Dream #323 (January 31, 2010)

A dream.

I was working undercover. There was a mob meeting inside of my grandfather's kitchen, and I was there the whole time acting as one of their men. I felt that I had gained the trust of the man in change (an older fat man with a bushy red beard, a blue and purple suit, and a monocle), so I was fairly confident that I'd be able to bring him in.

As we were dining together (the mob boss, a bunch of men, and myself), I got a call on my cell phone. I brought it into the living room and answered it. It was David Badertscher, and he was calling to check up on me (he was the leader of the investigation back at home). He asked me some questions about who was there at the meeting, but I couldn't understand whom he was asking for, so I kept saying, "What?" over and over again. It asked it so much that David began to grow suspicious that I had joined the gang for real. I tried convincing him, but he wouldn't believe me. Finally, I understood the name of the guy he was talking about, and I described him as "expressionless and a bit depressing to look at." He knew I was still on his side after that answer apparently.

Then I went back to the meeting. The big boss was there and he was looking at me suspiciously. Then he began describing the 'big score' that was supposed to take place that night, and he gave each person a different set of instructions on what to do to make things go smoothly. He handed me a strange looking plug and, with a strange smile, told me to plug it into a certain outlet at the meeting place. I knew he had caught on to me, but I tried to play it cool.

Then I switched to a different dream.

I was in the Oregon-Davis school parking lot in the middle of the night, standing next to an unmarked white van with tinted windows. I stood there doing nothing for a long time, occasionally glancing at the elementary boys' basketball game going on in the gym (there is a large window by the side door of the school that I could see through).

Eventually I awoke.

Dream #322 (January 28, 2010)

This was a bit sad and a bit crazy.

I started off the dream driving the old van my parents used to own. I was alone in the vehicle on the main stretch of a small city.

When I pulled up to a stoplight, which had just turned yellow moments before, another van (this one was brown) sped past and stopped next to the man on a motorcycle in front of me. A young guy in a grey suit hopped out carrying a rifle and shot the man on the motorcycle.

I was shocked and frightened, and I immediately crouched down under my steering wheel and put my hands over my head. I even began to cry, for I had never seen a man die in such a way in real life.

I soon remembered that I had a gun in my glove compartment (I don't really carry a gun), but I was too scared and broken up to get it. Seeing unexpected death so close really affected me.

Then I jumped ahead in the dream. I was 40 years old, dressed in Middle Age knight garb (it was a yellow breastplate). I was also blind (but I was looking at myself in the third person, as if I were looking into the future). Apparently the blindness was caused by extreme stress brought about by the death I had witnessed. I was a helpless man. At that point in the dream, I was begging for food at a feast being held in the suburbs. There was a great amount of food, and the atmosphere reminded me of a graduation party. People would occasionally come up and talk to me (they knew me as being a 'wise old hermit'), but nobody fed me any food. Even so, I would give the youngsters who talked to me very good life advice.

Then I jumped even further into the future. I was on a street, old with a long white beard, and I was blind and crippled. It was raining, and the world looked grey. Nobody passed me by.

Then I jumped into another dream that was strangely connected to the previous one. Though it was much different, I still remembered these experiences from the first dream in the second dream.

I was in a great cylindrical tower. There was a spiral path that wound around the tower from the bottom to the top. There was a great march going on, and every living person who had fought in the military were in the parade, and they were all being honored at the top.

I myself had not fought in the military, but I was accepted into the parade because of my harsh and violent life. I remember the others marching feeling angry at my being there, but I also remember Bo Ennis welcoming me with a smile and a pat on the back.

When I neared the top of the huge building, I somehow got separated from the group and ended up inside a blue elevator (by the way, everything else in the building was blue and shiny). I took the elevator to the top floor and found nobody there. I looked around and couldn't find a sign of anybody, which is weird, for the military people were all marching to what they thought was the top of the building. I was there, and they were nowhere to be found, so I grew suspicious of this parade of 'honor.'

