This was odd.
I dreamt that I returned to my old home (in my dream, not in real life) after being at war oversees for many years. The house was not as I had left it. It was dark, dismal, and damp inside. Vines were growing all about the outside and inside of the house. A fog was seeping from the floors. There was no electricity. As I walked about the place, I felt as if all I had known had disintegrated.
But then my hope was rekindled. A woman I had known before entered the home and welcomed me back. She looked unkept and slightly out of her mind. She proceeded to pull down some books of old photographs from a dusty shelf in the room next to the kitchen (which had walls green from mold). We sat down at the kitchen table (covered in cobwebs) and looked them over. There were pictures of me when I ran track in high school. There were also some of me as a young man, looking full of potential. But then the photos stopped being pleasant. The rest were not exposed well, and they were all so dark the images couldn't be seen as they should have been.
Then a young man and woman walked in and began listening to covers of John Lennon songs. I began telling them how good they were.
Then I entered a different, less depressing dream.
I found myself at an enormous building, like a mall, but far taller. There was a film shoot going on, and the filmmakers needed another actor. I agreed to help them out. Everybody was dressed in cowboy outfits (luckily I was as well). Then my scene came quickly with no explanation or instruction, other than the word "improvise." I began staggering toward the main character, who was preparing a large pot of spaghetti. I accidentally bumped him. As I fell to the ground, the pot of spaghetti and sauce flew up into the air and would have landed on me had I not rolled out of the way. Even though I wasn't directly hit, I still was covered with sauce after it splattered all about. I then crawled over to a refrigerator and tried using it to pull myself up, but it ended up falling on top of me with the door open.
The director came up to me and told me I was brilliant and said I could be done.
I wandered off the set and walked into a demolished building inside of the building I was in.
Then I awoke.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Dream #426 (December 21, 2011)
This was interesting.
I dreamt that I was, on a sunny afternoon, driving slowly down a lonely country road surrounded by corn fields. After driving for quite some time, several female bicyclists, all wearing the same outfit (baby blue jacket with yellow stripes down the arms, a matching baby blue helmet, and black spandex pants) began to pass me one at a time. They were moving fairly quickly, but I must have been driving very slowly for them to pass me as they did.
I began watching them, wondering what they were doing and why they all looked the same. I became so distracted that I was almost not moving at all.
The last female in the group stopped her bike beside me and asked me how I was doing. She had long black hair and looked about my age. I said I was alright, then I asked her what the occasion was for all the uniform bikers. She didn't answer me, but asked me if I wanted to hang out at her place.
I had nothing better to do, so I agreed. She then threw her bike in the back seat of my car and directed me to her home. We drove out of corn fields and into a housing development as she talked about everything from pets to cooking to post-secondary education.
We soon arrived at her place, which was a middle gray house with a modest back yard containing a trampoline and swimming pool. I park by the curb near the driveway, and followed her into her garage.
She began talking to me about her father's interest in boats and cars, and showed me some of his creations. Then she took me out back and we jumped on the trampoline for a bit.
After a short while, we returned to the garage, but right as we did so, her father returned home. He, a tall, overweight, harry man with an angry expression on his face, walked into the garage from the house and stared at me. Then his daughter, to my surprise, wrapped her arms around me and told her father how much she loved me. It was really strange, and I felt like I was being used as a tool of rebellion, so I began to back away. The father, who began to look like he was burning with invisible flames, pulled a shotgun off the wall of the garage and pointed it at me, screaming incoherently in a memorably gruff voice.
I sprinted out to my car and took off.
I spent the rest of my dream driving about, alone.
Then I awoke.
I dreamt that I was, on a sunny afternoon, driving slowly down a lonely country road surrounded by corn fields. After driving for quite some time, several female bicyclists, all wearing the same outfit (baby blue jacket with yellow stripes down the arms, a matching baby blue helmet, and black spandex pants) began to pass me one at a time. They were moving fairly quickly, but I must have been driving very slowly for them to pass me as they did.
I began watching them, wondering what they were doing and why they all looked the same. I became so distracted that I was almost not moving at all.
The last female in the group stopped her bike beside me and asked me how I was doing. She had long black hair and looked about my age. I said I was alright, then I asked her what the occasion was for all the uniform bikers. She didn't answer me, but asked me if I wanted to hang out at her place.
