Dream #437 (February 20, 2012)

This was rather depressing.


I dreamt that I lived next to my father, mother, and younger brother (Mike Baughman).  In this dream I was married to a woman, and had been married for several years.

The first of two struggles I faced in this dream began with my wife.  We were preparing for bed.  As we were talking, she informed me that she wished for a divorce.  I couldn't believe it.  I was perfectly happy with the marriage, and I thought it was going well.  I asked her what I had done, and she told me that she never really loved me and that she wasn't happy.  I sat silent on the bed for a while, staring at the floor.

She began packing her clothes nonchalantly, which drove me crazy.  I asked her, "Do you know what love is?  What has made you unhappy?"  She only became angry with me and told me that I was naive.  I responded, "You are selfish, and you do not understand much."  I wanted to cry, but I could not.  I laid down and gently laid my face in my pillow as my wife left.

I soon got a call from my father, who told me to come over to his home.  I did as he asked.

His house, on the inside, looked like the California Road Missionary Church gymnasium.  My dad beckoned me over to his computer and showed me a trailer for an animated film.  The opening title said, "Based on the Baughman Family."  There were animated characters representing my whole immediate family and my deceased dog as well.  It was a terrible representation of our family, depicting us as immoral, selfish, terrible people.  I couldn't believe that somebody would slander us so.  I began searching the internet for the screenwriter and director so that I could stop the release of this film.


Then I awoke.

Dream #436 (January 29, 2012)

Studies and ghosts?

I dreamt that I had to go back to college.  In the dream, my CLEP tests were revoked, so I still had another two semesters to complete before obtaining my Bachelor's degree.  Remedy (the place where I work) sent me back to Bethel to finish school.

When I arrived, I found that all of my classes took place in the same classroom, which looked like the living room of a middle-class home.  The room was inside of a fairly small building, which was about the size of a house.  I had five classes, most of which were general education classes.  In the dream, I went through all of the classes in seemingly real time (though each class was only about 10 minutes).  The only professor I recognized was Maralee Crandon, and she was teaching a general English course (which I felt overqualified for, though I still had fun with Maralee).  The only student I knew in any of my classes was Dori Walterhouse, with whom I talked for a while after my final class, which was Chemistry 101.  I told her that I lived in Fort Wayne and wasn't looking forward to the drive home, for it was snowing heavily outside.  She told me that I could spend the night in the Bethel classroom in which we were standing.  That sounded interesting to me.  Dori left, and everyone else had gone, so I walked over to the couch in the classroom and went to sleep.

I was awakened by a clatter.  I jumped to my feet and saw that Brittany Baughman (my brother Matt's wife) had walked and asked me to help her.  I asked for specifics, but she just motioned for me to follow her.

She led me up a flight of stairs and into a room.  In the center of the room was a dead pig, and the white walls were covered in its blood.  A teenage girl stood above the pig.  Her head was bowed and her eyes were closed, and she was mumbling some weird chant.  Brittany and I tried reviving her, but she wouldn't respond.  Then I picked up her shoulders and Brittany grabbed ahold of her feet and we carried her downstairs.

When we made it down, we heard a screech come from the basement.  We opened the door to the basement stairway and out flew hundreds of bats.  Brittany dropped her glove down the stairs and asked if I could get it for her.

I went down and found another Brittany there, pale and shivering.  I looked back up as the healthy Brittany closed the door.  Sick Brittany and I were in complete darkness.  I put my hand into the glove that I had been ordered to fetch and, using that hand, I felt about the room until I found glass.  I pulled my arm back and punched the glass as hard as I could, and I managed to bust a hole in it.

I cleared enough room in the window for me to fit through.

Then I awoke.

Dream #435 (January 27, 2012)

There were lots of crazy things going on in my head last night.


The first dream took place in a desert that was a part of a national park.  I was hiking alone up a dune when I was stabbed in the shoulder.  Dang.

I turned around and saw that I was the victim of a kid with long, nasty hair and few teeth.  He then big my leg and stole my wallet, then ran off across the desert.

I walked slowly back to the national park ranger's office and saw that the kid was being arrested by the authorities there.


Then I switched to a different dream


I was in a small, dimly lit gymnasium watching an Oregon-Davis High School basketball game.  They were doing quite poorly.  My brother and his classmates were still on the team in this dream.  After the first quarter, Zach Taylor came up to me and threw a red shirt on me (it was supposedly an alternate jersey) and told me that I was to sub into the game.