Before I could solve the mystery, I found a secret exit to the building that led to a person's backyard. That backyard was the same backyard where my middle-aged self was begging for food. Unfortunately (of fortunately) I did not get a chance to see myself. I went back into the blue cylindrical building and entered a tube slide (like one found in a McDonald's Play Place). I began to slide at a horrifying speed.

Then I awoke.

Dream #321 (January 27, 2010)

Another Kevin dream.

I first dreamt that I was in Kevin's bedroom in Eastwood (a dorm at Bethel College, which is where I actually was). Kevin got up in the middle of the night, turned on an old overhead project (which is what I've been working with a lot late in the creation of my music video), and was showing a hole bunch of building plans on the ceiling. I was getting frustrated with him because I wanted to sleep; the light from the projector was so bright and bothersome.

I soon switched over to another dream.

I was with Kevin sneaking around in what looked like a barn on the outside, but was a fancy house on the inside. We occasionally peeked out the window and noticed a line of people that would embarrass the longest line at an amusement park. I'm not sure what they were waiting for, but Kevin and I were attempting to bypass it.

In order to get to our destination, we had to get past the guards. I figured if I could get my hands on a radio receiver, we could listen into their frequencies and know when the guards were changing (I'm not sure how that would have helped us). So I ran to a nearby warehouse. Strangely the area around the warehouse was lit by the sun, whilst it was dark where I had come from (and to where I would eventually return).

I ran up to the top level of the yellowish warehouse, got into the office, and took a large radio receiver that I shoved into the pocket of my sweatpants. It created quite a huge lump in my side and was not very inconspicuous. Even so, I tried to sneak around. I remembered thinking to myself that I had done no wrong (apparently I owned the warehouse, at least in my mind in my dream), but I nonetheless didn't want to be stopped by the guards. I had one close call in the stairwell, but I managed to sneak around the 6'-10" dude without him seeing me (I slid down the rail behind him).

I finally made it back to Kevin, but by then, there was a small party going on in the house/barn we had previously been sneaking around in. I remember Steve Weiger (former high school classmate) yelling from top floor of the barn (which didn't have walls; it was just another floor) and throwing down a red pole, which hit me in the neck. I was mad at him, and he was drunk and oblivious.

Kevin then told me that he had to study, so I followed him to an odd classroom. On our way there, we passed by some strange goings on. There were a bunch of people eating Jell-O on a waterbed, some people watching a black-and-white film on the ceiling, some others having a saber fight on an elevated walkway, and some people playing jacks.

Finally we reached the classroom which had in it a coat rack and one of those beds that is inside a frame that looks like a race car. I sat on that bed while Kevin sat on the floor and began to read. I asked him what he was studying, but he didn't answer me, so I pulled out a huge math book from out of nowhere and began solving problems.

Then I awoke.

Dream #320 (January 26, 2010)

Some very interesting things were going on in my head last night.

In the beginning I was inside of some sort of military base filled with scientific equipment. There Lauren Bello (formerly De la Calzada) was setting up the computers trying to prepare for some sort of missile launch that was intended to prevent some sort of earth-shattering explosion from taking place (it had something to do with meteors maybe). However, there was a missing piece that Lauren needed to finish setting up the supercomputer. It was up to Mike, Kevin, and me to retrieve the piece from a nearby island (the military base was itself an island).

I first went to the docks and instructed a boat full of island savages and military interns (the savages were wearing loin cloths and the interns were wearing green sweaters and hipster glasses) to follow the three of us in our little john boat. Kevin, Mike, and I then boarded the john boat, and I paddled it, against a current, to the neighboring island, with the savages and interns following behind in their ship.

