Dream #441 (March 30, 2012)

I should have kept this up to date.  There was as dream I didn't record a few weeks ago in which I saved James Earl Jones from a mental institution where a bunch of women made him appear to be insane.  I busted him out.  Anyway.

Last night I dreamt that I was visiting some city in Virginia.  There was a very nice and very large road that ran through it, though no cars traveled upon it.  There was a thick fog that only allowed me to see about forty feet in front of me at any given time.  I was walking on a wide sidewalk to one side of the street.

After I arrived at my destination (Nathan Ferch's house; Nathan used to be my neighbor and classmate in Koontz Lake, Indiana, and we played basketball together, and when I say together, I mean he was awesome and I watched from the bench, which was entertaining), I began preparing for a run.  Morgan, Nathan's younger sister who in my dream was also married, came out of her house (she, in the dream, lived across the street from Nathan) and spoke to me for a little while.  When I finished stretching, I took off and ran three miles in the fog.

Upon my return, I started doing some crazy, ballerina-type stretches and was actually quite good at them.  I did them up and down the street.  I then realized that I needed to use the restroom, so I found a port-a-John and entered.  For some reason, it took me a long time to get everything out of my system.  In the process, I heard several people outside the door complaining.

When I was finally finished, I found Liz Ebert, Breanna Lebsack, and Gabrielle Davison (friends of mine from Regent University) all waiting outside.  When they realized it was I who made them wait, they were quite forgiving and they wanted to talk to me to see how things were going.  For some reason, they preferred to have the conversation inside of the port-a-John, so we all crammed inside and began talking about life.  When the conversation was over, we exited the tight space (except for Liz) and went our separate ways.  Breanna began to run away and Gabrielle skipped and twirled as she left.

I walked.

When I arrived again at Nathan and his wife's apartment, they welcomed me in and fed me puppy chow (chocolate-and-peanut-butter-and-powdered-sugar-covered Chex) and played three-way chess with me in their living room.

Nathan got up and made us milkshakes.

Then I awoke.

Dream #440 (March 2, 2012)

Here we go again.

Last night I was visiting (in my dream) the home of Reed and Jess Lyons (two friends of mine).  They lived in a house that resembled slightly the apartment in South Bend where my brother (Matt Baughman) and his wife (Brittany) lived for a while a few years back.

Interestingly enough, Matt was there as well.  He surprised me because I had no idea that he was visiting from Moses Lake, Washington.  He said he'd be in the area for a week, which disappointed me because I was planning on visiting Virginia Beach in a couple days (which is true in real life as well).  Jess' sister, Ben Smith, and his wife Jen were also visiting.

We dined together.  We ate as traditional Japanese eat (both in posture and in menu).  After the tasty meal, we decided to go outside and toss a football around for a while.

As we played, we all decided to see The Office (the NBC sitcom) live.  Apparently in my dream, The Office always held a theater performance of the latest episode the day before it aired.  It was held in the L.A. Lakers stadium and thousands of people attended every week.  We somehow got seats right next to the floor.  When they announced the cast, they all came running out.  Toby and Jim (two characters from the show played by Paul Lieberstein and John Krasinski) run right by us and shook hands with Ben and me, and Jim told me he liked my sense of humor (though I'm not sure how he judged me).  Then the show began with Dwight (another character) running about the stadium with a posse of clowns running behind him.

Then Jess asked me if I wanted to sit up in the balcony.  I said that would be interesting.  When we got up there, she told me why she wanted to go up there: she had a light bulb that she wanted to throw into the stadium.  For some reason she thought it would be hilarious; I thought it would be a bit dangerous.  She waited a couple minutes, then persuaded me to chuck the light bulb down below.  I didn't quite make it into the center of the stadium, and we heard expletives come from somebody below us.  Jess laughed for a while, until she and I realized that there was somebody else in the balcony (we thought we were the only ones there) who had seen what we had done.

Because I was the one who threw the bulb, I took off sprinting, and the man, who was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt, took off after me.  I ran down several aisles, then through stadium hallways, then into a hotel that was connected to the stadium.  I tried entering into a stranger's room to hide, for the door was open, but I found a teenage girl in there, and I didn't want to make myself look like a worse person than the man already viewed me as, so I decided to find another hiding space.

I finally found an empty room and hid in the bathroom.

Then I awoke.

Dream #439 (March 1, 2012)

Well, here is the first of March.


In my dream, like in real life, I was residing in my grandfather's house.  However, unlike reality, the house was located in the Northwest and it was a resort at which I was living temporarily while working at a conference (conVERGE conference to be exact).  The room in which I was staying was, in real life, the cellar.

I woke up from a nap and met with my brother Mike Baughman, Chase the Ace (video host at Remedy), and Tim Johnson (works at Remedy occasionally, though I know him through Prairie Camp).  Chase and Tim asked Mike and I if we would be interested in joining them on their vacation (that they were apparently taking together).  They were staying in a cabin in the Blue Ridge Mountains.  Right at that moment, my imagination led me to a view of a map with a red line drawn from the resort to the cabin (like a movie transition).  I then imagined hiking with Tim, Chase, and Mike along beautiful trails, biking on the side of a cliff, and cooking in the cabin.  I then jolted back to the dream reality and looked at Chase and Tim and thought they didn't look much like hikers, bikers, or cookers, so I talked to Mike privately, who convinced me that it really would be fun.

We accepted Chase's offer, and I proceeded to leave their company to join Dave, Carrie, and Stella Badertscher, Seth Bartlette, and Derry Prenkert.  Dave and Carrie were talking about how they were moving to Fort Wayne.  I was kind of excited, but a bit sad, because in the dream I was planning on moving away from Fort Wayne at that time.  I told Carrie of a couple houses that were available.  One of them was "across the street from Neil Silveus," (a friend of mine who doesn't live in Fort Wayne).  However, Carrie said that she needed to live closer to Dave's place of work, for they were planning on having only one vehicle.


Then I awoke.

Dream #438 (February 29, 2012)

Leap Day dream.


I dreamt that I was a teacher at some weird alternative school.  I taught an "activity" class alongside former high school classmates Shawn Niles and BJ Woods (whom I haven't seen for quite some time).  Our classroom was inside of a tree-house that was built on an enormous redwood tree amidst an enormous redwood forest.  We had many activities going on simultaneously: a Nerf war, finger painting, parachute games, sidewalk chalk drawing, and paper mache sculpting.  After several minutes of this strenuous activity, Shawn, BJ, and I walked out onto the porch of the tree-house and took a 'smoke break.'

As we discussed our plans for the next class, Caitlin Geeslin came running onto the porch from inside the tree-house.  She leaped toward us, and hit me as was landing.  She informed me that she had just covered a very interesting story about some old photographer for a big magazine, and I told her that was exciting.  Then she asked if she could interview the three of us about our alternate form of teaching.

Before I could answer, I fell from the porch into a red sports car.  I crawled out of it and discovered that I had fallen like a meteor into the Koontz Lake Missionary Church parking lot.  I saw my dad preaching a sermon right there on the asphalt.


Then I awoke.

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.