Dream #239 (June 12, 2010)

This was aggravating.

I was in Koontz Lake Missionary Church talking with my little brother as he played Solitaire on the computer in my father's office. He asked me if I was going to the Paul McCartney show that would take place in the fellowship hall of the church twenty minutes from that moment. I freaked out and ran up to the fellowship hall and, sure enough, Paul was warming up with his band. I desperately wanted to record the event with my video and audio equipment, but I wasn't sure if I could make it back to the church in time after going home to get my stuff. I wanted to preserve the event, but I didn't want to miss a single moment of it.

I rushed outside to my white Cutlas Sierra (which I no longer own). As I pulled out of the church parking lot, I pictured in my head where I last left my camera and microphone. I figured that it was probably still sitting on the couch in my parents' living room from the last time I used it. As I distanced myself from the church, I heard Paul covering a Broken Bells song (High Road), and I panicked, for I didn't not to miss any cool covers.

I sped down the road, hoping that I would not get pulled over on the short trip. However, something worse happened. An insane snow storm hit all of the sudden (the dream took place in the middle of the summer; well, until that point it did, if that makes any sense). The roads instantly became covered with several feet of snow, and I no longer moved ahead, though my wheels were still rapidly spinning.

I sat in the car, going only inches, for several minutes before I finally awoke.

Dream #238 (June 11, 2010)

So strange.

I dreamt that I was in an expansive and dark warehouse, which doubled as a shelter for abused extraterrestrial beings. There were many different creatures. Some had long tentacles, others looked very similar to humans, and still others bore the characteristics of various amazonian animals. I was a nurse, and I tended the wounds of the aliens and tried to comfort them psychologically as well. The one alien I remember treating the most looked like a human when I first walked up to him. But as I approached, he began to turn orange. By the time I reached him, he turned into a slimy neon orange squid, with blood all over him.

It was at that moment that I awoke.

Dream #237 (June 10, 2010)

This was very thought-provoking.

The dream began in the city during the middle of a sunny afternoon. I was walking up several flights of stairs to reach the apartment room of Daniel Jeter (a friend of mine from Regent University). When I finally got there I, without knocking, cracked the door of his room open. The chain lock prevented me from getting a good view of the inside of the room, but I could see Daniel's feet at the end of a couch. I yelled into the room, asking if he would help me shoot a movie. He didn't wake up, but an African woman (she was from Africa; she spoke no English) came to the door and closed it in my face.

Confused, I opened the door again, this time opening it all the way, for the woman had unlocked the door. When I asked for Daniel, she went to the couch and woke him up. Dan was out of sorts, and it took me a long time to explain to him what I wanted from him. After I finished making my request, I realized how much of a mess his place was. There were food packages, tableware, and clothes strewn all about the room. Several wet towels hung over a fake fireplace, and there were still some Christmas decorations up (it wasn't even Christmas in my dream). Dan didn't really want to help me, so I argued with him for a few minutes until I finally convinced him to assist me in shooting my film.

After that, he and I went to a doctor's office, which was on a high story of a skyscraper. The doctor was my friend Amy Ennis (co-worker at camp), and I was asking her to act in my film. She sat me down at a long white table as she flipped through her paperwork. She told me she was far too busy, so I again had to do much persuading and begging to finally get her to commit to the film.

Right after she decided to help me out, I jumped into the future. I was inside of a very fancy restaurant with Amy (who was wearing a overly glittery dress) and Neil Silveus (a friend of mine from Bethel College who, in my dream, had agreed to act in my film). Neil and I were both wearing black tuxedos, and we were all three sitting at a round table that sat in a three-foot recess in the floor. After the waitress delivered the waters to the three of us, we began talking about God.

This conversation was not a base conversation about God, but a deep and spiritual look at why and how God exists. The conversation became so intense that we all had to get up from the table and walk around the restaurant. As we talked, we passed by many fountains and paintings, for the place was gorgeously decorated.

We discussed what God's motives were for creating mankind. We looked at the size of the universe and wondered if we were as important to God as many say we are. We talked about what is important in life and what is trivial. I brought up my opinions about how much time mankind wastes with various activities, such as athletics, certain scientific research, and more. I even brought up questions about the importance of life.

I eventually awoke, with a sore mind.

Dream #236 (June 9, 2010)

The following dreams all took place on one night and were each very vivid and unique.

The first dream took place in a Utah-like desert. Everything was rocky and red, even the many small houses that were in the area. I walked down the street and found a group of strong monster-human hybrids playing basketball. I joined in the game and did pretty well for being only a full human. Then a bunch of gangster monsters came in a fancy 40s black car and began beating some of the monster-humans with huge baseball bats.

At first I was terrified. How could I stand up to such beings? Then I found some courage that was hidden within me and confronted the gangsters. Their leader, a dark green monster with a black tank-top, laughed at me and pounced in my direction. Somehow I took him to the ground with me, and we tumbled around for a while. I remember thinking that I could potentially defeat the monster, but I never got the chance, for I switched over to a different dream.