I did as he said and played an excellent game of basketball.  At half-time, I somehow lost my jersey, and when we came back out to play, the other team's coach noticed this and told the officials that I wasn't allowed to play.  Then he mentioned that he questioned whether or not I could actually play high school basketball.


Then I switched to yet another dream.


I was hiking in a jungle.  I wore a safari outfit and a huge tan backpack.  I followed a rough trail for a little while, then noticed a river that was running alongside the trail I hiked.

I bushwhacked my way through the trees and shrubs and saw the the river was a river of spaghetti sauce.  That excited me so much that I immediately dropped my backpack, took off my safari hat and hiking boots, and leaped into the sauce.

It was quite a rapid flow, and I was taken away.  I drank in the sauce as I floated, and I was very happy.  I saw several other happy people also floating down this red and chunky river.

Eventually, the river ran into another river.  This other river was made up of pumpkin coconut milk soup (which I ate for lunch yesterday, made by my cousin Molly Baughman).  I loved that soup so much and became even happier than I was in the river of spaghetti sauce.

I floated down this river for quite some time.


Then I jumped ahead in time.


I was cleaning the pumpkin coconut milk soup from my hair at a sink in a blue house (that seems familiar to me in real life, though I cannot quite remember why).  I walked out of the bathroom and saw my mom and told her that I was going into the city to have dinner with some of my friends.  She told me to have fun, and as I was getting ready to leave (I intended on biking into the city), a sudden contest took place inside of the house I was in.

A large table of random foods was placed in the center of the room.  There were dozens of contestants there, and I became one of them.  We were instructed that we had a certain amount of time to eat as much food as we could.  We were also instructed to put one shoe upon the table.  I did so (I had a blue and black Nike shoe that I don't have in real life; I'm not sure I've ever seen one like it), as did all the other contestants.  Then we were informed that for every five pieces of food we ate, a ref would put a Mexican wedding ring our shoes.  However, there was only one ref, which didn't work out too well.

The bell sounded, and everyone began to eat.  I ate a couple small rolls, some Mexican wedding rings, some thin chocolate chip cookies, then a whole carrot.  I realized that it would be to my advantage to let the ref know when I ate five things, so every fifth thing I ate, I rose my hand.  Then I found a tray of tiny strawberries.  I ate tons of these, raising my hands and shouting "Five" every five strawberries.

Shortly after this, the bell sounded, and everyone made his way back to his shoe.  I was very confidant in myself, though I regretted eating so much (since I was still planning on going out to dinner in the city with my friends).  My shoe was quite full.  I turned and looked at the other people being scored, then turned back to my shoe and noticed that it wasn't the same shoe and that it wasn't quite as full.  I turned to the guy next to me to see if he had taken it.

The man next to me was Lil Wayne.  He looked at me and showed me his shoe, which wasn't all that full and wasn't like mine.  He said he didn't know what happened to mine.

He and I were the last people in line to get scored.  I was still searching for my shoe, but nobody in line was scoring as high as what my shoe would have scored them.  Soon there were only three people in front of me.  It was then that I noticed Lil Wayne hiding my shoe behind his back.

I told him to return it to me, and he said it wasn't mine.  He said the one I had was mine.  I looked at it again and showed him the large rip in the soul that was not in my shoe.  I tried to force him to give me back my shoe.


Then I awoke.

Dream #434 (January 26, 2012)

This probably means something.


I dreamt that there was a 10-year-old boy standing alone in a tall, circular room.  The only light was a spot that was coming somewhere from 80 feet in the air.  The boy stood in the middle of the circle, holding a crumpled up piece of notebook paper filled with words written in blue ink.

I was the only other person present.  I was armed with a nice video camera, and it was my duty to record this boy.  He began reading the words he had written on the page.  I tried my best to capture the occurrence as it took place, but before the boy could finish, a reverb-heavy voice filled the room.

"Again."

The boy paused for a while, then started reading his writings from the beginning.  He was again about to finish.

"Again."

This took place numerous times, and the boy never finished.

Finally, after what felt like a hundred takes, the voice let him finish.

I looked at my camera and noticed that I had not recorded any of that take, or any of the 99 takes before it.


