Dream #381 (April 29, 2011)

Here's a short recollection of a dream.

I dreamt that I was in a small house with Lenny Walsh, Nathan Galvez, and a couple people I didn't know. We were eating dinner together, discussing life when two girls walked in, asking if they could join us. We allowed them to do so.

As the conversation continued, I found myself making references to Family Guy episodes (a show I don't watch). When one of the girls asked me what I was referencing, I was afraid to give her a straight answer, so I described the show. Once I said something about an obese main character, she immediately knew it was Family Guy, and walked out of the kitchen and turned on the television. Seinfeld was on the air, and she pointed at it and told me that I should be referencing it instead of Family Guy.

That is the last thing I remember. I awoke, of course.

Dream #380 (April 28, 2011)

A little crazy dream.

I dreamt that I was a soldier in a strange battle. I was in an average-sized home with gray carpet on the floors and the walls. There my fellow soldiers (who were all merely boys) and I were fighting our enemies to the death. However, our enemies consisted of young boys and girls, with only a few adults. I didn't want to fight, but I knew that if I didn't, I would be killed. I just managed to avoid all contact with others.

Part way through the battle, one of the young girls cornered me in a nearby room and began swiping at me with her claws. I told her that we should call a truce. Several times she acted like she was going to accept the offer, but when I would go to shake hands, she would try to snag me with her claws. This was more dangerous than it sounds, for her claws contained a poison.

Finally, after several long minutes of avoiding the slashes, I was able to freeze my enemy.

I ran back to the room I started in just as a car drove through the wall. A bunch of German kids jumped out and got ready to attack my fellow soldiers and me. I silenced them all, held out my hands, and begged them to only hurt each other a little bit so that we could all go home to receive medical attention and escape the war.

They didn't listen to me, and they began ferociously attacking each other.

Then I awoke.

Dream #379 (April 27, 2011)

This was pretty crazy.

I dreamt that I was in a huge wooden hotel. The hallways were very dimly lit, and the rooms had the feel of a cabin. I was in my room (a two-room apartment) getting ready for a final exam. I looked at the digital clock by my bed and realized that I was running late. I immediately closed the various books that I had opened, shoved a couple into my blue backpack, and ran out into the hallway. I hopped onto an elevator, went up a few floors, hopped off and made it into the classroom with minutes to spare.

The classroom didn't have desks; rather, the students all sat in bar stools and kept their books on their laps. As the others were getting their books and papers out, preparing for the exam, Amy Ennis, who was sitting next to me, pointed out that I had brought the wrong book and the wrong papers. I panicked, dropped what I had brought, and ran back outside the classroom. Instead of taking the elevator, I took the stairs. I was in such a hurry that I went down too many floors. I hopped onto the next open elevator, but unfortunately, it went all the way down to the ground floor instead of going up. I gave up.

In the elevator with me was a tall, rough-looking fellow. He ordered me to follow him when we reached the ground floor (which actually led outside into the parking lot). I did as he said, then thought to myself, "It's crazy how one small decision can change a person's life drastically."

After thinking that, I followed the tall man to an 80's red car. He opened up the hood and pulled out a bag of cocaine. I tried to remain calm, but the guy could tell I was very nervous.

Just then, I saw a female cop approaching us. The tall guy hopped in the car and fled the scene, leaving me to be punished for his actions. The woman grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the street and out a set of glass doors. I know that sounds very strange, but she really took me outside of outside, if that makes any sense. There was a street and innumerable people and buildings inside of one huge glass building. The street outside of outside was deserted.

The woman told me that she knew I had nothing to do with the cocaine that she had discovered in my hands when we first met. Then (this is cheesy and ridiculous), the chick cop winked at me and smiled. I looked back inside the glass and saw a riot going on. Tons of people with signs and pitchforks were rushing toward a certain building. The chick cop asked me what I thought about war and violence.

Then I awoke.

Dream #383 (April 26, 2011)

Here is a dream.

I first dreamt that Jon Andrew Castleberry and I were in a city made of rusted materials. I had my Canon 60D with my, and I was photographing the buildings around me. As I said earlier, everything was rusty, including the ground below me.

We walked around several cement buildings, through some metal alleyways, and down several flights of steps that led nowhere. I was taking pictures all the while.

Eventually, I jumped forward in time. Jon Andrew and I were at some special banquet that was held to honor various artists. Several awards were being presented, so everybody was dressed in their finest clothes.

When the award for "best piece of art" was announce, our names were called for a three-dimensional piece created with the pictures of the rusted city. Everyone stood and began cheering. They even lifted us up. Jon Andrew and I looked at each other in disbelief. We both thought our piece of art was a joke, and that it didn't deserve any attention, for we had made it to mock art.

Then I entered a different dream.

I was studying in a college library, though I wasn't a student there. I managed to log onto one of the computers, even though I didn't have an ID. The computers in this library were all very old and only could display green text. Still, I was using it to research something. I had several larger-than life books about me (they were 5' x 3'), and they contained maps of various islands.

