard for a slide that was not even supposed to be operating).  After realizing that the whistle had come from Lauren, Nathan said, "Oh, it's just de la," and leaped down the slide.  Unfortunately for him, after about seven feet there was no bottom to the slide, so he fell straight down onto the concrete.

Apparently Caitlin did not learn from Nathan's mistake because she went right on ahead down the slide.  Somehow she managed to miss the first hole, but she still fell through the slide on another hole that occurred about 20 feet into the slide.  Luckily for her she landed in the water (though it was from quite a height, making a painful-sounding splash).

Would I be so dumb to follow their lead?  I stood up at the top of the slide for quite some time considering whether or not I should go (by the way, Lauren never moved an inch after Nathan or Caitlin fell because she was too enthralled by the book she was reading).  After almost deciding to jump, I poked my head in the slide and leaned in far enough to see Nathan's motionless body through the hole in the slide.  Then I decided to go down the slide.

Somehow, I missed all of the holes in the slide.  It was the most fun water slide on which I have ever ridden.  After many twists, turns, drops, and loops, I landed into the pool unharmed.

Then I awoke.

This post marks the end of the first month of my dream blog.  I have been fairly consistent with it until now, but I regret to inform you that I will have few opportunities during the month of June to post my dreams because I have no internet access.  However, I may be able to record my dreams on paper and post them all on the weekends.  We shall see when we shall see.

Dream #30 (May 30, 2009)

I don't know why my dreams have involved my old high school classmates as of late.

Last night's dream actually took place in my old high school (Oregon-Davis Jr./Sr. High School).  The reason I was there was because there was a giant scavenger hunt that was taking place there, and the group that found the most items within the limited time frame would win ten thousand dollars.  I was definitely motivated to try.

My group consisted of some interesting people.  Kyle Heffelfinger, a guy I did not recognize, and my dad were in my group (labeled as 'Group 1').  Every group started in the gymnasium and awaited the principal (Mr. Greg Briles) to start the race.  After several minutes of sheer waiting, he entered, pulled out a starter pistol, and fired it into the air.  Everyone took off.  Everyone, that is, except my group.  For some reason we just stood up and stared at each other for a long time.

Finally, we realized what was at stake and began to hunt for things for which we did not even know we were looking.  After several failed attempts at finding things in various classrooms, Kyle and I decided to search the school office.  When we got there, all of the lights were off and nobody was around.  We just went on in anyway, and what we found there changed the game for us.  Before I found this thing of which I speak, I found a dollar bill with a not attached (it was somebody else's lunch money that a parent had dropped off).  I was very tempted to take the dollar bill, but I decided against it (thanks to the lessons on stealing of Dr. Applebee).  Then, once I set the dollar back on the copy machine, I found a map of where to find all of the items we were supposed to find for the scavenger hunt.  I celebrated by whistling 'Ol Dixie.

Shortly after, Kyle and I rejoined the group and went running to all the places on the map.  By the end of the hunt, we had most of the items required.  Here are some example of things we found: a baby crocodile, a giant colorful fish, an aquarium, Tupperware, dirt and grass, a set of knives, and a leash (among other small items that I do not remember well enough to recount).  Pleased with what we discovered, we went into the school cafeteria to hopefully win the grand prize.

Then I awoke.

Dream #29 (May 29, 2009)

I love mountains.

Last night's dream took place on the top of a beautiful snowy mountain.  The only thing that could be seen around the mountain was fog; even so, it was a lovely sight.  At the beginning of the dream, I was waiting outside of a classroom building.  Apparently I had just returned from a scavenger hunt, and I was the only one who had completed the assignment at that point.  After a couple of minutes of wandering around in the snow, some of my fellow classmates returned (the class, by the way, was Band).

When they returned we talked to each other and discussed what we were going to do next.  I had heard that the band teacher (who, interestingly enough, was an African American version of my history professor at Bethel College, Mr. John Haas) was planning on sending out groups of five students into the woods alone to survive for a couple of days.  One of my fellow classmates changed the conversation into a discussion of his relationship with his girlfriend (this guy was actually Michael Keiper, whom I barely knew in high school).  He said that he finally held hands with this girl, and when he did (this is strange) she accepted Jesus into her heart and was 'saved.'

Then another classmate, Brandon Johnston (who played on the basketball team in high school), returned from the woods with news that the class was supposed to meet in a small cabin near the classroom.  As we walked there, the sun began to rise, and light pierced through the fog.  It was amazing.  When we got there, we sat down and waited in silence.  After a few minutes, the rest of the class, along with the teacher, entered the room and sat down (we were all sitting Indian style).

Right when the teacher sat down, he opened up a mini-fridge that was near him and gave everyone a little thing of orange juice.  As we drank the juice, he assigned us our groups.  I remember that I was sitting next to Abby Carver, Adam Pflugshaupt, and Aubrey Minix (they all went to high school with me, and I don't know any of them that well anymore; in fact, I never really knew Aubrey or Abby all that well).  Professor Haas decided that Adam, Brandon, Michael, Aubrey, and I would be in a group.  After that, I made a comment about his curly hair (he does not have curly hair in real life).

Then I awoke.

Dream #28 (May 28, 2009)

This is very short.

Last night I dreamed that I was on a train is a special chemistry car.  In this car of the train were many different chemicals, test tubes, eye droppers, beakers, and other scientific equipment.  Just as the train continued on without stopping, so I continued to work on my science experiments all through my dream.  The whole while I was trying to discover a cure for an unknown disease.

Nearly all of the chemicals I used were green and bubbly.  I would mix some liquids together, watch the reaction, and write down what I observed in a green notebook with a green #2 pencil.