I had nothing better to do, so I agreed. She then threw her bike in the back seat of my car and directed me to her home. We drove out of corn fields and into a housing development as she talked about everything from pets to cooking to post-secondary education.
We soon arrived at her place, which was a middle gray house with a modest back yard containing a trampoline and swimming pool. I park by the curb near the driveway, and followed her into her garage.
She began talking to me about her father's interest in boats and cars, and showed me some of his creations. Then she took me out back and we jumped on the trampoline for a bit.
After a short while, we returned to the garage, but right as we did so, her father returned home. He, a tall, overweight, harry man with an angry expression on his face, walked into the garage from the house and stared at me. Then his daughter, to my surprise, wrapped her arms around me and told her father how much she loved me. It was really strange, and I felt like I was being used as a tool of rebellion, so I began to back away. The father, who began to look like he was burning with invisible flames, pulled a shotgun off the wall of the garage and pointed it at me, screaming incoherently in a memorably gruff voice.
I sprinted out to my car and took off.
I spent the rest of my dream driving about, alone.
Then I awoke.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Dream #425 (December 15, 2011)
I miss blogging these dreams regularly. Let me know if you want to continue reading them.
Last night I dreamt an interesting and strange dream. In the beginning, I went to an arcade with my grandfather (Duane Baughman). This arcade was much different from any arcade in the real world. It was fancy, like a high class hotel. There were great chandeliers, snazzy carpets, and and modern pieces of artwork placed about this three-story play place. There were waiters bringing people drinks and h'orderves. People were dressed nicely. Even I was wearing black slacks a white button-up shirt, a black vest, and a bow tie.
There were many fun games, and I had about fifty tokens to spend. I soon found my little brother playing a basketball game, and I wanted to join him (there were two hoops so that people could compete against each other). He had already put his tokens in, but I slid mine in quick enough so that I could join. The game cost three tokens; however, when I inserted the third, it told me if I wanted to apply that as credit to a future game. Apparently somebody had left a token in the game. I turned and saw Chuck Zook approach me, looking quite upset (his nostrils were flaring).
He came up and shoved me out of the way and began to play the game that I paid for (mostly). He said he had accidentally put four tokens into the slot. I then replied that I had paid two for that game and, because I wanted to play my brother, I was willing to give him a token to replace the one he had lost. He wouldn't listen and began to shoot basketballs as they fell down from the gate. I tried to get in front of him, but he kept pushing me out of the way.
Frustrated, I turned and left. However, it seemed that Chuck wasn't finished with me, for he rushed at me, fist clenched and eyes wild. He 'punched' my jaw (really, he just placed his fist on my face without too much force, which I thought was strange). He then picked me up and began hitting my back. All the while, I had my hands raised in the air, showing that I was not involved in this fight so that I wouldn't get kicked out of the awesome arcade.
Soon enough, some hefty guys in white suits came and carried Chuck away. He continued yelling at me; I could even hear faint cries as he was hauled past the thick metal doors that led out of the plaza.
I shrugged it off and Mike and I went to the second level. We found my Grandpa playing a Donkey Kong game and getting really into it (jumping up and down, shouting, etc.). After he lost that game, he went to the next game (a speed boat racing game) and joined a complete stranger (a heavy Italian man), who looked annoyed that somebody had joined his game.
Mike and I then continued to walk around. We found a hidden exit On the third floor that led out to the docks. It was dark and damp and dimly light, and a thick fog slowly moved through the atmosphere. As we walked, Mike asked me about the latest short story I had written, which was about a deranged fisherman who battled mutated fish men. We then entered another building, which ended up being yet another part of the grand arcade, though this part contained hotel rooms as well as arcade games for people who had come to game for several days.
Mike and I split up, and I went and explored some of the hotel rooms.
I found one door open to a room, and I entered. It was more like an apartment, or, at least, a more permanent place of residence. There were pictures on the wall, a large refrigerator with children's drawings, and other nicknacks. There were three young children present, but no parents.
