Good 'n Strange.
I dreamt that there was a community dwelling within an over-sized supermarket.
In the beginning of the dream, I entered the supermarket (and the community) through a set of automatic doors that were guarded by two talking alligators. These gators had a German accent and were a bit on the rough side. They interrogated me for quite some time, asking me about my family background, about any prophecies I had overheard or been told, and my future plans. The only reason they let me pass was because I tossed them a bag of bacon.
Once inside, I was greeted by an old blind man who told me about how a cruel ruler had risen to power in the supermarket community and was abusing his throne. He rationed the plentiful food of the market so that people barely received enough to get by. Also, more interestingly, he forced every single person to sing in a community choir.
I felt bad for the people and decided to do something about it. When I told that to the old guy, he put his hand on my chest and told me that I was the sacred one, and that he had two gifts to give me: force and flight.
He turned my right hand to stone and put in my left hand a globe-sized blue sphere with a handle on it. With my right hand I could punch through walls, and with my left hand I could defy gravity and fly about wherever I wanted.
I flew first to the massive hall where the choir was singing a classic-sounding tune. I saw young kids crying as they sang, for there were sharp metal rings around their hands and ankles. I was outraged and demanded, in a booming voice, to see the leader so that I could battle him.
He appeared in a puff of golden smoke, wearing a golden crown and a golden robe with a blue collar. He arrogantly floated to me and asked me if I would calm down and join him for tea. I said no, and he pulled out a ridiculously large sword and we battled.
Right off the bat I punched the golden man, shooting him through the wall of the hall and into the market area. I flew after him and we began an intimate fist fight. I often blocked his blade with my stone hand, but he often floated out of the way of my punches.
Finally I hit him so hard that he lost his flight ability and crashed down into a shelf full of cereal boxes. I hovered above him and told him to take his alligators and leave the community forever. He nodded and left.
After he was gone, I hovered to the ground and began eating some cereal. I found the old man who had blessed me there, and I asked him why he couldn't just grant me the ability to fly instead of making me hold onto that awkward blue sphere all the time. He replied that it was how it had to be.
After I finished snacking, I floated over to the living quarters where I found my bedroom. It was a humble room with a mattress and a blanket resting in the center. I looked in the neighbor's room and saw the Suter family there playing a game. I waived at them, but they didn't notice me.
Then I went to bed, cuddled up to my blue sphere.
Then I awoke.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
Dream #476 (October 12, 2012)
This was quite an experience, and it felt as if it lasted far longer than one night's sleep. I will summarize it the best I can.
I began the dream living with my brother Matt in my grandpa's house (though my grandpa didn't live there in my dream). I returned from work (I was a night-shift janitor, the same job of a character I created a few months ago) to find Matt in quite a bit of distress.
He showed me the contents of a package he had received in the mail. There was some sort of timer with a remote taped to it, a package of taco mix, and some confetti poppers. He then told me about a strange man who told me he planned on destroying Fort Wayne (in my dream, Fort Wayne was the size of New York City).
Just then, there was a knock on the front door. Matt answered it, and it was another man, apparently a follower of the destructive lunatic, and he handed Matt another package that read, "DO NOT OPEN."
As the man, who was wearing a purple scarf in spite of the warm weather, was trying to leave, Matt grabbed him and demanded to get an explanation. The man stayed annoyingly calm, as if he were a righteous man, and told Matt that he could get his answers on the rooftops.
Then the lunatic, who had been waiting in the black car for his scarf-wearing friend, came up to the door, and talked in riddles to Matt. Matt, at first, was trying to reason with him, attempting to get the man to give up on his quest to destroy the city. However, after several minutes of this, Matt no longer was defensive and told the men to leave, and that he didn't care to play their games.
The men left and I opened up the first package again and tried to figure out the meaning. I saw some of the ingredients that were rather unique, and I wondered if those would somehow help us stop the man. My brother pulled the package from me and, while he didn't totally shoot down my thought, he said we shouldn't even play their games. I told him we had to at least try to stop him.
He said that he didn't want to give the man the satisfaction of his cooperation. I understood where he was coming from. Even if we did solve the riddle, the man would actually allow us to stop him under his conditions.
Matt said he wanted to eat dinner, but I told him I had to "go out."
I drove immediately to the highest building in the city.
I found nobody there, but on a nearby flat-top tall building, I saw a small group of people and a large, destructive-looking machine. I parked my car in a parking garage and ran up to the top of the building, where I was greeted kindly by the lunatic.
He then went into some sort of monologue about how he had to destroy the city, to be an example to other cities. He said mankind had already begun to destroy itself, and he wanted to help nature along. While I sympathized with some of his beliefs, I pleaded for all of the lives he would destroy. I argued in favor of life itself. He said that no man was innocent, and no man deserved such life. I argued that no living thing deserves to have life, to give life, or to take life.
He then pulled out two knives and told me to tell him what I hated most. I took a second to think about it, concerning myself more with the knives than the question. He asked the question again, louder the second time, and came at me with the knives.
"Just tell me, and you won't have to worry!"
I grabbed his wrists as he went to stab me. As I fought I tried to think how to answer his question. He pulled back and went for another stab, this time penetrating my right hand. The twisted my wrist, and the knife stuck in my hand, pulling it away from my adversary. I kicked his second knife away. As he was about to come at me again, somebody called for him, and he left saying, "It is time."
I pocked the knife that he had implanted into my palm.
A crowd of people began to form on the rooftop. After about twenty minutes, the lunatic stood near me and addressed the crowd, using the same logic he used when arguing with me. He said he was going to release a poisonous gas that would cause people to deteriorate over the period of nine days.