As I was working, Emily de Araujo and Katie Zook walked by right when I looked up from my research. I waved at them and they came and talked with me about the college. About a minute into the conversation, a huge brute walked in the library, pointed at me, and contorted his face, expressing what appeared to be anger. He marched over to me and picked me up and carried me into the grassy area outside the library.

Then I switched to yet another dream.

I was at Prairie Camp running a large group game with Kevin Chupp and Asa Ennis. The game, which involved about 100 kids, was a giant version of Sudoku. The kids would take turns picking up numbers and placing them where they thought they belonged. I don't know why I thought this game would work; the kids had a very difficult time. At one point, they had three 6's in a single row.

Carrie walked up and ended the game, informing everyone that it was time for water games. Everyone went back to their dorms to change into clothes that could get wet, except for me. I decided just to take off all my clothes to save time so that I could set up the game.

-I hate when I'm naked in my dreams. I feel so uncomfortable, and there's no escape. I never think to just go put clothes on.-

When the kids got back out, I realized that I should not be unclothed in front of them, so I hid behind Kevin while I explained the game. They somehow didn't seem to notice.

When I finished explaining the activity (which was merely a slip n' slide), I found a towel on the ground and threw it around my waist. One of the campers walked up to me after sliding down the slip n' slide and asked me if I was wearing a swimming suit. I avoided answering the question.

When the activity was over, I ran into the Retreat Center and put my clothes back on. I looked out the window and saw a bunch of gangsters hanging out with the campers.

Then I awoke.

Dream #382 (April 25, 2011)

I had a dream last night. Ain't that somethin'?

I was climbing a great wooden tower maze. Hundreds of people began the maze at the same time at the bottom of the wooden tower. After a starter pistol was fired by a person I couldn't see, everyone began to frantically make their way up the tower.

Once inside the first wooden doorway, there were several different paths that one could take. Strangely enough, the entire maze was lit by daylight.

I pushed my way through various pathways and stairwells that led me upwards. Eventually there were fewer and fewer people clogging the maze, and I was able to take my time and calculate which direction I should take.

When I neared the top, I ran into what many thought to be a dead end (I had passed about ten people who had turned around from there). I got to the actual dead end, I saw Shana Beers trying to decipher a code on the wall. She soon became frustrated and gave up, and she made her way back down the stairwell. I was alone at the dead end, but I somehow knew that there was more to what was in front of me than a merely a wooden wall.

I turned to the code on the wall and pushed a button in. Nothing happened that I could see. I walked back over to the wall and pushed it. It wouldn't budge. Then I jumped up and smacked the top. It folded over!

I jumped up into the air and held my body there by pushing my hands and feet against the wall (a move like to do in hallways, though others don't appreciate the shoe marks I leave on the walls). I spider-crawled up to the wood flap I had discovered and launched my body into it. I landed on a curly slide that took me down quite a ways and dropped me into a room that looked like a cabin. By the time I had actually made it to the slide, others had discovered what I had uncovered, and they followed me into the room. They were all males, and one of them was Adam Pflugshaupt and Matt Boyle.

When I stood up after being dumped on the ground by the slide, I began to search the room. I found many old artifacts (old books, a suit of armor, a special staff, etc.). Then I walked over to a great desk and discovered a treasure chest underneath it. Adam and Matt helped me pull it from the desk once they recovered from their fall. We began to try to find a way out. We decided we would have to leap out the window, so I crawled up to the opening (which was about eight feet above the floor), and discovered that we were only about twenty feet about the ground.

Then I switched over to a different dream.

I was in Oregon-Davis Elementary School. I had just finished substitute teaching a class (I was actually a substitute for an aid, not the real teacher), and I walked into a nearby empty and dark classroom, where I began writing letters on the chalkboard.

Soon afterward, an old classmate of mine, James Minker (whom I haven't seen for four years or so), walked into the room with a box of action figures. I looked and found a toy archer that actually shot bb's out of a little toy shotgun (I know I said archer; he had a bow on his back and resembled one of Robin Hood's men, but he happened to have a shotgun). James set up a target on the chalkboard. He took the first attempt and didn't even hit the chalkboard. I though I could do a better job. I missed that entire wall, shooting the bb into another part of the room altogether. I was ashamed of my efforts, so I wanted to try again. However, the gun kept slipping from the archer's hand, so I could never get another shot off.

Then I saw my mother at the door of the classroom that led to the parking lot. I told James that I had to go, and I followed my mom to her Buick, where my younger brother (Mike Baughman) was waiting for me. I asked where my dad was, and my mom said he was at the high school. She drove over there and I saw my dad wearing a Batman cape and mask, flapping it about, trying to entertain the high schoolers walking about. He saw my mom pull up and he ran and jumped into the car.