The oldest of the three, a young girl wearing an eloquent dress, approached me and welcomed me into their home. She began showing me some of the pictures and describing the back story to each one. Then she opened up the fridge and invited me to partake in the family's food. She said her mother wouldn't mind. All the while I was a bit nervous, for I didn't want the mother to walk in on me alone with her kids, for that wouldn't look too good (though I had no bad intentions).
Then the younger boys began playing a game of tag, and I joined in. It was such fun, and I felt like I was a young child. Suddenly, the mother walked in. I was startled, but to my surprise, she was not angry with me. She was just as kind as her daughter, and she thanked me for entertaining her kids while I was gone.
As she talked to me about how the father had left them, the youngest boy managed to get into the trash, covering himself with spaghetti sauce in the process. He was a mess. I soon found out that he was still in the mindset of tag, for he ran up to me and slapped my leg (still covered by nice black slacks) with a hand covered in red sauce. It would surely stain. The mother then ran and grabbed some honey and poured it on my pants, saying that honey prevents red foods from staining. I believed her.
Then, as I was about to depart, the youngest boys came and gave me a hug. It was then that I noticed that both the boys had small red spots all over their bodies, for they had chicken pox.
I left the room and wandered outside for a while. I found a concrete building and entered it.
There I found Kevin Chupp. He was bouncing around very high into the air, as if there were no gravity. He came and told me to hop on his back, which I did. Together we bounced and floated for several seconds. It was a great feeling. We continued to do this down a long concrete hallway (the ceiling of which was fifty feet high, which we almost hit). We found a group of young adults taking a group picture and joined them.
As we smiled for the picture, Chuck Zook, followed by a bunch of dancers, entered the hallway. Chuck was singing and snapping his fingers as his followers danced behind him and occasionally repeated his lines.
He looked at me with eyes that proclaimed, "See what I have now, Joe?" I thought it was ridiculous, and Kevin agreed, so I climbed again onto his back, and we hopped our way further down the hallway.
At the very end of the building, we found Kevin's parents (Ken and Diane), and his younger sister (Kelli). They were taking turns running on an old-school treadmill (one that was only powered by friction). It looked like fun, so I took a turn. I was doing pretty well, running at very high speeds. I got a bit arrogant and began doing the grapevine on it, which impressed Ken. My turn was soon over, and I got off and watched Kevin sprint on it.
When he was done, I climbed onto his back and we went back down the hallway.
Then I awoke.
Last night I dreamt an interesting and strange dream. In the beginning, I went to an arcade with my grandfather (Duane Baughman). This arcade was much different from any arcade in the real world. It was fancy, like a high class hotel. There were great chandeliers, snazzy carpets, and and modern pieces of artwork placed about this three-story play place. There were waiters bringing people drinks and h'orderves. People were dressed nicely. Even I was wearing black slacks a white button-up shirt, a black vest, and a bow tie.
There were many fun games, and I had about fifty tokens to spend. I soon found my little brother playing a basketball game, and I wanted to join him (there were two hoops so that people could compete against each other). He had already put his tokens in, but I slid mine in quick enough so that I could join. The game cost three tokens; however, when I inserted the third, it told me if I wanted to apply that as credit to a future game. Apparently somebody had left a token in the game. I turned and saw Chuck Zook approach me, looking quite upset (his nostrils were flaring).
He came up and shoved me out of the way and began to play the game that I paid for (mostly). He said he had accidentally put four tokens into the slot. I then replied that I had paid two for that game and, because I wanted to play my brother, I was willing to give him a token to replace the one he had lost. He wouldn't listen and began to shoot basketballs as they fell down from the gate. I tried to get in front of him, but he kept pushing me out of the way.
Frustrated, I turned and left. However, it seemed that Chuck wasn't finished with me, for he rushed at me, fist clenched and eyes wild. He 'punched' my jaw (really, he just placed his fist on my face without too much force, which I thought was strange). He then picked me up and began hitting my back. All the while, I had my hands raised in the air, showing that I was not involved in this fight so that I wouldn't get kicked out of the awesome arcade.
Soon enough, some hefty guys in white suits came and carried Chuck away. He continued yelling at me; I could even hear faint cries as he was hauled past the thick metal doors that led out of the plaza.