He then said people could protect themselves using the special felt blankets that were provided. I found one near me and immediately put it over myself. Then I thought of Matt, and called him from my cell phone.
Matt answered, and I told him how he had to protect himself. Then I thought of the knife in my pocket, and I looked at how close the leader was to me. If I were to stab him in the heart, if I were to kill him, would his whole group of followers disperse? Were they all so crazy? It was worth a shot.
But could I kill a man?
I asked my brother if one life was worth thousands. Before he could answer me, my phone died.
I didn't know what to do. What if I failed? Surely I wouldn't. But could I bring myself to it.
After a couple minutes of such an internal debate, I decided I would do it. I was the only one with a weapon and with the ambition to stop this man.
I took three steps forward when a very tall woman next to me pulled out a large pistol and shot the lunatic in the back with an almost disturbing calm. I turned to her, looked up at her face, and thanked her. I told her about how I was just getting ready to stab the man, but wasn't sure if I could bring myself to it. She nodded her head, then walked away.
At that moment, the police finally showed up to catch the fleeing accomplices, including the man in the purple scarf.
Interestingly enough, the lunatic hadn't actually died. He had just been taken down. He was sitting by the street, looking as if all was well with the world. The man with the purple scarf was next to him, wearing a set of handcuffs (though the lunatic wasn't cuffed). I noticed that only one cop was there, and he didn't seem to be paying much attention. I called the police and told them they needed more personnel there, and they told me to mind my own business.
I looked back, and the lunatic was gone.
Depressed, I walked down the street to my favorite coffee shop (in my dream; I don't drink coffee in real life). I called my friend Neil Silveus and told I needed somebody to talk to.
I waited for him as I drank my black coffee and ate my danish. He didn't show up, so I left.
As I walked toward the parking garage, I heard his voice. I looked behind me and watched him as he ran up to me. I told him about my day, though I was interrupted when something caught my eye. I saw a man, who looked like the lunatic checking into a hotel across the street.
I immediately called the police, and they said they had it under control.
Frustrated, I told Neil I had to take care of things myself.
I walked across the street and entered the hotel. I asked the clerk where I could find the man who had most recently checked in. He gave me the room number and said that he must be a popular guy, which confused me at the time.
I took the wrong stairwell the first time, for it only led up to the third floor, not the fifteenth, where the man was staying. I had to go back down and enter another stairwell.
Finally I made it up. I ran to his room, not really having any sort of plan in mind. I found that his door was propped open by an ice bucket. I walked in and saw a horrific sight.
There, in front of me, was the man's the man's head, wrapped in a purple scarf. His eyes, though lifeless, were looking right at me, which still gives me chills. I looked away to protect my soul and saw the rest of his body under a broken window.
I turned and ran out of the hotel.
Then everything went black as I tried to erase the memory from my mind.
I woke up the next morning in my grandpa's house. My brother brought me the newspaper, which told about how the man had been found decapitated in his hotel room.
I went outside and walked all the way to the great bridge of Fort Wayne (that doesn't really exist). I heard somebody yell that the Danielson Ships were approaching from the other side. I wanted badly to board the Danielson Ship (Danielson has an album called Ships in real life), so I jumped into the icy water and began swimming to the other side. The water was actually warm. As I swam, all I could think of was the decapitated lunatic. I began to hyperventilate, and I started sinking. As I went under, my last glimpse of the world was a great ship, a Danielson ships, that sparkled bright blue, passing by me.
Then I awoke.
I began the dream living with my brother Matt in my grandpa's house (though my grandpa didn't live there in my dream). I returned from work (I was a night-shift janitor, the same job of a character I created a few months ago) to find Matt in quite a bit of distress.
He showed me the contents of a package he had received in the mail. There was some sort of timer with a remote taped to it, a package of taco mix, and some confetti poppers. He then told me about a strange man who told me he planned on destroying Fort Wayne (in my dream, Fort Wayne was the size of New York City).
Just then, there was a knock on the front door. Matt answered it, and it was another man, apparently a follower of the destructive lunatic, and he handed Matt another package that read, "DO NOT OPEN."
As the man, who was wearing a purple scarf in spite of the warm weather, was trying to leave, Matt grabbed him and demanded to get an explanation. The man stayed annoyingly calm, as if he were a righteous man, and told Matt that he could get his answers on the rooftops.
Then the lunatic, who had been waiting in the black car for his scarf-wearing friend, came up to the door, and talked in riddles to Matt. Matt, at first, was trying to reason with him, attempting to get the man to give up on his quest to destroy the city. However, after several minutes of this, Matt no longer was defensive and told the men to leave, and that he didn't care to play their games.
The men left and I opened up the first package again and tried to figure out the meaning. I saw some of the ingredients that were rather unique, and I wondered if those would somehow help us stop the man. My brother pulled the package from me and, while he didn't totally shoot down my thought, he said we shouldn't even play their games. I told him we had to at least try to stop him.
He said that he didn't want to give the man the satisfaction of his cooperation. I understood where he was coming from. Even if we did solve the riddle, the man would actually allow us to stop him under his conditions.
Matt said he wanted to eat dinner, but I told him I had to "go out."
I drove immediately to the highest building in the city.
I found nobody there, but on a nearby flat-top tall building, I saw a small group of people and a large, destructive-looking machine. I parked my car in a parking garage and ran up to the top of the building, where I was greeted kindly by the lunatic.