As we were leaving, I saw Phil Bridges (with whom I recorded an old folk music album) dressed in a Mexican blanket and a sombrero.

The road was packed with cars, and my mom told me that I should have left the school earlier so that we could have beat the traffic.

Then I entered a different dream.

I was in a room with Ryan Sweeney (a former classmate at Oregon-Davis). We had just finished shooting a video for a school project of his when Justin Egger, Brandon Johnston, and Austen Corneil walked in and told me that they, too, wanted to shoot a video.

We all sat down on a couch and began discussing various ideas. I said we should use a cheesy 80's red tint. Then a janitor walked past us and told us he like our ideas. Then he informed us that a bunch of high schoolers were coming into the building soon.

He was right. Tons of teens walked in, wearing their hip clothes and sunglasses. Most of them went into a neighboring room and began eating pizza. A couple of guys, though, began shooting a video right beside us. I overheard one of them (who was Vietnamese) say, "We should see the main guy's face and cut the other guy's face off right at the nose." I thought that would look hideous, but Austen told the guy he really liked that idea.

Then I awoke.

Dream #381 (April 24, 2011)

This isn't as bonkers as the previous dream, but it's still a bit interesting.

I was in some dark theater reading for quite some time.

After I had read a couple of chapters in some crappy crime thriller novel, I was interrupted by a blonde-haired young man who informed me that I had got the lead role in a big-budget film that was going to be directed by David Garcia (a former professor of mine). I was excited, and a bit nervous as well, for I wasn't sure how good of an actor I would be (I've always wanted to give it a shot, but most people I know can't take me seriously).

Then time jumped forward. I was on a stage with all of the other actors where Mr. Garcia was having us rehearse the film in front of a live audience. Suddenly, I realized that I had not even read my lines (other than those on the first page), and I became filled with fear and shame. Then, my turn to speak came. I got my first line right, fortunately, but I knew that I wouldn't get so lucky again. Then I remembered that it was only a rehearsal and not the real film, so I was able to relax a bit (though I still felt bad for not knowing my lines for the audience).

I jumped forward in time yet again.

I was in a field outside of a schoolhouse. People were running around aimlessly, in all directions. It was so chaotic that it looked organized (if that makes any sense to anyone else but myself). I walked across the field, effortlessly avoiding contact with the crazy sprinters. I met Terry Pucel in the center of the field and talked with him a bit.

Then everyone who was outside immediately formed into a straight line and walked into a nearby building. I followed them.

We were in a long and narrow theater, where David Garcia was presenting the film he had directed that I had starred in. I was anxious to view my performance on screen, for I hadn't seen the film yet. The lights dimmed, and the opening music faded in.

Then I awoke.

Dream #380 (April 23, 2011)

This was nuts.

I first dreamt that I was inside of some space station in the future. Things were quite normal for a while (for the future, that is). People and robots were walking about, doing various tasks (just like at any space station). There were thousands of people there.

I was just a janitor on the spaceship. I took a break from mopping the shiny metallic floor and took a peak out of the great window that looked out to the stars. The view was breathtaking, but I didn't enjoy it for long.

A burst of smoke obstructed my view, then the glass cracked before me. I put on some special breathing device as the air in the station began to flow out the window. I ran and took cover under a computer desk as the smoke filled the room.

After about a minute, the fog lifted, revealing several X-Men characters, including Wolverine, Storm, Cyclops, Beast, and Gambit. There were several other mutants that are most likely not X-Men characters, but originals of my subconscious.

Contrary to the X-Men comic, these mutants were villains (or maybe I was a villain). They had come to destroy the space station, and they began by killing several of the workers wearing grey suits. Storm would bring in a cloud and lift up the victims as the other mutants used their various powers to slay them.

I decided to take action. I snuck over to a nearby computer and entered in a bunch of data. Somehow, the result was a crazy electrical explosion that blew near the mutants and electrocuted them. The only one not defeated by the shock was Gambit, who quickly discovered my whereabouts. He began throwing his pink, glowing cards at me.

Then I switched over to a different dream.

I was working with a bunch of my former Oregon-Davis High School classmates (Adam Pflugshaupt, Brandon Johnston, Andrew Jensen, and Alik Hall). We were putting up an enormous State Farm insurance ad on a billboard on a tall hill above a highway. The ad had the picture of a happy, good looking, middle-aged man in a suit.

My job was to climb the ladder and apply the sticky substance to the billboard while the others managed to put up the actual poster. After several minutes of tough work, it was time for lunch.

I climbed down from the ladder and joined up with my friends to talk about where we wanted to eat. They decided on Applebee's. It didn't really matter for me, because I had brought edible clothes. Yup. My pants, suit jacket, and tie were all made out of gummy candy (like Fruit Roll-Ups). Adam and Andrew thought that was hilarious and they mentioned they wanted as many people as possible to see me eat what I was wearing.

Then I awoke.