I shrugged it off and Mike and I went to the second level. We found my Grandpa playing a Donkey Kong game and getting really into it (jumping up and down, shouting, etc.). After he lost that game, he went to the next game (a speed boat racing game) and joined a complete stranger (a heavy Italian man), who looked annoyed that somebody had joined his game.
Mike and I then continued to walk around. We found a hidden exit On the third floor that led out to the docks. It was dark and damp and dimly light, and a thick fog slowly moved through the atmosphere. As we walked, Mike asked me about the latest short story I had written, which was about a deranged fisherman who battled mutated fish men. We then entered another building, which ended up being yet another part of the grand arcade, though this part contained hotel rooms as well as arcade games for people who had come to game for several days.
Mike and I split up, and I went and explored some of the hotel rooms.
I found one door open to a room, and I entered. It was more like an apartment, or, at least, a more permanent place of residence. There were pictures on the wall, a large refrigerator with children's drawings, and other nicknacks. There were three young children present, but no parents.
The oldest of the three, a young girl wearing an eloquent dress, approached me and welcomed me into their home. She began showing me some of the pictures and describing the back story to each one. Then she opened up the fridge and invited me to partake in the family's food. She said her mother wouldn't mind. All the while I was a bit nervous, for I didn't want the mother to walk in on me alone with her kids, for that wouldn't look too good (though I had no bad intentions).
Then the younger boys began playing a game of tag, and I joined in. It was such fun, and I felt like I was a young child. Suddenly, the mother walked in. I was startled, but to my surprise, she was not angry with me. She was just as kind as her daughter, and she thanked me for entertaining her kids while I was gone.
As she talked to me about how the father had left them, the youngest boy managed to get into the trash, covering himself with spaghetti sauce in the process. He was a mess. I soon found out that he was still in the mindset of tag, for he ran up to me and slapped my leg (still covered by nice black slacks) with a hand covered in red sauce. It would surely stain. The mother then ran and grabbed some honey and poured it on my pants, saying that honey prevents red foods from staining. I believed her.
Then, as I was about to depart, the youngest boys came and gave me a hug. It was then that I noticed that both the boys had small red spots all over their bodies, for they had chicken pox.
I left the room and wandered outside for a while. I found a concrete building and entered it.
There I found Kevin Chupp. He was bouncing around very high into the air, as if there were no gravity. He came and told me to hop on his back, which I did. Together we bounced and floated for several seconds. It was a great feeling. We continued to do this down a long concrete hallway (the ceiling of which was fifty feet high, which we almost hit). We found a group of young adults taking a group picture and joined them.
As we smiled for the picture, Chuck Zook, followed by a bunch of dancers, entered the hallway. Chuck was singing and snapping his fingers as his followers danced behind him and occasionally repeated his lines.
He looked at me with eyes that proclaimed, "See what I have now, Joe?" I thought it was ridiculous, and Kevin agreed, so I climbed again onto his back, and we hopped our way further down the hallway.
At the very end of the building, we found Kevin's parents (Ken and Diane), and his younger sister (Kelli). They were taking turns running on an old-school treadmill (one that was only powered by friction). It looked like fun, so I took a turn. I was doing pretty well, running at very high speeds. I got a bit arrogant and began doing the grapevine on it, which impressed Ken. My turn was soon over, and I got off and watched Kevin sprint on it.
When he was done, I climbed onto his back and we went back down the hallway.
Then I awoke.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Dream #424 (November 8, 2011)
This was slightly odd.
I started out the dream driving an old red car into Bethel College. There were tons of people there, and they were clogging up the streets; I had a tough time avoiding them.
I was moving along at about 2 miles an hour when I saw Adam Pflugshaupt and Matt Boyle (two former classmates of mine from Oregon-Davis). When I saw them, I waved for them to come over to me, which they did. Adam was drinking a huge red Slurpee.
I asked them how they were doing, and they answered me in Spanish. I understood some of it, but I'm not fluent, so I wasn't exactly sure what they were telling me. I asked them to hop in the car so we could hang out. They did as I asked.
I was about to leave, when my brother called me and told me to pick him up from his classroom on my way out. I drove by it, parked, ran up several stories to his room, told him that I had arrived, and he followed me down to the car and sat in the back with Matt (Adam was in the passenger seat). We then drove away from Bethel.