He then went into some sort of monologue about how he had to destroy the city, to be an example to other cities. He said mankind had already begun to destroy itself, and he wanted to help nature along. While I sympathized with some of his beliefs, I pleaded for all of the lives he would destroy. I argued in favor of life itself. He said that no man was innocent, and no man deserved such life. I argued that no living thing deserves to have life, to give life, or to take life.
He then pulled out two knives and told me to tell him what I hated most. I took a second to think about it, concerning myself more with the knives than the question. He asked the question again, louder the second time, and came at me with the knives.
"Just tell me, and you won't have to worry!"
I grabbed his wrists as he went to stab me. As I fought I tried to think how to answer his question. He pulled back and went for another stab, this time penetrating my right hand. The twisted my wrist, and the knife stuck in my hand, pulling it away from my adversary. I kicked his second knife away. As he was about to come at me again, somebody called for him, and he left saying, "It is time."
I pocked the knife that he had implanted into my palm.
A crowd of people began to form on the rooftop. After about twenty minutes, the lunatic stood near me and addressed the crowd, using the same logic he used when arguing with me. He said he was going to release a poisonous gas that would cause people to deteriorate over the period of nine days.
He then said people could protect themselves using the special felt blankets that were provided. I found one near me and immediately put it over myself. Then I thought of Matt, and called him from my cell phone.
Matt answered, and I told him how he had to protect himself. Then I thought of the knife in my pocket, and I looked at how close the leader was to me. If I were to stab him in the heart, if I were to kill him, would his whole group of followers disperse? Were they all so crazy? It was worth a shot.
But could I kill a man?
I asked my brother if one life was worth thousands. Before he could answer me, my phone died.
I didn't know what to do. What if I failed? Surely I wouldn't. But could I bring myself to it.
After a couple minutes of such an internal debate, I decided I would do it. I was the only one with a weapon and with the ambition to stop this man.
I took three steps forward when a very tall woman next to me pulled out a large pistol and shot the lunatic in the back with an almost disturbing calm. I turned to her, looked up at her face, and thanked her. I told her about how I was just getting ready to stab the man, but wasn't sure if I could bring myself to it. She nodded her head, then walked away.
At that moment, the police finally showed up to catch the fleeing accomplices, including the man in the purple scarf.
Interestingly enough, the lunatic hadn't actually died. He had just been taken down. He was sitting by the street, looking as if all was well with the world. The man with the purple scarf was next to him, wearing a set of handcuffs (though the lunatic wasn't cuffed). I noticed that only one cop was there, and he didn't seem to be paying much attention. I called the police and told them they needed more personnel there, and they told me to mind my own business.
I looked back, and the lunatic was gone.
Depressed, I walked down the street to my favorite coffee shop (in my dream; I don't drink coffee in real life). I called my friend Neil Silveus and told I needed somebody to talk to.
I waited for him as I drank my black coffee and ate my danish. He didn't show up, so I left.
As I walked toward the parking garage, I heard his voice. I looked behind me and watched him as he ran up to me. I told him about my day, though I was interrupted when something caught my eye. I saw a man, who looked like the lunatic checking into a hotel across the street.
I immediately called the police, and they said they had it under control.
Frustrated, I told Neil I had to take care of things myself.
I walked across the street and entered the hotel. I asked the clerk where I could find the man who had most recently checked in. He gave me the room number and said that he must be a popular guy, which confused me at the time.
I took the wrong stairwell the first time, for it only led up to the third floor, not the fifteenth, where the man was staying. I had to go back down and enter another stairwell.
Finally I made it up. I ran to his room, not really having any sort of plan in mind. I found that his door was propped open by an ice bucket. I walked in and saw a horrific sight.
There, in front of me, was the man's the man's head, wrapped in a purple scarf. His eyes, though lifeless, were looking right at me, which still gives me chills. I looked away to protect my soul and saw the rest of his body under a broken window.
I turned and ran out of the hotel.
Then everything went black as I tried to erase the memory from my mind.
I woke up the next morning in my grandpa's house. My brother brought me the newspaper, which told about how the man had been found decapitated in his hotel room.
I went outside and walked all the way to the great bridge of Fort Wayne (that doesn't really exist). I heard somebody yell that the Danielson Ships were approaching from the other side. I wanted badly to board the Danielson Ship (Danielson has an album called Ships in real life), so I jumped into the icy water and began swimming to the other side. The water was actually warm. As I swam, all I could think of was the decapitated lunatic. I began to hyperventilate, and I started sinking. As I went under, my last glimpse of the world was a great ship, a Danielson ships, that sparkled bright blue, passing by me.
Then I awoke.
Dream #475 (October 11, 2012)
This was interesting. This will be made brief, though it was a very long dream.
I dreamt that I was living at my parents' house. My dad came home, announcing he had purchased a new pet. Excited, I ran upstairs to see what it was. To my dismay I saw a disgusting green creature. It had a shape similar to a panther, put it was slimy and green, and had the most hideous of faces. When it tried to smile, it showed its decaying teeth and its purple tongue.
I wasn't sure how I could grow to love such a creature, but my dad said I had to spend time with it.
I walked it to the basement where it jumped on me and licked my face. I vomited immediately, not making the smell any worse.
Then there was a montage.
I spent more and more time with this creature, cleaning up after it, and actually cleaning the creature itself. I played with it, played music by it (like I used to do with Sadie), and wrote with it sitting next to me. As I spent more time with it, I began to love the creature more and more, for it was quite loyal. At last we were the best of friends.
Then I switched to a different dream.
