Dream #197 (April 30, 2010)

I apologize for the brevity of the past few dream. I really have not had much time for this lately, which, I guess, is a good thing.

Last night I was sitting in a Irish pub, watching the night's entertainment (nothing shady). I was sitting at a round, wooden table drinking a mug of water (I always get water) as a bunch of leprechauns were square dancing on the stage in the middle of the pub. It was quite delightful.

After I left the pub (I stayed and watched the leprechauns perform several different numbers, though they all seemed to be very similar), I walked into a town that, instead of streets, was connected by water. I saw Dori Walterhouse walking on water, and I was not all that impressed.

Then I awoke.

Dream #196 (April 29, 2009)

Another short, highly summarized dream.

I wandered the eerily empty streets of Michigan City. Nothing happened. This was interesting because I was planning on going to Michigan City the next day (though this is not interesting to most people, it is interesting to me, for my dreams don't typically have anything directly to do with my life.

I awoke this morning, in case you were wondering.

Dream #195 (April 28, 2009)

This will be short.

I was playing with my dead dog, Sadie, in the back yard of my parents' home. We played fetch, we dug holes together, and we ran around.

That is all that happened before I awoke.

Dream #194 (April 27, 2010)

I haven't really thought about how close I am to my 200th blogged dream until today.

I dreamed that (I hope my 200th dream will be more interesting than this) I was watching a thriller in a large, dark theater. I have no idea who was sitting next to me, but whoever he was (I guess I do have an idea of who sat next to me; he was a guy), he got in and out of his seat and walked in and out of the theater more times than I remember. Come to think of it, he was wearing a plain, Kermit-green shirt, and he had long socks that when up past his knees.

Anyway, the film was about some sort of detective (it was in black-and-white), and this guy walked around in a trench coat asking people questions. The sound quality in the theater was very poor, so I could never make out what anyone was saying at any given time.

Eventually I awoke, before the film had finished.

Dream #193 (April 26, 2010)

This was interesting.

Last night I was, in my dream, at Prairie Camp. I was walking through the woods there with my little brother, for we were preparing for a group game for the campers. Suddenly I stumbled over a large hole in the ground, which I had never before notice. My brother (Mike) and I leaned over the hole and examined it. Without warning, a large, naked figure leaped out of the hole and began growling at me, trying to bite my ankles. I ran behind a tree so I could get a good look of my pursuer. Interestingly enough, it was a clone of me. My brother and I were very confused, especially since my clone was acting like a fox (that is what I thought in my dream).

Then, nonchalantly, Kevin Chupp approached me and informed me that my clone was raised to act like a fox, but could quickly be taught human ways. He had a leash in his hand that he put around the wild version of me, and we all walked together to the camp director's house. When we should the clone to Carrie (the director), she informed me that she liked that version of me better, and could make more use out of it. That made me a little angry, especially after all the work I had put into camp, so Mike and I drove home.

Then I kind of switched to a different dream. I arrived home after just returning from camp, but Mike was returning from his trip to Florida (where he is currently vacationing). However, our parents were not home. Instead, there were four guests at the kitchen table (two older men and two older women), eating a large dinner. We asked for some food, but they refused to feed us. Because we were both exhausted, we walked down the hallway to go to bed. However, the ring leader of the guests informed us that they were each going to sleep in separate rooms, and that we would have to go back to Prairie Camp (which is about an hour away from the house) if we wanted to go to sleep. Then he locked us in the garage.

We snuck back into the house by going out the doggie door and into the back door, and we both fell asleep in the lobby of the house (which does not exist). Then, in my dream, I had a dream that I was in the lobby with the main cast of "Seinfeld." We were all laughing and having a grand ol' time.

Suddenly I awoke. Now, this is rather odd. I was kind of conscious, but I was still in the lobby of my house. I knew that I should probably wake up in real life, but I refused to do so. I decided instead, after checking the time (which read, incorrectly, 3 A.M., though I convinced myself that was the actually time), that I would walk to the city.

The sky was cloudy and the streets were empty. When I arrived at the town center, I found a skateboarder and a roller skater.

Then I awoke.

Dream #192 (April 25, 2010)

Well...

I was a ship captain marooned on a lonely island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. I was living in a very nice house, but I was, like the island, isolated. Because of this isolation, I had some nasty sideburns.

For part of the dream, I wandered about the house, wasting my time. Then I decided to be productive, so I took my dog out for a walk atop the islands mountains. When I was up there amongst some beautiful trees, I noticed a large, raggedy ship docked on the opposite side of the island. Had that been there all along? Because of my sailing experience, I knew for sure if there was a boat, I could make it back home.

After a long hike down the mountain, I made my way to the the opposite sore. Sure enough, the boat was in very good shape. I ran, with my dog by my side, back to my home to gather my belongings (the run didn't take nearly as much time as it should have). I threw some of my books into my backpack, along with the many loose journal pages I had written there over the years.

Then I awoke.

Dream #191 (April 24, 2010)

I almost forgot to post this.

I was a a large youth convention (similar to 3DYC). I was walking around a fancy hotel with Kody Heffelfinger and Morgan Ferch (neighbor), and we were exploring all of the fun arcade games that were set up (the lighting in the place was odd, for there were bright spotlights on all the attractions, but the walkways could barely be seen). There were so many fun thing that I can't remember them all, but here are a few: pinball, ski ball, plastic ball pit, inflatable bouncy things, claw machines, Pac-Man, and Whack-a-Mole.

After walking through and playing the various arcade games, accumulating many tickets, we decided to take the elevator down. There were tons of people everywhere, so we had to wait in a long line to get into an open elevator. Then, a man with a wheelchair, who looked very pathetic and sad, rolled up from behind us and asked if he could cut us. We allowed him to do so, which made us wait for another elevator (his wheelchair took up much space). When we boarded the next ride down, I found Katelyn Presnell there, along with a friend of hers that I must have created myself. We talked as we rode down the thirty-or-so flights, and Morgan and Kody sort of disappeared from the dream.

When we landed and exited, I saw the man who was once in the wheelchair walking around a large fountain, in a perfectly normal way. Was it really worth all that hassle and deceit?

Anyway, as I tried to talk to Katelyn, a very tall and skinny white dude palmed my head like a basketball and began to pull me away from the conversation (literally). For some reason, Katelyn was unable to alter her course (I think her friend had an appointment of some kind), so we had to raise our voices louder and louder until finally we were to far apart.

I was completely in the hands of the tall guy, and I had no idea where he was taking me. About a minute later, he leaned his head down and told me, right to my face, that he had to go to the bathroom, and that he would leave me outside while he did his business.

Then I awoke.