We went down a long road, which eventually led into a desert. Interestingly enough, Prairie Camp's retreat center and David and Carrie Badertscher's old house (which was located at Prairie Camp) were both there in the desert. I parked the car there, and we all walked into the retreat center, into separate rooms, and used the bathroom.
When we were finished, we walked back out to the car, pulled a tent out of the trunk, and walked further into the desert. When we got out there, we set up the tent. Adam and Matt were still speaking only Spanish, and I was getting a bit frustrated with them, for I wanted to communicate with them, especially since I had not seen them for a long time.
After the tent was set up, the sky turned purple. A hard rain began to fall, and lighting was striking all about us. I looked up and saw Zeus throwing lighting bolts down to the earth. Then several small tornadoes swept through where we were, and crazy things were flying about us (including cows, poles, trees, and businessmen). My brother ran up to me and began shouting. Then I saw Ben (the new camp director) running toward us shouting.
Then I awoke.
I started out the dream driving an old red car into Bethel College. There were tons of people there, and they were clogging up the streets; I had a tough time avoiding them.
I was moving along at about 2 miles an hour when I saw Adam Pflugshaupt and Matt Boyle (two former classmates of mine from Oregon-Davis). When I saw them, I waved for them to come over to me, which they did. Adam was drinking a huge red Slurpee.
I asked them how they were doing, and they answered me in Spanish. I understood some of it, but I'm not fluent, so I wasn't exactly sure what they were telling me. I asked them to hop in the car so we could hang out. They did as I asked.
I was about to leave, when my brother called me and told me to pick him up from his classroom on my way out. I drove by it, parked, ran up several stories to his room, told him that I had arrived, and he followed me down to the car and sat in the back with Matt (Adam was in the passenger seat). We then drove away from Bethel.
We went down a long road, which eventually led into a desert. Interestingly enough, Prairie Camp's retreat center and David and Carrie Badertscher's old house (which was located at Prairie Camp) were both there in the desert. I parked the car there, and we all walked into the retreat center, into separate rooms, and used the bathroom.
When we were finished, we walked back out to the car, pulled a tent out of the trunk, and walked further into the desert. When we got out there, we set up the tent. Adam and Matt were still speaking only Spanish, and I was getting a bit frustrated with them, for I wanted to communicate with them, especially since I had not seen them for a long time.
After the tent was set up, the sky turned purple. A hard rain began to fall, and lighting was striking all about us. I looked up and saw Zeus throwing lighting bolts down to the earth. Then several small tornadoes swept through where we were, and crazy things were flying about us (including cows, poles, trees, and businessmen). My brother ran up to me and began shouting. Then I saw Ben (the new camp director) running toward us shouting.
Then I awoke.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Dream #423 (November 6, 2011)
This is brief, yet crazy.
I was at the top of a great dune with my former neighbor Morgan Ferch. Her brother Nathan, who was in my class, was down a bit from us, encouraging us to leap down this enormous dune. Even though he sounded excited about it, he was too afraid to join us.
I looked at Morgan and asked her if she was going to do it. She said she would if I did. (For some reason, knowing that somebody else will join you in a crazy stunt always makes it easier to do.) I yelled down to Nathan, "I'm glad you were my neighbor. We had some good times." I then turned to Morgan and said, "The same to you." Then I turned to the edge of the dune and began to run. Morgan followed me.
I leapt off of the cliff and had several seconds of air time. When I hit the sand, I began running uncontrollably at a very high speed down the dune. I was terrified. I looked back to Morgan, who managed to control her speed much better than I.
Then I looked back down to the great body of water in front of me, and it drew closer and closer, until it was upon me. I was moving so fast that I shot straight into the water. I uncontrollably sprinted, through the water, into a black rock. My face was destroyed. I fell back into the water and could not get up on my own.
Moments later, I was saved from drowning when Morgan pulled me up out of the water and laid me on the shore. She looked distressed, and I knew that my face was probably messed up quite a bit. Then I heard her call for Nathan, who said that he would be down soon.
I passed out.
A bit later I awoke. Morgan and Nathan were both still there, but my parents were there as well. My dad came up to me and showed me that his left arm had been bitten off by a shark. It was still bleeding! He seemed very calmed, and even amused by his wound, but I was scared. I was still partially in the water, so I ran my hurting body out of the water and onto the shore. Morgan held a mirror up to my face and, to my surprise, I merely had a bloody nose. I still was in a lot of pain, but at least I wasn't permanently damaged.