I was residing in a great hotel with all of my former high school classmates from Oregon-Davis. It was some sort of overnight reunion. A bunch of partying and gaming and socializing took place that I don't really need to write down (UNO, punch, and conversation). As everyone was about to go to sleep in their separate rooms, screams began to fill the halls. I looked out and saw everyone run into the ballroom.
I followed them. I looked behind me and saw a giant tiger wearing the clothes of a man running behind me with blood in his mouth.
I sprinted faster, entered the ballroom, and slammed the door shut behind me.
Everyone gathered together. Everyone had made it there except for Nathan Ferch (my former neighbor). Erin Rosander (she is now Erin Morris) asked if he was eaten. Then Adam Konkey said no. I remembered the clothes the tiger was wearing were the same clothes Nathan was wearing that evening. Konkey went onto explain that Nathan had been cursed, and would become a man-eating tiger every night until certain unknown conditions would break the spell.
Then I heard Nathan, in tiger form, scratching at the door and whining. I looked at the crack under the door and saw a tortilla shell slide underneath with a sad face scratched out of it.
I shouted out, "Nathan!" I walked toward the door as everyone else in the room told me to stay away from it.
Adam Konkey exclaimed, "You are putting us all at risk!"
"Nathan," I continued, "no more!"
I walked out the door, greeted the lion, and embraced it.
Then I flashed forward to a hall of fame induction ceremony at the O-D gymnasium. He accepted the award and thanked me in his speech.
Apparently the curse had been broken.
I watched the pictures of him coaching basketball. In one picture I thought I saw a hint of orange fur on his face, but I must have been seeing things...
Then I awoke.
I dreamt that I was living at my parents' house. My dad came home, announcing he had purchased a new pet. Excited, I ran upstairs to see what it was. To my dismay I saw a disgusting green creature. It had a shape similar to a panther, put it was slimy and green, and had the most hideous of faces. When it tried to smile, it showed its decaying teeth and its purple tongue.
I wasn't sure how I could grow to love such a creature, but my dad said I had to spend time with it.
I walked it to the basement where it jumped on me and licked my face. I vomited immediately, not making the smell any worse.
Then there was a montage.
I spent more and more time with this creature, cleaning up after it, and actually cleaning the creature itself. I played with it, played music by it (like I used to do with Sadie), and wrote with it sitting next to me. As I spent more time with it, I began to love the creature more and more, for it was quite loyal. At last we were the best of friends.
Then I switched to a different dream.
I was residing in a great hotel with all of my former high school classmates from Oregon-Davis. It was some sort of overnight reunion. A bunch of partying and gaming and socializing took place that I don't really need to write down (UNO, punch, and conversation). As everyone was about to go to sleep in their separate rooms, screams began to fill the halls. I looked out and saw everyone run into the ballroom.
I followed them. I looked behind me and saw a giant tiger wearing the clothes of a man running behind me with blood in his mouth.
I sprinted faster, entered the ballroom, and slammed the door shut behind me.
Everyone gathered together. Everyone had made it there except for Nathan Ferch (my former neighbor). Erin Rosander (she is now Erin Morris) asked if he was eaten. Then Adam Konkey said no. I remembered the clothes the tiger was wearing were the same clothes Nathan was wearing that evening. Konkey went onto explain that Nathan had been cursed, and would become a man-eating tiger every night until certain unknown conditions would break the spell.
Then I heard Nathan, in tiger form, scratching at the door and whining. I looked at the crack under the door and saw a tortilla shell slide underneath with a sad face scratched out of it.
I shouted out, "Nathan!" I walked toward the door as everyone else in the room told me to stay away from it.
Adam Konkey exclaimed, "You are putting us all at risk!"
"Nathan," I continued, "no more!"
I walked out the door, greeted the lion, and embraced it.
Then I flashed forward to a hall of fame induction ceremony at the O-D gymnasium. He accepted the award and thanked me in his speech.
Apparently the curse had been broken.
I watched the pictures of him coaching basketball. In one picture I thought I saw a hint of orange fur on his face, but I must have been seeing things...
Then I awoke.
Monday, October 1, 2012
Dream #474 (October 1, 2012)
This was pretty insane.
I first dreamt that I was in a secret basement (that only existed in my dream) in Koontz Lake Missionary Church late in the night. I was with a bunch of gangsters, and we were playing poker.
After a few hands, we walked up to the sanctuary and I played guitar and harmonica while the rest of them used various parts of their bodies to create a rhythm section. We were really rockin' out, and as we did so, the stained glass behind us began to put on a sort of light show with the various colors of glass making up the image of a cross.
Then I awoke, only to fall back asleep.
In the next dream, I was in a jungle, wearing an old-school safari outfit, with a few other explorers. I had been instructed to explore this wild territory by my grandpa, who had given me a map of the area.
I followed the map through a thick jungle until it led to a great wooden fortress that sat atop a waterfall. My team and I climbed up the series of wooden ladders that lead to the top level of the fortress. Then we crossed a rope bridge to a walkway that crossed over the river to a special hut.
Inside this hut was a great blue diamond. I looked at it and decided not to take it, for it didn't feel right. I ordered the team to turn around and leave.
As we walked away, we heard a shriek and turned around to see that one of our company had grabbed the blue diamond. Furthermore, a great black bear, towering twenty feet tall, had grabbed him and began shredding him to pieces, tossing the bits of the man into the river. It was a hideous sight, and it struck the rest of us with a terrible fear.
The rest of the crew sprinted off toward the rope bridge, but two other great black bears leapt out of the river and grabbed them, shredding them to pieces like the other fella. I was surrounded by these creatures, all of which were now looking at me.