Then I awoke.

Dream #433 (January 25, 2012)

Dream.


I dreamt that I was helping at a Vacation Bible School at Koontz Lake Missionary Church.  There weren't all that many kids there, which is unusual for VBS at KLMC.  Jason North, a coworker of mine from RemedyLIVE, was leading worship.  I was supposed to play guitar with him and sing harmonies, so after he began playing, I rushed up onto the stage.  He began singing, "Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling..."  I scrambled through Jason's huge binder of lead sheets for worship songs that he had on the music stand in front of me until I found that song he was singing.  It wasn't until near the end of the first verse when I came in with my accompaniment.  I actually played and sang very well.

After the first verse, I went straight into the second, but Jason did not.  I was caught holding a long high note on my own, and it was quite embarrassing.  In fact, Jason was done playing and singing altogether, and he walked off the stage as I continued holding that note.

I eventually followed him and sat down next to him in a pew in the back of the sanctuary.  I asked him why he had so much music up there if he was only going to do one song.  I also asked, "How could you only do one verse of Softly and Tenderly?"

He shrugged his shoulders, and we both looked up to the screen in the front of the sanctuary as the lights dimmed.  A movie about alligators began to play.


Then I jumped ahead in time (though my memories of the VBS still remained in this dream).  I was in a trailer home with Seth Bartlette and some man in his thirties who looked like he belonged in the movies, planning 3DYC (3 District Youth Conference).  We had a big chalk board on the wall with names of bands that were attending this event, which was beginning that night.  We had just found out that two of the bands had cancelled, and we needed to find two to fill their spots.  Somehow among the bands committed to playing was Coldplay.

Anyway, we paced around, thinking.  Seth and the other guy were calling band manager after band manager.  Then I had an idea.  I thought of one of the few youth oriented bands I know, simply because of my work at Remedy.  I said, "What about Eleventyseven?"

Seth thought that was a great idea, and said they were coming close by where we were due to their ongoing tour.  He called them, and they accepted.  They had another band touring with them that also joined in, so we were all set.

I left the trailer home in an old blue car.  I drove to where the event was taking place: the dunes.  I found a great parking spot (most others were taken).  When I got out of my vehicle, I noticed a sign that informed me that the parking spot were for dog walkers only.  I looked around at the people walking dogs all about me.  Though some were glaring at me, I decided just to leave my car there, for I was in a hurry.

I ran to the water's edge and saw that the teens were there, playing games on the beach.  I decided to walk down a ways, following a rapid river.

A few minutes into my walk, I came across some odd looking people.  They were shirtless men lying in the sand.  They all had long, thick black hair with dreadlocks.  Some had bright yellow skin.  Others had dark blue skin.  They were doing nothing but breathing.

When I got close to them, they suddenly awoke.  The rapid, simultaneous movement caused such a stir that the land upon which we were standing broke off and shot down the great river.  I tried communicating with the strange men, but they spoke no English.  We tried to find a way off of our drifting island, but we could not.

Then we saw that before us was a great waterfall.  I was filled with a burst of adrenaline, and I leaped out onto the river bank safely (it was about a twenty foot jump).  I didn't want to leave my new acquaintances behind, so I scurried downstream and, thinking quickly, knocked a dead tree across the river.  I had acted just in time, for all the strangely colored men were able to leap onto the tree and climb to safety.  They walked with me back to where the youth conference was taking place.  When we got there Coldplay was playing their set.


Then I awoke.

Dream #432 (January 24, 2012)

Short.


I dreamt that I was asked to join the Oregon-Davis High School track team.  In the dream, I was out of school, but apparently the rules about eligibility had changed, allowing me to run another year.  I was quite excited.

I showed up to the track, which was full of people warming up for practice (which is unusual, for O-D seldom has a sizable track team), wearing my old track uniform atop my black spandex shirt and pants.  I was also wearing sweatpants and my L.L. Bean Snow Walkers (basically boots that are slightly closer to shoes, but not really).  I walked onto the track, and coach Lotter (my old coach), told me that he was going to time me running two miles.  Without thinking, I began running immediately.