Then I flashed forward in time. I was with my dad in a hospital. He awoke from surgery and removed a blue bandage from his arm. He then proceeded to show me how the doctor's had put his hand where his bicep used to be. It was grotesque.
Then I awoke.
I was at the top of a great dune with my former neighbor Morgan Ferch. Her brother Nathan, who was in my class, was down a bit from us, encouraging us to leap down this enormous dune. Even though he sounded excited about it, he was too afraid to join us.
I looked at Morgan and asked her if she was going to do it. She said she would if I did. (For some reason, knowing that somebody else will join you in a crazy stunt always makes it easier to do.) I yelled down to Nathan, "I'm glad you were my neighbor. We had some good times." I then turned to Morgan and said, "The same to you." Then I turned to the edge of the dune and began to run. Morgan followed me.
I leapt off of the cliff and had several seconds of air time. When I hit the sand, I began running uncontrollably at a very high speed down the dune. I was terrified. I looked back to Morgan, who managed to control her speed much better than I.
Then I looked back down to the great body of water in front of me, and it drew closer and closer, until it was upon me. I was moving so fast that I shot straight into the water. I uncontrollably sprinted, through the water, into a black rock. My face was destroyed. I fell back into the water and could not get up on my own.
Moments later, I was saved from drowning when Morgan pulled me up out of the water and laid me on the shore. She looked distressed, and I knew that my face was probably messed up quite a bit. Then I heard her call for Nathan, who said that he would be down soon.
I passed out.
A bit later I awoke. Morgan and Nathan were both still there, but my parents were there as well. My dad came up to me and showed me that his left arm had been bitten off by a shark. It was still bleeding! He seemed very calmed, and even amused by his wound, but I was scared. I was still partially in the water, so I ran my hurting body out of the water and onto the shore. Morgan held a mirror up to my face and, to my surprise, I merely had a bloody nose. I still was in a lot of pain, but at least I wasn't permanently damaged.
Then I flashed forward in time. I was with my dad in a hospital. He awoke from surgery and removed a blue bandage from his arm. He then proceeded to show me how the doctor's had put his hand where his bicep used to be. It was grotesque.
Then I awoke.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Dream #422 (October 29, 2011)
This was a bit devastating to me at the time.
I dreamt that I was chosen to preview the 'Gollum scene' from the upcoming Hobbit film, which is currently being directed by Peter Jackson, though in the dream, Guillermo del Toro (who was initially going to direct it). I was very excited, for "The Hobbit" is one of my favorite books, and I have been looking forward to the film for quite some time. However, I was a bit disappointed.
First of all, Bilbo was a tall, thin, good-looking guy, and the actor playing made him look like a character from a cheap action movie. Gollum, on the other hand, was crazy-looking. He had sharp fangs, pink skin, crazy red eyes, and disgustingly long fingers with even longer nails, as if he were a creature from a cheap horror movie.
The intellectual interaction was not incorporated into the movie; instead, del Toro invested his efforts into making the scene as intensely scary as possible. Bilbo found the ring, and Gollum saw him pick it up. There was no exchange of riddles. Gollum then tried to destroy Bilbo, but he couldn't see him.
As Gollum wandered through the cave, Bilbo followed him. Then (this is terrible) Gollum found a hobbit family on his way out of the cave, and he devoured them, spilling the family's blood all over Bilbo. The blood could be visible, so Gollum then was able to see him. As Gollum lunged for him, Bilbo moved, which sent Gollum flying down a cliff.
Then Bilbo was almost out, but for some reason he took the ring off before exiting. A bunch of 'goblins' saw him (they looked like hillbillies with beer bellies that were painted brown) and chased him outside. Then the 'dwarves' (who were neither short nor bearded) came and told Bilbo to stay in the light, for it weakened the goblins. The dwarves were all wearing jeans and carrying pistols instead of axes and swords. The goblins had machine guns, and a shootout ensued. There were cars and trucks driving about (Gandalf had a big Chevy truck), and I walked out of the theater.