I tried to stay calm. I glanced behind me and noticed a short wall on the bridge that I could leap over into the water. I began creeping in that direction, but as I got there, one bear jumped toward me and flung me in the air with his powerful paw, tearing at my flesh as he did so.
I knew his other paw was coming from the other side of me to tear at me again, so I positioned my feet just right and kicked off of his paw as he swung at me, which pushed me over the wall of the bridge and into the the river.
It was deep enough that I could swim below the surface. I held my breath for a great amount of time, not daring to emerge my head even for a moment.
When I finally had to take a breath, I poked my head out just as my body tumbled over the edge of the waterfall.
As I fell, I saw one of the ladders that I had climbed to get to the top of the fortress and managed to grab ahold of it before falling the hundreds of feet to the river below me.
I hung on the ladder for a moment, catching my breath.
Then I appeared at the top of the fortress, but was wearing my usual clothing. The place appeared to be some sort of tourist attraction, and was gaudily decorated all about. I walked up the asphalt road to a group of souvenir shops and restaurants and saw an orange van that belonged to RemedyLIVE (where I worked in Fort Wayne). I entered the van and saw Geoff Cocanower, Adam Pflugshaupt (a friend from high school), and a couple other people. They were having a long jump competition inside the van.
I was up first and did a straight jump from the board (without running up to it) and jumped 13 feet. Then Geoff jumped 16' and another guy jumped 17.5', both with running starts. It was my turn next, but Adam, who was running the event, told me to wait for a minute while he did ran a quick errand. He left the van while I stretched out my legs.
I waited there for several minutes, but nobody came back. Finally, I left the van and wandered down the asphalt road until I found Asa Ennis (an old friend of mine). He ran up to me and asked me if I could drive another Remedy van up to the top of the fortress so that the rest of the visitors could load up into the van, for an evacuation of the property was taking place.
I jumped in the van and headed up. After I started, I realized that the side door was still open. I tried to brake hard so I could jump out and close it, but the brakes didn't work. The van continued to accelerate without my consent, all the way up to the top. I was speeding toward a flimsy gate that weakly attempted to prevent people from driving over the cliff that sat on the other side. I quickly grabbed the emergency brake and halted the car right before crashing into the fence. I got out of the van as people about me were applauding me.
Then I looked over and saw a great tower of water heading towards us.
Then I awoke.
I first dreamt that I was in a secret basement (that only existed in my dream) in Koontz Lake Missionary Church late in the night. I was with a bunch of gangsters, and we were playing poker.
After a few hands, we walked up to the sanctuary and I played guitar and harmonica while the rest of them used various parts of their bodies to create a rhythm section. We were really rockin' out, and as we did so, the stained glass behind us began to put on a sort of light show with the various colors of glass making up the image of a cross.
Then I awoke, only to fall back asleep.
In the next dream, I was in a jungle, wearing an old-school safari outfit, with a few other explorers. I had been instructed to explore this wild territory by my grandpa, who had given me a map of the area.
I followed the map through a thick jungle until it led to a great wooden fortress that sat atop a waterfall. My team and I climbed up the series of wooden ladders that lead to the top level of the fortress. Then we crossed a rope bridge to a walkway that crossed over the river to a special hut.
Inside this hut was a great blue diamond. I looked at it and decided not to take it, for it didn't feel right. I ordered the team to turn around and leave.
As we walked away, we heard a shriek and turned around to see that one of our company had grabbed the blue diamond. Furthermore, a great black bear, towering twenty feet tall, had grabbed him and began shredding him to pieces, tossing the bits of the man into the river. It was a hideous sight, and it struck the rest of us with a terrible fear.
The rest of the crew sprinted off toward the rope bridge, but two other great black bears leapt out of the river and grabbed them, shredding them to pieces like the other fella. I was surrounded by these creatures, all of which were now looking at me.
I tried to stay calm. I glanced behind me and noticed a short wall on the bridge that I could leap over into the water. I began creeping in that direction, but as I got there, one bear jumped toward me and flung me in the air with his powerful paw, tearing at my flesh as he did so.
I knew his other paw was coming from the other side of me to tear at me again, so I positioned my feet just right and kicked off of his paw as he swung at me, which pushed me over the wall of the bridge and into the the river.
It was deep enough that I could swim below the surface. I held my breath for a great amount of time, not daring to emerge my head even for a moment.
When I finally had to take a breath, I poked my head out just as my body tumbled over the edge of the waterfall.
As I fell, I saw one of the ladders that I had climbed to get to the top of the fortress and managed to grab ahold of it before falling the hundreds of feet to the river below me.
I hung on the ladder for a moment, catching my breath.
Then I appeared at the top of the fortress, but was wearing my usual clothing. The place appeared to be some sort of tourist attraction, and was gaudily decorated all about. I walked up the asphalt road to a group of souvenir shops and restaurants and saw an orange van that belonged to RemedyLIVE (where I worked in Fort Wayne). I entered the van and saw Geoff Cocanower, Adam Pflugshaupt (a friend from high school), and a couple other people. They were having a long jump competition inside the van.
I was up first and did a straight jump from the board (without running up to it) and jumped 13 feet. Then Geoff jumped 16' and another guy jumped 17.5', both with running starts. It was my turn next, but Adam, who was running the event, told me to wait for a minute while he did ran a quick errand. He left the van while I stretched out my legs.
I waited there for several minutes, but nobody came back. Finally, I left the van and wandered down the asphalt road until I found Asa Ennis (an old friend of mine). He ran up to me and asked me if I could drive another Remedy van up to the top of the fortress so that the rest of the visitors could load up into the van, for an evacuation of the property was taking place.