When we reached the shore, Mike tied the boat down whilst I dismounted the boat and waded to the beach. I waved for the savages and interns to follow me, and they did. I found the large piece of metal that was so important to the military operation; unfortunately, it was being guarded by a one-eyed giant. Not only did he only have one eye, but he had a horn on his head and an extra mouth on his chest. He was quite muscular, and he spoke in a strange language (both moths would speak simultaneously). I didn't know how I could defeat this thing until the interns, on their own initiative, jumped off their boat and threw themselves on to the giant, many of them climbing up to his head and flinging their fists into his tough skin (the giant was probably forty feet tall). This distracted the giant, allowing me to run off with the hunk of metal (that was quite heavy and nearly as big as me).

I shouted a quick thank you to the savages and interns, who were still putting up quite a fight, then Kevin shoved us off and I rowed us all back to the base. When we got there, we dropped off the hunk of metal and returned to the boat, paddling all the way back to the giant's island. I wanted to check on how the savages and the interns were doing. When we neared the island, I beheld a strange sight. Apparently our friends had befriended the giant, and they were all waiving at us and smiling. That was enough closure for me, so I turned the boat around and headed back. Unfortunately I took a wrong turn when trying to get back to the military base, and I ended up traveling a little extra distance (I actually visualized a map that showed my path compared to the one I had taken before).

When I returned to the military base, I left Kevin and Mike and went to see how Lauren was doing with the construction of the supercomputer. She told me she needed a lot of help, so she told me to accompany her to the second floor of the base to get the computer interns (different from the other interns) to help assemble everything. I asked if those guys would be available to give up a whole day, and she informed me that they knew before they were accepted that they had to help her assemble the computer.

When we got to the second floor (parts of which resembled my grandfather's basement, though it was much more futuristic), we found all the interns gathered around a computer that resembled an arcade game. They had tapped into all of the security footage and had put together a video of a bunch of the heads of the military base doing embarrassing things (apparently they did have time on their hands). Just as Lauren and I looked over their shoulders, we saw footage of Lauren doing some very interesting dance moves in her office after hours (involving many jerky hand motions and random freezes; she was also dressed in a female version of Darth Vader's outfit). Surprisingly, Lauren did not lose her composure. She walked up to the computer, typed in a few codes, which erased the computer's memory, then instructed the inters to follow her to the first floor to begin some actual work.

Then I entered into a different dream.

I was standing in a parking garage that was outside of an airport smoking a cigaret (I don't smoke), wearing a trench coat. After standing there looking at the airport lights and at the full moon for a while, a man by the name of Drew Rannels (whom I don't really know and whom I haven't seen for quite some time; he is six years older than me and graduated from the same high school as I) called me on my cell phone. He instructed informed me that he wanted me to accompany him on his next trip to China. He was a part of some sort of orphan care agency, and he wanted me to spend the next two years of my life with him in China taking care of children there.

Then he hung up, leaving me confused, until he walked up beside me. He continued his plea, saying he could really use my help. Why me? I was certain that there were more qualified people out there, but he kept persisting I join him. I wondered if I would be willing to give up two years of my life. Apparently, my life would somehow be endangered as well, or so Drew told me.

I soon awoke.

Dream #319 (January 25, 2010)

This is pretty odd and involves some famous people.

The first part of the dream began in a classroom. I was filming the teacher deliver a lecture to the class. The room was set up in an old-school way. The teacher (who was wearing a Cosby sweater) wrote a few notes on the chalkboard behind him and the students, with notebooks and pencils, sat at their desks and wrote down every word that was spoken.

Several minutes into the lecture, none other than Bob Dylan (as he looks now) walked into the room carrying a briefcase and wearing a blue suit with a bow tie. He stood in the center of the classroom and began teaching a bit about music composition. The teens gathered around and listened to the master story teller without losing focus.

