Dream #136 (February 28, 2010)

This was a little frightening.

Right at the beginning of the dream, a middle-aged man, tall with blond hair, hired me, along with about fifty others, to mine and polish crystals at an old building in the middle of a big city.

For my first day of work, I prepared myself some scrambled eggs in my clustered, tiny apartment as I dressed myself in a white shirt and blue work pants. I don't remember actually eating the eggs.

Next thing I knew, I was in the building. The room I first saw looked like a large carpeted gymnasium, with a ceiling that must have been forty or fifty feet above the floor, and only two doors, one leading to a pure white hallway, and the other leading to an old science lab.

I began harvesting a 300 pound red crystal out of the carpet, when the boss spoke to us from a large glass box office near the ceiling. He ordered us to work hard.

I noticed a couple other people that I know in real life (Nathan Boyle and Justyne Kranenburg), but I did not know any of the others. So I just focused on my work.

After I finally uncovered the large red crystal, I noticed a small note which read, "you must escape." I immediately understood everything that was once unknown. I knew that the man who hired me actually hired the fifty people to work as slaves forever, never to escape the dungeon I was in. So I ran.

I first decided to try the old science room to hide, for the horn was blowing, letting everyone know that it was time to go. I ducked into a little white cabinet, closing the door behind me.

I listened as the sound of footsteps disappeared. I was greatly relieved, until I heard an announcement proclaiming that I had stolen a gem, and that I must be captured and taken in. Instead of searching for an exit, I remained hidden.

For several minutes I heard people snooping around the science lab, but I remained undiscovered. Unfortunately, I next heard the sound of Nathan Boyle's voice as he informed everyone else that I was hiding there. As I emerged from the little place I saw two large henchmen coming for me. It was then I decided to run.

I managed to duck under the big men's grasps, making my way back into the carpeted gym, then into the other door that led into the pure white hallway. The hallway was so white that I could barely see. However, I could make out an exit sign about thirty feet down, so I ran there and rammed my body into the door, forcing it open.

I was surprised to find a high class hotel on the other side. There were no guest there, which was odd, but there was a desk clerk, who stared at me, not missing a single move of mine. I bolted the door behind me, ignoring the man at the desk for the moment, and searched for a way out. However, there were no other doors. There was, on the other hand, I large window looking out into the city. Just when I noticed this window, I noticed a large bus full of people leaving the parking lot.

Knowing they were my only hoped, I jumped up onto the window, pounding my fists hard onto the glass, shouting with every bit of air in my lungs, but to no avail. Moments later, several large men pulled me off the window and began beating me with their nightsticks. I looked up and saw my 'employer,' laughing at me.

Then I awoke.

Dream #135 (February 27, 2010)

Another dream.

This dream began on a long and hilly road in the middle of a grassy green field. My little brother Mike and I were riding bicycles up and down the inclines and declines. After several fun minutes, we ended up at a camp (there seem to be many camps in my dreams) and met up with Kelsey Minix, a classmate of Mike's whom I do not know very well, and several little kids that were with her.

We then journeyed out of the camp; it felt a little like the Exodus from Egypt. After a long journey of few words (though I did ask Kelsey a few questions as to why she was in charge of so many children), we arrived at cliff that dropped down to an ocean beach. Near the edge of the cliff stood my old youth paster, Peter Badertscher, and he was doing some sort of funky dance. He tried to get the attention of the children, but they just ignored him.

What they were paying attention to was something far more interesting. I looked into the area they were starring into and witnessed the tide coming in quite quickly. Then, after only a matter of about a minute, the water had risen at a rapid pace, almost reaching the top of the 80 foot cliff on which we were standing.

Fearing for the lives of the children, I began to shout, telling everyone to move back toward the road. The water kept rising, and the kids didn't respond, so I started pushing them away, encouraging them to "run for the hills." Instead, everyone, including myself, began to play in the waves. It was so much fun.

After the waves died down, the water began to sink back. After I reached dry ground, I found that only Mike, Kelsey, and I remained, yet not one of us was concerned. We simply left the place.

Then I awoke.

Dream #134 (February 26, 2010)

Where do these come from?

Last night (in my dream), my little brother (Mike), his friend Kody, and I rented a car and took off down the road.

After driving for several minutes, we decided to stop to eat because it was a tradition for us to do so. We had two choices: Taco Bell and McDonald's. For some reason I chose the latter. I think maybe in the dream history we went to Taco Bell the time before.

Mike and Kody stayed in the car while I went inside the trashy, ghetto McDonald's to pick up some McChickens and Double Cheeses (I always order from the Dollar Menu). As I was waiting in line, I began to feel a severe pain in my chest. Then I blacked out.

When I drifted back into consciousness, I opened my eyes to discover the cashier standing above me, explaining to me that I had suffered a heart attack (was he a doctor as well?). He then advised me to immediately enter the back room of the McDonald's and get a shot. Trusting the advice of the McDonald's cashier, I followed him into a concrete room, in which a toothless employee was standing, holding a needle that was hooked up to a large air compressor.

He said to me, "Now I'm just going to jab this thing into your chest..." With that, I bolted from the room, forsaking my desire to eat a McChicken or a Double Cheese, entered my car, and drove away.

Mike, Kody, and I next stopped at a beach. We decided to leave the car in the parking lot so that we could find another ride. We searched through the beach possessions of many people there and finally found some sort of cart with a handicapped parking pass stuck on the back of it. We all jumped into the cart and rolled down the road (lucky for us it was all downhill from there).

Minutes later we were at the final destination: a water park. There to great us was a tall, arrogant, middle-aged man who had informed us that, because he owned the place, he could get us to the front of every line for free (the place charged per ride).