I jumped in the van and headed up. After I started, I realized that the side door was still open. I tried to brake hard so I could jump out and close it, but the brakes didn't work. The van continued to accelerate without my consent, all the way up to the top. I was speeding toward a flimsy gate that weakly attempted to prevent people from driving over the cliff that sat on the other side. I quickly grabbed the emergency brake and halted the car right before crashing into the fence. I got out of the van as people about me were applauding me.
Then I looked over and saw a great tower of water heading towards us.
Then I awoke.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Dream #473 (September 30, 2012)
I wish that I were back to blogging my dreams regularly, but I just don't have the time these days. Perhaps I will in November.
I began this dream as an extra hand on a feature film shooting in Virginia Beach. After setting up a bunch of Arri lights with 1/4 blue gels and soft diffusions in a large and fancy house, I went into a side room and relaxed with a couple other production assistants while the scene was being shot.
I sat across from a chick I knew from high school (in my dream only) and asked how things were going. Shortly after I had a seat, a gorgeous girl sat down next to me and asked a philosophical question about the value of film on this world.
Her beauty made me very nervous, and I grew very quite (something that often occurs when I'm nervous). After the chick across from me began saying some things about film that I disagreed with, I finally spoke up. Surprisingly, I didn't defend the art form as it is today. Rather, I questioned if it did more harm than good to our society. Does a good film, that causes people to ask important questions, stick with people long enough to have a lasting effect? That is a discussion for a later time.
Anyway, I began having a deep discussion with the beautiful girl next to me, and I somehow felt comfortable.
Next thing I knew, I was out in a dark green yard at midnight walking with this gal, talking about life. We sat down on a swing and looked into each other's eyes.
Suddenly, a great creature ran past us. I thought it was a large dog at first, but after passing us, it abruptly came to a stop and turned to face us. It was a mountain lion, much bigger than any mountain lion in real life. It opened its great mouth and ran right at my lady friend. I pulled her to me with little hope of survival.
Then, from behind us, a great lion, even bigger than the mountain lion, jumped over the swing and attacked the mountain lion.
The two of us watched the battle ensue for a while, then realized how much danger we were in and managed to sneak back into the house.
When we entered, we found ourselves in a great gymnasium. It must have had a 100-foot ceiling (I know that is absolutely huge, but that is what I dreamt). There the old friend from high school met us and asked us how we were doing.
Then I found myself in Koontz Lake Missionary Church wearing a nice suit. I knew then that I was marrying the woman, and that she was already with child (though I honestly didn't know how that could have happened since certain actions were not within my dream memory). I knew my dad was a bit suspicious, since the wedding happened so quickly. I didn't want him to be disappointed in me, for I had done so well staying pure, and I had been an example for others up until that point. But it was all destroyed.
I walked out of the secretary's office and headed for the front of the sanctuary as Casey (one of my piano teachers when I was a child) played the piano beautifully.
At that point, I wished that I was dreaming, but I wasn't. I couldn't have been. It was all real, and my world was all coming apart. Why couldn't such a horrible feeling be in a dream?
Then the sanctuary began to warp around me. As it blurred and re-focused, I celebrated, for I knew I was in a dream world.
Suddenly, I reappeared in the gym, in 'real' life, and I was with the young women of whom I had grown quite fond.
We began to talk about Sadie, my family's old dog that had passed away several years ago.
Then I awoke.
I began this dream as an extra hand on a feature film shooting in Virginia Beach. After setting up a bunch of Arri lights with 1/4 blue gels and soft diffusions in a large and fancy house, I went into a side room and relaxed with a couple other production assistants while the scene was being shot.
I sat across from a chick I knew from high school (in my dream only) and asked how things were going. Shortly after I had a seat, a gorgeous girl sat down next to me and asked a philosophical question about the value of film on this world.
Her beauty made me very nervous, and I grew very quite (something that often occurs when I'm nervous). After the chick across from me began saying some things about film that I disagreed with, I finally spoke up. Surprisingly, I didn't defend the art form as it is today. Rather, I questioned if it did more harm than good to our society. Does a good film, that causes people to ask important questions, stick with people long enough to have a lasting effect? That is a discussion for a later time.
Anyway, I began having a deep discussion with the beautiful girl next to me, and I somehow felt comfortable.
Next thing I knew, I was out in a dark green yard at midnight walking with this gal, talking about life. We sat down on a swing and looked into each other's eyes.
Suddenly, a great creature ran past us. I thought it was a large dog at first, but after passing us, it abruptly came to a stop and turned to face us. It was a mountain lion, much bigger than any mountain lion in real life. It opened its great mouth and ran right at my lady friend. I pulled her to me with little hope of survival.
Then, from behind us, a great lion, even bigger than the mountain lion, jumped over the swing and attacked the mountain lion.
The two of us watched the battle ensue for a while, then realized how much danger we were in and managed to sneak back into the house.
When we entered, we found ourselves in a great gymnasium. It must have had a 100-foot ceiling (I know that is absolutely huge, but that is what I dreamt). There the old friend from high school met us and asked us how we were doing.
Then I found myself in Koontz Lake Missionary Church wearing a nice suit. I knew then that I was marrying the woman, and that she was already with child (though I honestly didn't know how that could have happened since certain actions were not within my dream memory). I knew my dad was a bit suspicious, since the wedding happened so quickly. I didn't want him to be disappointed in me, for I had done so well staying pure, and I had been an example for others up until that point. But it was all destroyed.