After Bob was finished, he left the room. I really wanted to meet him, so I set my video camera down and followed him out of the room, out of the school, and into the parking lot. He got into an old blue car and began to drive away. I hopped onto my red bicycle and followed him all the way to his hotel (which was probably only a quarter mile down the road). Him, being Bob Dylan, drove right through the front doors of the hotel without damaging the building (the hotel resembled the lodge at Turkey Run State Park in southern Indiana). I followed him in there (but I parked my bike outside the hotel), and saw him greet the doormen as they loaded up his car with several of his bags (which matched his blue suit). I began running to him, so that I could introduce myself to him, but before I could catch him, he got back into his car and speeded away.

I chased him on my bike for a little bit, but he got too far ahead of me.

Then I switched to a different dream.

I was apart of some great competition, and there were only eight groups left in it when I entered the dream.

The competition was strange. Each team had to build an environment, complete with life bonuses, energy boosters, traps, and shortcuts, then the teams would have a battle across all of the environments. The team that gathered the most of their opponents flags before the time ran out won.

Though most teams were made up of at least six people, my team only consisted of me and Daniel Craig. However, during the first competition, against members of the band The National, we kicked butt. I would run around and gather flags while Daniel would defend our environment. Then we began building the next environment, which was made up of many grassy hills and trap holes. I was supposedly the best environment constructor ever to have lived, and I was quite proud of this one. I had many banana bushes (I know they don't exist) set up here and there to lure the opponents. Oh, the opponents were various characters from the game Donkey Kong Country.

Then something unexpected happened. I received a call that forced me to leave Daniel Craig to face the monkeys all on his own. However, I had set up a pretty awesome environment, so I was confident that old Danny boy could pull it off alone.

I ran out of the huge stadium and into a building that was connected with a walkway. I ran through a few hallways and entered a large, futuristic-looking room full of huge computers and white, shiny panels. There were a bunch of college students there signing up for classes, and that is the reason I skipped out on the biggest tournament of my life. I was merely signing up for a class that I feared would fill up (I believe it was some sort of web design class). I waited behind someone who appeared to be nearly finished. I had guessed right, and when the student got out of the seat, I recognized her to be Joanna Suter. I said hello, asked her what classes she had signed up for and, without really waiting for a response, began checking off classes I wanted to take. For computers that looked so nice, they operated quite poorly. The layout reminded me of the old computers found in libraries that only had the card catalogs on them.

I finished quite quickly, then returned to the tournament. I soon discovered that Daniel Craig had indeed conquered the Donkey Kongs, and was in the final match facing a group led by policeman and friend Bo Ennis. The environment he had built was rather weak, for it was an exact match to the stadium bleachers (which I found kind of interesting; maybe he was trying to confuse his opponent to buy some time). I had certainly come just in time, for Daniel looked as if he was about to pass out. He and Bo Ennis were the only remaining participants, for Bo's teammates had all been taken out by Daniel.

Just as Daniel collapsed, I caught him and held him with one hand while I threw a hard football at Bo. This caught Bo off guard and caused him to fall out of the bleachers of Daniel's environment and into the real bleachers. We had won, though I felt bad about conquering Bo in such a humiliating way. After the crowd began to clear, I walked over to Bo, who was still lying where he had fallen, and apologized. He didn't respond to my words.

Then I awoke.

Dream #318 (January 23, 2010)

I apologize for the absence. I haven't been with my computer for several days.

Last night's dream was interesting. The first part began at Prairie Camp. There were thousands of people there, and most of those people were in the tabernacle. I was running around trying to find Carrie Badertscher (the camp director) because I knew I was supposed to do something for all of the people, but I couldn't remember what. I finally found her inside of a cabin.

That cabin had a little putting green inside of it, and Carrie was standing on top of the hole. She looked at me and asked what I was doing away from the chapel. Then I remembered that I was supposed to be running camera there, so I ran out of the cabin and into the tabernacle. I manned a big TV camera there for several minutes.