I found myself in the kitchen of my parents house. My little brother told me he was going to listen to a book on tape in my bedroom (I believe the book was robin hood), so I said I would listen to mine in the kitchen. He left, and I sat by the kitchen table and listened to the tape that played in the tape player that was built into the oven.

I then completely entered into the story. I was a great man in an epic novel. I had already journeyed through many strange and treacherous lands in the previous chapters, but I was then just starting chapter nine, which had a picture of blood falling from the Roman numerals.

I was traveling with my friend, Peter the Giant, and the love of my life, who was a former princess. In the previous chapters I had learned that she no longer desired the life of royalty and had made herself a member of the lowest class of people. I, in the book as the main character, admired her for that. However, I knew that some thing dreadful was going to happen in chapter nine, and I did not want to keep reading.

But I did, and I walked toward a lake. I found my friend Peter the Giant trying to win over the love of my life by singing to her in his deep, soulful voice. He was quite good, but her heart already belonged to me, so she gently told him that she could not love him in the way that he needed to be loved. He became very sad, so he dragged her into the lake. He was so strong that she was unable to break free.

I ran in after her, as fast as I could. I soon caught up to Peter, who was treading water, crying, and I pushed him aside. I dove down into the lake, searching frantically for my love, but I could not find her. I came back up for a gasp of air and went back down. I probably could have lasted longer, but the thought of losing my love weakened me severely. When I went down to the floor of the lake, I found my love. She was dead. I instantly lost much of the joy in my life, and I became a very hard man at that very moment.

Then I switched to a different dream.

I was preparing to follow a large battalion of soldiers, tanks, and cavalry through a long, ceilingless corridor. All of the soldiers would have to put up quite a fight if we were to make it to the end of the corridor.

Well, we all fought very hard. I witnessed the people around me falling to the many bullets and grenades that were flying about. I also saw many tanks taken out by stronger machinery. Even so, a small group of the soldiers on my team made it to the end of the corridor. On the very last stretch, a little white rabbit man threw a grenade at me. I somehow managed to punch it back at him so that it landed right at his feet. Them my dream became a farce. The rabbit said, "Nuts," which was when the grenade should have exploded for comic effect; however, it didn't explode. The rabbit even said that he thought it should have blown up in his face. Well, he decided to throw it back at me. Then I threw it back at him, then he threw it back at me.

Then I awoke.

Dream #235 (June 8, 2010)

I can't remember much.

I was running through a high school (I was a graduating senior cleaning out my locker for the last day of school). The school was made completely of aluminum, and it was very dreary. After I cleaned out my locker, I ran into a large group of students who could not move, for the doors were sealed shut so that nobody could get out.

I didn't panic, for I knew my way to a special exit. I ran through the aluminum halls to a guarded gate. I acted like I knew the password, then busted through the glass doors into a large and damp parking garage.

Then I awoke.

Dream #234 (June 7, 2010)

This was fantastic.

I started off the dream rowing down an icy river through an enchanted forest. It was very dark, yet the ice was glowing.

When I reached the end of the river, an angel met with me and told me he was preparing a set of trials for me and three others to go through. The angel, who was flying and carrying a golden sword, told me that there would be two other good characters in the trial and one evil one. Then an evil ladybug devil arrived, flying at and attacking the angel. With him came a supposedly good floating finger. However, I soon figured out that the finger was actually going to turn out to be evil, for he kept rubbing up against the angel. When he did so, he erased parts of him. The angel would almost be completely gone before noticing what was happening (this happened three times), but he would gather himself from the air around him and reform to his full self. Finally, a mouse creature arrived and the angel sent the four of us through the trials.

The trials took place in a video game format, for everything was two-dimensional (I guess it must have been an old school video game), and the angel of the dream never changed from that point on.

Some of the trials involved crossing water with a rickety bridge, passing through fire, and mining our way through a cave. It was always a competition between two groups: the mouse and me, and the finger and the ladybug.

After mining the cave, I awoke.

Dream #233 (June 6, 2010)

I enjoyed this.

I was walking around a mall in the middle of the night (I hate malls and I hate shopping, but this was actually pretty fun for me). I passed by several stupid stores when I stumbled upon an OK Go concert that was being held near the central fountain of the mall.

I desperately wanted to get to know the guys from OK Go (to be honest, in real life I'm not a huge fan of them, but I do like their music and music videos), so I took a brown folding chair and sat right in the middle of all of the performers. Instead of being upset with me, though, they made me a part of their show. They gave me a haircut right onstage as they sang, and they even allowed me to dance with them.

After the show, I talked with the guy with the thick glasses for a few minutes about music (I don't even know any of the names of the band members).

Then I switched over to another dream. I was a substitute teacher for a junior high geometry class. I was taking the place of Mrs. Richie (a teacher at my old high school), but instead of being in her classroom, I was in a small library. There were loads of book shelves; so many that no walls were visible.

Anyway, I began to teach about Sine and Cosine, but the students soon began ignoring me. I had no control over them, and soon enough they were running about the room, throwing pencils, breaking calculators, getting into fights, and ripping pages from their books. I didn't know what to do, so I called the office and told the assistant principal of Oregon-Davis (Rex Miller) to come to the room and straighten things out.

Then I awoke.