I walked out of the secretary's office and headed for the front of the sanctuary as Casey (one of my piano teachers when I was a child) played the piano beautifully.
At that point, I wished that I was dreaming, but I wasn't. I couldn't have been. It was all real, and my world was all coming apart. Why couldn't such a horrible feeling be in a dream?
Then the sanctuary began to warp around me. As it blurred and re-focused, I celebrated, for I knew I was in a dream world.
Suddenly, I reappeared in the gym, in 'real' life, and I was with the young women of whom I had grown quite fond.
We began to talk about Sadie, my family's old dog that had passed away several years ago.
Then I awoke.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Dream #472 (September 2, 2012)
For the black lab.
In the beginning of my dream, according to my wishes, I dreamt that I was sitting by Sadie, the family dog that was buried years ago. In the dream I knew that the time remaining in her life on earth was coming to a close, and I wanted to be there when she passed. I was sitting with her in a place that resembled my parents' basement, though it had a great hole in the wall that led into a thick wooded area.
As scratched behind her ears and under her neck, I heard a man calling my name. I didn't want to leave Sadie there to die alone, so I ignored the voice. It increased in volume with every yell, yet I held my ground.
Suddenly, Matt (my older brother) ran past me wearing short black shorts, a white headband, and a red track jersey. As he took off into the woods, he shouted a goodbye to me and the dog. Moments later, dozens of other runners ran beside and over me as they made their collective way into the woods.
After this incident, the great voice shouted my name one last time in such a strong way that I could not help but leave Sadie. I took three steps up the stairs and looked back and saw my dog sprawled out on the ground, seemingly dead. I ran back over to her and found that she was only sleeping, so I went back upstairs.
I was greeted by a fat Italian man with a thick black mustache and a worn out white tank top. He told me and a host of other orphans to sit at the table, and we obeyed.
The old wooden table was filled with bits and pieces of what was once good food, but had since decreased in appearance and taste. At one end sat a larger-than-life woman in a nasty pink puffy dress, and at the other was the Italian. Once the two of them filled their plates, the orphans and I scrambled to snatch what was left. I ended up with one half of a roll and a gnarly piece of ham.
While we were eating, and with food in his mouth, the Italian glared at me and blurted out, "Your dog is dead." My heart ached. I stood up and told him that I was leaving for Ecuador, and he told me that the plane had already left.
I decided to leave anyway.
I grabbed my luggage and made my way out of the house.
Before I left, I looked for Sadie and, in her stead, I discovered several tiny black puppies running about. I then witnessed Nemo, my parents cat, trying to eat one of the puppies, and I quickly grabbed the cat by the neck and threw it across the room. I patted the little pup on the head and left.
I hopped on a turquoise-colored train that was suspended in the air. It traveled at great speeds through a vortex of swirling green and purple lights, through a deep black abyss, then out into a saturated field of green grass. I hoped off near a grove of trees and decided to use the airport restroom (the airport was as all outdoor airport, and each toilet was sheltered only by a short tree).
I couldn't find a clean toilet to utilize, so I grabbed some toilet paper so that I could wipe off one of the seats. After grabbing hold of it, though, I looked at my hand and noticed that it was covered in a light reddish-brown odorous matter. I worked hard not to throw up and found new paper with which I cleaned the seat.
After doing my business, I looked at a clock that was hanging from a tree and noticed that my flight was scheduled to leave in a matter of seconds. I rushed over to where the planes were loading and was relieved to discover that the clock I had seen was off significantly.
I was greeted, then, by my friend Jon Ayee, who took a look at my tiny luggage bag and asked me if that was all I planned on taking to Ecuador. I opened it up and found only two changes of clothes and a turkey sandwich. He laughed, but I panicked. I was planning on spending six weeks in Ecuador, and I was surely not outfitted for that amount of time.
I searched for a phone so that I could call somebody to have them bring me more stuff. I was successful, but I had no change on me.
Then I awoke.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Dream #471 (August 30, 2012)
This was rather odd.
I dreamt that I was visiting a high school running track with my brother Matt. I was stretching a bit, getting ready to see how I could do on the track against my brother. We decided to run three miles to see who would be faster. When we began to race, I rushed into an all-out sprint. Apparently I had forgotten the distance we had intended to run. After a 50 second 400 meter run, I realized what I had done, and I stopped after another 100 meters.
Matt soon passed me up, and I tried to get him to stop and realize my mistake, but he just kept on going. I decided I was done, so I went home as he continued running.
When I arrived at my parents house, I realized I still had a store of energy within me, and I was quite hyper as I went about the house doing chores.
As I was folding my clothes, I found an old practice jersey from high school basketball and put it on. After doing so, Matt and my other brother Mike walked in. I asked Matt how his run was, and he said it was great. I told him I wished I could have joined him.
We then walked into the kitchen where my mother had left a great feast cooking unattended. We panicked and began flipping, turning, and churning all the food we saw (fettuccine alfredo, spaghetti, toast, eggs, turkey, potatoes, and pumpkin pie). It was very messy, and the floor was quickly covered in all kinds of goodies.
Our chaos was soon interrupted by a weird baby that crawled into the room. There was something amiss about this child, and we didn't know what to do with it. Matt, Mike, and I took it into my bedroom (which was painted blue with blue carpet like it once was) and began to bottle feed him.
Suddenly, the baby began to grow at a rapid speed. Before long he was taller than I (I keep wanting to call him 'it' because babies are 'its' to me), and I began to grow afraid. He then embraced me tightly and painfully as he burst out with a deep and sinister laugh.