After a rough lap and a half, I realized that I was still wearing my Snow Walkers and baggy sweatpants.  I decided then to rush off the track and change my shoes.  Well, I had trouble finding my shoes and was forced to borrow the shoes of a stranger.  I finally began running again.  After I finished the two miles, Ryan Jackson (a former classmate of mine who didn't run track) told me that I ran my first mile in seven minutes.  That included the time it took for me to change footwear, which meant that I had run fairly fast, but Coach Lotter wouldn't accept that time, regardless of what I did during it.

I sat down next to Ryan, a bit disappointed.  I chatted with him about life for a bit as other athletes were running, pole vaulting, long jumping, high jumping, hurdling, and throwing all about me.


Then I awoke.

Dream #431 (January 23, 2012)

This was kind of scary.


The dream started out fairly pleasant.  My brother Mike Baughman and I were driving around in my brand new car.  We were mostly concerned with the Google Maps GPS that was built into the car, which was indeed a neat feature.  Furthermore, to celebrate the release of the Google GPS, Best Buy was sending $50 gift packages to random addresses for people to pick up.

So, Mike and I were searching Google Maps for the specially marked addresses with Best Buy packages. We discovered that Koontz Lake Missionary Church was one of those addresses (it was highlighted in red in Google Maps).  We began heading there, but were prevented from progressing very far, for the highway upon which we were driving became congested with parked cars.  Nobody was moving.

We sat in the car, waiting.  I began to study the cars about me, and I noticed that there were no drivers or passengers in these cars; they were empty.  This worried me, for I did not know what it meant.  With caution, I stepped out of the car and began to explore my surroundings.  Mike stayed behind.

My eyes had not deceived me; the cars were indeed empty.  Then, I spotted some movement using my peripheral vision.  I turned and saw a naked man run into a nearby group of trees.

I began sensing quick bursts of movement all about me.  I ducked down and looked beneath the cars.

There were shirtless men and ruggedly clothed women crawling beneath the cars toward me.  The people had no hair, long and pointy fingernails, and jagged and gnarly teeth.  I made eye contact with one woman, and my heart compressed inside my chest.

I ran back to the car and entered it.  I told Mike what was going on, though it was unnecessary, for at that point, the crazy people had come out of stealth mode and were running at full speed toward my new car.

I slammed it into reverse and, as the Google GPS continually informed me that I should "Turn around when possible," I weaved around the parked cars behind me, spun the car around, drove across the median, and sped away in the opposite direction in which I had come.

I was cut short of a getaway, however, for the roads were blocked by more parked cars.  I had nowhere to go, and the crazy people began to rush out of the woods toward our car.  Mike and I exited the vehicle and ran to the closest building: a stone hotel that stood about sixty stories high.  As we ran inside, we witnessed other people running into the building to seek shelter.  In a way, it was comforting knowing that Mike and I weren't the only survivors.  However, I looked behind me and saw the wild people devouring some of the slower fleeing people, and it was hideous.

We made it safely inside.  After a few other people made it in, we were forced to close the doors, for the wild people were getting very close.  I noticed that several people I have known at some point in my life were there (many people from Oregon-Davis High School, and some from college). Kevin Chupp was also there, and he stayed close to Mike and me.  We began piling up desks, tables, and chairs up against the door, but it was no use.  The crazy people had already made it through the windows and were devouring my acquaintances.

Kevin, Mike, and I, among a few others, escaped to the staircase and made it up to the third floor.  The power had gone out, and it was very dark.  Then, out of the darkness, came two naked wild men, and they devoured everyone except Kevin, Mike, and me.  We escaped and ran up to the tenth floor.

We were greeted by a whole room full of crazy people, and, knowing that we would all die if nothing was done, Kevin, with a great shout, threw himself in the middle of them all and sacrificed himself for us.

Mike and I escaped and, taking no chances, ran all the way to the roof, locking the stairway behind us.

There were no crazies up there, but, when we peered over the ledge, we could see hundreds and hundreds of the monsters running at the building.  We could also hear them coming up the steps.  We were trapped.


It was then that I had a flashback.


I was working with kids at a wooded campground.  There were several hospital beds spread about the grounds.  I walked around, trying to tend to the ill kids as best I could.  A virus had wiped out many of them, a virus to which I, fortunately, was immune.  The kids got worse and worse until, after several hours, they began all having simultaneous seizures.  They lost all their hair and turned pale.


Then I flashed forward, back to the top of the hotel.  Mike and I looked at each other and knew that we had no hope of survival.


Then I awoke.