It was at that moment that I had a strange revelation: I said to myself, "I have already seen this one," meaning that I had already seen the outcome of the dream (which is very unlikely, seeing how I have never before dreamed this dream, to my conscious knowledge anyway). I knew that the man we were with was going to turn out to be a fake, the we were not going to even get into the park, and that the man would sit for several minutes with his head in his hands, crying. Now, even though I knew all of these things, I let the rest of the dream play out exactly as I knew it would.

Then, before waking, I fell into a completely different dream in which I was the stage manager of the musical "Jane Eyre." I will give only a brief description of a much longer dream.

I set up all of the props on the stage, for the opening show was about to start. Unfortunately I left my ladder and Walkman out on the stage, and I also forgot to move one of the gold vases and the large bush into their correct positions. To make matters worse, I forgot to leave the stage before the curtain opened at the begging. Tim Matteson (my supervisor) was very upset with me, and he scolded me for several long minutes on the catwalk as the play was going on.

Then I awoke.

Dream #133 (February 25, 2010)

This is not as lengthy as the previous post, so do not fret.

I played a sweet concert in the middle of my woods. It didn't look too different from the real place, except there were far more teepees than usual. This was an interesting dream because I had the day before discussed, with my older brother, putting on such a concert.

Anyway, I played some crazy bluesy stuff, along with some old-timey junk. At the end of the concert (by this time night had fallen), I lit my piano on fire and played it until my hands and wrists were charred.

I woke up somewhere between being burnt and being completely engulfed in flame.

Dream #132 (February 24, 2010)

This was interesting and entertaining.

At the onset of my dream, I attended a reunion for the Indiana state championship Class 1A basketball team of 2007 (a team for which I 'warmed the bench' throughout high school). I was not too excited about it, for I never really connected with many people on the team (or in high school for that matter). However, I did go, showing that I had at least some interest.

When I arrived at a weird room that was carpeted on the floor, walls, and ceiling, Austin Corneil and Andrew Jensen (who actually quit playing the year the team won the championship) greeted my by attacking me with ping pong balls. After that shock, they made it up to me by giving me some orange juice (it was not good at all).

I then followed them out of the doorway into the main part of the room and saw a large projector and screen set up, and it was playing a documentary. As I watched the documentary, I entered into a different dream.

I found myself in my thirties at a reunion party hosted by the old 'gang' of friends (which never existed in my real life, not even one of the other people; I was even completely different: overweight, black hair, and very tall). We all sat in a grassy and tree-filled junk yard (a weird combination) and ate a picnic on the ground. We even had one of those red-and-white checkerboard cloths to eat on. As we were eating, an older woman, who had the appearance of being a former tomboy, began to tell a story about Lucas's death, and how my cowardice caused it.

The story took place in the exact same picnic area, and the 'gang' and I were eating a picnic in a similar style, though we were about 20 years younger. Suddenly a gang of sweatshirt-wearing old men came and began throwing our food everywhere. Then they pulled out some nasty knives (there were about ten in all), and they headed straight for Lucas, who was mentally and physically handicapped. I was sitting next to him, and instead of defending him I...

Suddenly, the story began to change and the younger version of my dream self changed the dream history. Instead of running away as I recalled, I fought off all ten of the old bullies, saving Lucas' life. The weird thing is that the older woman telling the story was surprised when the outcome was different, even though it came from her old mouth.

After the story was told, my girlfriend and I (I have no girlfriend, and this woman came out of nowhere in the dream. She didn't really even have a face that I can remember) left and went to the train station. We sat on the steps there together, as annoyed people walked around the inconvenient place we were sitting, and we talked about the past. Then I opened up a secret compartment in the steps and pulled out an old silver hubcap, and we reminisced about how we used it to play frisbee, bake pies, and rob trains.

Then I found myself back in the room full of basketball players living in the past, watching this documentary. The whole team was there by that time, and people were running around, throwing liquid at each other.

Then I awoke.

Dream #131 (February 23, 2010)

Another dream in which I am wanting to make a film. Unfortunately this one is rather boring.

My dream began last night in my house. It must have been about 2 in the morning, and my brother and I were running around the hallways, trying to think of something to do. Finally, after I had run out of breath, my little brother came up with the idea to create a film. I thought that could be great fun.

Mike and I decided to go to the place he works as a janitor, which is also where I used to work, Territorial Engineering. The place is an old bank, complete with a safe and some interesting rooms. It is an ideal place to shoot a film. When we arrived there, we decided that the colors of the walls and the carpet would not work with what we wanted for the film, so I started painting the walls deep forrest green as my little brother ripped up the carpet.

Then I heard a phone ring, coming from the other room. When I got in there, I saw my house phone on the ground and my old cell phone next to it. I decided to try the house phone, which brought me to the discovery that it was the cellular phone that was ringing. I answered it, finding that it was my older brother (who lives in Washington) on the other end. He explained to me that he really wanted to help with the film. I thought that would be fun, so I invited him over to a place I did not own.

He arrived moments later.

Then I awoke.

Dream #130 (February 22, 2010)

Was this a nightmare? Not really. I did watch Psycho before going to bed.


During the first part of my dream my younger brother Mike, a bunch of middle aged men and women, and I were running all about an old mansion, trying to avoid a knife-carrying murderer. It really was not all that scary, and I was certainly not at all scared (though many of the middle age people were running around, screaming at the top of their lungs). In fact (can I say that when discussing dreams?), I was eating a turkey sandwich while observing all of the chaos as it ran about me. I almost enjoyed it.

For the next part of my dream I had some relaxing fun at a lakeside park. I spent most of my time swinging around a tire swing that hung from a branch over the water.


I awoke after that.