I never found a cure, and after a while I gave up by waking up (I'm sorry, but I just had to break my tradition of "then I awoke").

Dream #27 (May 27, 2009)

This is slightly disturbing.

Last night I dreamed that I was going to a special gym to play basketball.  It all began in my car as I drove to Paul Scribner's (a man who attends Koontz Lake Missionary Church) house so that we could ride to the gym together.   There I met with Paul and with another guy by the name of Michael Kaser (he attends Koontz Lake as well and was also in my class at Oreg0n-Davis High School).  At the time, nothing seemed to be the matter with anything.  I would later find out that I had made a huge mistake.

When we got to the gym, I was excited to see that the walls and the floors were made completely of pads.  This allowed players to jump and dive with ease.  Getting knocked down would actually be a fun experience.  The other guys who were there to play were enormous, larger than life people.  I felt like I was an elementary school kid compared to them.  But that was not the worst of my problems.

When I looked down at my feet when I began to stretch out my legs, I noticed that the pair of pants I thought I was wearing were not there.  In fact, I did not even have any shorts on.  I was dressed only in a T-shirt and some white briefs (which is strange, because I always wear boxers).

This disturbed me greatly, and I wanted to go home at that instant.  Unfortunately, Paul would not allow it because the game was supposed to begin.  I reluctantly gave in and decided to play with nothing but a pair of old underwear between my opponents and what is better left unmentioned.

Interestingly enough, I played very well, even though the thought of my attire was constantly in the back of my mind.  Maybe my attire was the cause of my exceptional playing.

After the game was over, I rushed back into my car and left (I did not bother to take Paul and Michael home apparently).  When I pulled up into what I thought was my driveway, I put the car in park, turned it off, and walked out.  I was in my neighbor's yard.

Then I awoke.

Dream #26 (May 26, 2009)

I'm not sure why, but I enjoyed this dream.

It began in my mother's car.  I was borrowing in order to drive it to a friend's house (in the middle of the night, of course).  As I was driving down a lonely back road, I was listening to some very loud music.  All of a sudden, I slid off the road and ran into a large, fantastic tree.  Fortunately, I was not injured.  However, I knew that my dad would be quite angry if he were to find out.

As I sat under the tree in despair, I turned my head and noticed that there was a four-wheeler sitting next to the tree, unattended and apparently unowned.  So, I had no choice but to hop on it, start it up, and continue on my way to my destination.

A few miles (or what seemed like miles) down the road, I encountered another car (the first other sign of life in the dream thus far) that had been through an accident, so I pulled off to the side of the road to see if there was an emergency.  There was not.  Instead, there were four guys standing around and looking at the engine of the car trying to figure out what was wrong with the machine.  I walked up to them and began offered them my assistance.

This is where it gets intriguing.  I know very little about cars and how they work, but when the guys asked me about the engine, I pretended to know things I did not know.  Not only did I act as if I knew things I did not; I also gave them false solutions to their problem, which they planned to carry out.  I told them to do certain strange things to their engine that would not help the situation at all (pour olive oil on it and other weird remedies).

After they thanked me for my help, I let them use my four wheeler (or, the four wheeler I had found) so they could ride into town to get the supplies they needed.  So, I began to walk to my destination.

After I had progressed a few hundred feet, I found a bicycle on the edge of the woods by the road and, of coarse, I took it and rode it towards my destination.

After a few miles I reached a small town.  Even though it was small (it had two sit-down restaurants, a McDonald's, and three gas stations), it was quite lively.  People were walking around here and there, in spite of the fact that it was the middle of the night.

As I rode past the McDonald's, I ran into an unexpected acquaintance: Shawn Holtgren (the worship team leader at Bethel College).  As I biked past him, he tried to flag me down so that we could stop and chat.  However, I did not want to stop and chat, so I kept on going, calling out behind me that I could not stop my bike.

A couple of blocks later, I ran into some other acquaintances: Mike Wood and Nicole and LeeAnn Meyer (my little brother's classmates, whom I do not know well).  They were sitting at an outdoor sit-down restaurant, and as I rode by them, Mike threw a neon green water balloon at me, which proceeded to hit my bike and cause me to fall over.

For some reason, after I fell I was unable to get back up, no matter how hard I tried.

Then I awoke.

Dream #25 (May 25, 2009)

Let's see.

Last night's dream took place in a city, similar to Chicago.  During the first part of the dream, I was attempting to film part of a feature-length film on which I was working on a bridge between the 30th floor of an office building and the 30th floor of an apartment building.  The stars in my film were Jeffrey Tambor and David Cross.  In this scene, David was trying to free Jeffrey from a cage that was dangling by a chain from the 30 story high bridge as I directed them from a window of the apartment building.  After the third take, David came up to me and complained that he did not have enough lines.  Because of this, I left the set and walked over to another room.

There, in a completely purple room, a sixty year old woman was teaching a bunch of preschoolers their colors.  I lost interest after a while, so I left the building and walked around the street.  Cars and bikes were flying by me at high speeds, causing me to get a little flustered, so I entered a restaurant that was completely brown.  After seating myself and waiting in vain for a waiter or waitress, I got up and left the restaurant.  No one was to be seen, not a car driver, a bike rider, or a pedestrian.

After walking around the empty city for a little while, I entered a very large building that consisted only of stairs, escalators, and elevators.  In the center of the building was a booth.  I walked up to that booth and became a police officer.  A man there gave me a suit, badge, and night stick.  When I turned from the booth, the building was suddenly full of people.  After trying to push my way through the crowd, Nathan Galvez encountered me and told me that he was ashamed of me for becoming a cop.

Then I woke up.