Matt (my brother who also loves the Hobbit) came to see me afterwards because he was curious about whether or not I liked the screening of the film. I actually cried when I was telling him about it (it made me that sad).
Then Matt took me to a house, which was a few hundred feet from a great sports complex, where a retreat was being held. I was supposed to spend the night at the house, so I took a sleeping bag and a backpack full of clothes up to my room in the loft of the building. My bed was only about two feet wide and there was only about two feet between the mattress and the ceiling.
I saw, on my bed, an invitation to join a basketball tournament there, so I called Nathan Ferch (who was the captain of the state-champion basketball team at Oregon-Davis, a team for which I sat the bench) (it is also his birthday today, by the way). I asked him if I could join his team, even if I had to sit the bench, for I didn't know anybody else at the conference. Nathan said I could, though his team was already nearly full, for most of the other players from the old team were on his team already.
I hung up the phone (I had my old track phone in the dream, by the way), and changed into my basketball jersey.
Then I awoke.
I dreamt that I was chosen to preview the 'Gollum scene' from the upcoming Hobbit film, which is currently being directed by Peter Jackson, though in the dream, Guillermo del Toro (who was initially going to direct it). I was very excited, for "The Hobbit" is one of my favorite books, and I have been looking forward to the film for quite some time. However, I was a bit disappointed.
First of all, Bilbo was a tall, thin, good-looking guy, and the actor playing made him look like a character from a cheap action movie. Gollum, on the other hand, was crazy-looking. He had sharp fangs, pink skin, crazy red eyes, and disgustingly long fingers with even longer nails, as if he were a creature from a cheap horror movie.
The intellectual interaction was not incorporated into the movie; instead, del Toro invested his efforts into making the scene as intensely scary as possible. Bilbo found the ring, and Gollum saw him pick it up. There was no exchange of riddles. Gollum then tried to destroy Bilbo, but he couldn't see him.
As Gollum wandered through the cave, Bilbo followed him. Then (this is terrible) Gollum found a hobbit family on his way out of the cave, and he devoured them, spilling the family's blood all over Bilbo. The blood could be visible, so Gollum then was able to see him. As Gollum lunged for him, Bilbo moved, which sent Gollum flying down a cliff.
Then Bilbo was almost out, but for some reason he took the ring off before exiting. A bunch of 'goblins' saw him (they looked like hillbillies with beer bellies that were painted brown) and chased him outside. Then the 'dwarves' (who were neither short nor bearded) came and told Bilbo to stay in the light, for it weakened the goblins. The dwarves were all wearing jeans and carrying pistols instead of axes and swords. The goblins had machine guns, and a shootout ensued. There were cars and trucks driving about (Gandalf had a big Chevy truck), and I walked out of the theater.
Matt (my brother who also loves the Hobbit) came to see me afterwards because he was curious about whether or not I liked the screening of the film. I actually cried when I was telling him about it (it made me that sad).
Then Matt took me to a house, which was a few hundred feet from a great sports complex, where a retreat was being held. I was supposed to spend the night at the house, so I took a sleeping bag and a backpack full of clothes up to my room in the loft of the building. My bed was only about two feet wide and there was only about two feet between the mattress and the ceiling.
I saw, on my bed, an invitation to join a basketball tournament there, so I called Nathan Ferch (who was the captain of the state-champion basketball team at Oregon-Davis, a team for which I sat the bench) (it is also his birthday today, by the way). I asked him if I could join his team, even if I had to sit the bench, for I didn't know anybody else at the conference. Nathan said I could, though his team was already nearly full, for most of the other players from the old team were on his team already.
I hung up the phone (I had my old track phone in the dream, by the way), and changed into my basketball jersey.
Then I awoke.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Dream #421 (October 28, 2011)
Yet another odd dream.
In the pre-beginning of my dream, I was in Koontz Lake Missionary Church. It was Christmas Eve, and I was wearing a red sweater. I sat in a pew by Kyle Heffelfinger, and Norm (the youth pastor) and my dad approached me and asked if the lights they had purchased for the church were of good quality.
Then, in the true beginning of the dream I was with my parents and my brother Mike at my parents' house. We had just finished packing a picnic basket with food and we all got into the Buick Lesabre and my dad drove us away.