I turned and looked into the mirror as this happened, and I saw mysel turn into Paul Simon. The oversized infant finally released me, and I ran into the basement. He followed me clumsily, yet rapidly.
I found a young teenage girl there tied to a chair. As I stood there, too dumbfounded to help her, the baby grabbed me and forced me out of the basement, locking himself in there with the girl.
I ran out of the house and tried to find some authority. I was unable, so I went back to the house, grabbed an axe, and cut down the basement door.
I ran downstairs and found the girl in terrible shape. She was swollen and was missing limbs and had severe scratches all over her body. She looked at me and howled the most dreadful howl I've ever heard. Then the baby appeared out of the darkness with a match. He proceeded to light himself one fire.
Because the basement had been soaked in gasoline (I could smell it), the flames spread throughout the house in a matter of seconds. I ran upstairs and out the door to safety.
For some reason, though the dream didn't shift or change setting, I completely disregarded everything that had previously happened (I was still in the likeness of Paul Simon, by the way).
I walked over to my car and drove to a shipyard/waterpark that was on the outskirts of a port city. There was a large fire tower there and, because I had many fond memories of fire towers, I walked up to the top.
When I made it, I found a large line there. After a bit of investigation, I saw that a man was auctioning off a bunch of Super Nintendo games. I finally, after a few minutes, made it to the front of the line and was able to ask the man where the games and the counsel originated. He informed me that they were salvaged from a very recent house fire.
After asking him the location of the house, I discovered that these games had come from my recently demolished home. I told him this, and he apologized profusely for selling what was mine, so he introduced me to his video game collection and told me to take any game that I used to own.
I went through and found the following games: Donkey Kong Country, Donkey Kong Country 3, Earth Worm Jim 2, Supet Mario Bros., Super Mario Kart, Top Gear 2, Aladin, The Lion King, Batman and Robin (which I had borrowed from Jeff Kreider for years), and Zelda (the Gameboy game with the Super Nintendo adapter borrowed from my neighbor Nathan Ferch),.
Then I awoke.
I dreamt that I was visiting a high school running track with my brother Matt. I was stretching a bit, getting ready to see how I could do on the track against my brother. We decided to run three miles to see who would be faster. When we began to race, I rushed into an all-out sprint. Apparently I had forgotten the distance we had intended to run. After a 50 second 400 meter run, I realized what I had done, and I stopped after another 100 meters.
Matt soon passed me up, and I tried to get him to stop and realize my mistake, but he just kept on going. I decided I was done, so I went home as he continued running.
When I arrived at my parents house, I realized I still had a store of energy within me, and I was quite hyper as I went about the house doing chores.
As I was folding my clothes, I found an old practice jersey from high school basketball and put it on. After doing so, Matt and my other brother Mike walked in. I asked Matt how his run was, and he said it was great. I told him I wished I could have joined him.
We then walked into the kitchen where my mother had left a great feast cooking unattended. We panicked and began flipping, turning, and churning all the food we saw (fettuccine alfredo, spaghetti, toast, eggs, turkey, potatoes, and pumpkin pie). It was very messy, and the floor was quickly covered in all kinds of goodies.
Our chaos was soon interrupted by a weird baby that crawled into the room. There was something amiss about this child, and we didn't know what to do with it. Matt, Mike, and I took it into my bedroom (which was painted blue with blue carpet like it once was) and began to bottle feed him.
Suddenly, the baby began to grow at a rapid speed. Before long he was taller than I (I keep wanting to call him 'it' because babies are 'its' to me), and I began to grow afraid. He then embraced me tightly and painfully as he burst out with a deep and sinister laugh.
I turned and looked into the mirror as this happened, and I saw mysel turn into Paul Simon. The oversized infant finally released me, and I ran into the basement. He followed me clumsily, yet rapidly.
I found a young teenage girl there tied to a chair. As I stood there, too dumbfounded to help her, the baby grabbed me and forced me out of the basement, locking himself in there with the girl.
I ran out of the house and tried to find some authority. I was unable, so I went back to the house, grabbed an axe, and cut down the basement door.
I ran downstairs and found the girl in terrible shape. She was swollen and was missing limbs and had severe scratches all over her body. She looked at me and howled the most dreadful howl I've ever heard. Then the baby appeared out of the darkness with a match. He proceeded to light himself one fire.
Because the basement had been soaked in gasoline (I could smell it), the flames spread throughout the house in a matter of seconds. I ran upstairs and out the door to safety.
For some reason, though the dream didn't shift or change setting, I completely disregarded everything that had previously happened (I was still in the likeness of Paul Simon, by the way).
I walked over to my car and drove to a shipyard/waterpark that was on the outskirts of a port city. There was a large fire tower there and, because I had many fond memories of fire towers, I walked up to the top.
When I made it, I found a large line there. After a bit of investigation, I saw that a man was auctioning off a bunch of Super Nintendo games. I finally, after a few minutes, made it to the front of the line and was able to ask the man where the games and the counsel originated. He informed me that they were salvaged from a very recent house fire.
After asking him the location of the house, I discovered that these games had come from my recently demolished home. I told him this, and he apologized profusely for selling what was mine, so he introduced me to his video game collection and told me to take any game that I used to own.
I went through and found the following games: Donkey Kong Country, Donkey Kong Country 3, Earth Worm Jim 2, Supet Mario Bros., Super Mario Kart, Top Gear 2, Aladin, The Lion King, Batman and Robin (which I had borrowed from Jeff Kreider for years), and Zelda (the Gameboy game with the Super Nintendo adapter borrowed from my neighbor Nathan Ferch),.
Then I awoke.
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