Then I remembered that I was supposed to go onstage soon, so I ran up to the third balcony of the tabernacle (the real tabernacle is far smaller than the one in this dream) and told the program director that I needed to stop running camera for a while. Then I ran out of the tabernacle, into the nearby bathroom (what is called the "Rookie" bathroom), and changed into a tuxedo. I then walked back into the tabernacle and onto the stage.

Then I switched to a different, more exciting dream.

I was Sanjuro, the samurai from "Yojimbo" and "Sanjuro" (directed by Akira Kurosawa). I was standing in the middle of an upstairs bedroom in an ancient Japanese-style home. It was dark, and the room was empty except for me and my adversary. I looked about, with my hand on my samurai sword, waiting to draw it until I needed it, for I knew the sword would be easily visible if it were unsheathed.

Then my adversary leaped onto my back. I managed to roll him off as I drew my sword. As he landed on the ground, he too drew his weapon. We clashed and fought furiously, each gaining the advantage several times, but none of us ever conquering the other.

After a couple of minutes of intense battling, my opponent spoke, informing me that he was invincible. I didn't believe him until I jabbed my sword into his stomach and witness my opponent suffer no injury. I then slashed across his face, pulled back, and thrust my sword into his chest, and he still was not slain. He only laughed. I had to escape. Then I saw that there was a large window behind the villain, so I jumped up, grabbed a rafter, and swung a powerful kick into his chest, sending him flailing out the window.

I then ran to the ground level of the house and found dozens of captives there, all tied up. I began to untie them one by one, instructing them to flee and let me worry about the others.

After I had untied all but three people, my enemy returned. We again began to battle fiercely.

After a several back-and-forths in the fight with no end in sight, I finally had an idea. I let my enemy knock me to the ground. As he stood over me arrogantly, I, using my back, sprung into the air and chopped the man's head clean off. He wasn't dead, but I grabbed his head and threw it through a trap door in the floor.

Then I awoke.

Dream #317 (January 19, 2010)

This is absolutely nuts.

The dream was like a movie. In fact it was a movie, for I started out the dream by looking at the back of a DVD cover.

Then I entered the movie (though during the thing I thought it was all real).

I was in Kevin Chupp's dorm room at Bethel (which is similar to an apartment). I was there playing with Stella (2-year-old), and we had built a crazy fort out of blankets, then had run Hotwheels tracks all around it. It was pretty awesome. David and Carrie Badertscher (parents of the child) was there watching us play. Eventually they had to leave, so I was alone with my brother and mother (who, in the dream, were nothing like my real brother and mother; I was adopted in the dream as well).

Suddenly there was a pounding on the door and some cops came in and tore the place apart.

I walked outside. It was then that I noticed how different I looked. I had black hair, I was taller than I am, and I looked more like Clive Owen. I walked around the generic-looking city and saw an ambulance pull up. Out of the ambulance hopped a firefighter, who grabbed the town mayor, pulled him into the ambulance, and, from what the newspapers said the next day (which is where I jumped to after seeing this), cut the mayor to shreds with an ax.

Then I witnessed a couple of other people being picked up by the suspicious ambulance and hearing about their demises.

Finally, I jumped to the future and (this is really strange) walked around the neighborhood, looked at all the hacked up bodies. My memories of these bodies are extremely vivid, but I won't go into too much detail. One that really stuck in my mind was the front half of a woman's torso (who was wearing a shirt with a classic car on it) was laid out in a lawn chair, and it was smoking. I also remember Tobey Maguire's carcass sitting on a porch with a camera around his neck. It was gross.

I was the last living person in the city, and I wandered about the empty streets for what felt like hours.

Finally, the ambulance came and picked me up. I looked at the fireman who had murdered all these people so violently, and he took off his mask, revealing the face of the mayor, the one I thought had been the first victim. He said something about regretting the violence he had to commit.

Then I jumped back to where I was looking at the DVD. I saw the fireman's unmasked face on the back of the DVD case, and I remember saying, "Wow, this picture gives away the whole ending."

Then I awoke.