The drive only lasted a few minutes, for we were soon in a green park. We parked the car and took our picnic basket to a pavilion not far from the lot. We were the only ones in the pavilion, though there were several other cars.
After I finished eating some chips, I noticed where everyone was, and I went to where they were. I arrived at a set of wooden stairs that led up to a lion on display, kept separate from the public only by a wooden fence (not a thick one, at that). My dad followed me up, and we asked the lion tamer if this was safe. He assured me that it was.
Then the lion began to talk. He was telling the audience of a story about when he was just a cub. He told us of his favorite toy, and how he would play with it for long hours. Then he demonstrated how he bit it, and put his mouth around a man's leg (this man was sitting in a wheel-chair, for the leg the lion put his mouth around was in a cast). I was shocked, but then I realized that the lion had not sunk his teeth into the man.
After that, the lion went on and on about that toy, and it was actually quite boring (even though he was a lion talking). I looked up and saw that there were some fun-looking dunes off in the distance, which looked much more amusing. I went back down to the car to get my coat.
After I got it, I seemed to forget what I was doing, for I walked over to a nearby building and entered it. There I found a great feast going on. My dad also followed me in there, and we saw the lights that my dad and Norm had talked about in the beginning of the dream. My dad went over to one of the masters of the banquet and talked to him about those. I, in the meantime, was still hungry, for I had only eaten potato chips. I walked over to a table and began eating a leftover piece of cherry pie, thinking nothing of it. I saw Neil Silveus across the room, so I picked up the rest of the pie and began carrying it with me.
When one of the young ladies cleaning up saw me with the pie, she freaked out and began to call for security. Next thing I knew, I was being hauled out into a cop car.
Then I flashed forward in my dream. I was in prison. However, the place in which I was imprisoned more closely resembled a hospital room than a jail cell. My cell mate and I both had white beds that we were chained to, and we had a window that looked out onto the city from high above ground. The man "keeping watch" over us was none other than Kid Cudi (he was sleeping in a chair behind my bed).
A few moments after I flashed forward, the guards dragged in another man into the cell and threw him at the foot of my bed. They left a lock and key beside him for some reason, which I grabbed quickly. Then, playing a trick on the guy that was just left with me, I put the chain tightly around his leg and locked it. He told me to undo it, so I started to, then I acted as if the key wasn't working. The poor fellow was claustrophobic, and he began to freak out, which made me laugh quite hard.
Suddenly, Kid Cudi woke up and began yelling at me. He then told me that I would no longer be released that day, but I would instead have to serve grocery store time (whatever that meant). I turned to Kid Cudi and began yelling back at him. I informed him that I was in prison for eating pie. Then I quoted some of his own lyrics to him and said he deserved to be in my place more than I. That made him quite angry, and he tightened my shackles.
To avoid thinking about my current situation, I looked up at the television and saw that a Marvel movie trailer was playing. It was supposed to be a live action film, but because they hadn't shot anything yet, they showed a bunch of clips from old cartoons, which excited me. The final shot of the trailer was one of King Pin strapped to a bed in a jail cell that resembled the one I was currently in.
Then I jumped forward in time again to the grocery time I was serving.
I was strapped to a chair next to five other men in the middle of a grocery store. We all watched as people were shopping. We were there for hours and hours. I was getting very bored, but to make my watchman angry, I acted as if I was having a great time. It turned out that my watchman was Seth Bartlette (my boss at RemedyLIVE), and he indeed was getting annoyed at my apparent joy. I was singing songs, whistling, and having a gay old time.
He came up to me and began scolding me, but then another watchman came and undid all of the chains of the prisoners, including me, which didn't make sense to either of us. After thinking about it for a while, I determined that it was a sort of test, so I stayed in my chair and continued to serve my time.
I must have been right, for about a half hour the warden came up to me and congratulated me, for my good behavior had set me free.
I immediately left the store and saw that Travis Cox (a fellow I know from Prairie Camp) had just finished directing a major orchestra concert on the shore of a great beach that was right outside the grocery store. I wanted badly to play baritone for that show (apparently I was supposed to have done so in my dream). Travis said he was disappointed that my behavior prevented me from playing the show. He then told me to hand over my mouthpiece, which was in my pocket.
Then I awoke.
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