Perhaps this could be a reality TV show.
I dreamt that I was selected to be on a show entitled Celebrity Prisoner in which D-List celebrities (somehow I was a celebrity in my dream) were put in a prison built specifically for the show. The show was to be taped over the course of several months. I had never heard of any of the other celebrities except for Mike Tyson.
As much as I loathe reality television, I thought it could be a lot of fun to get paid to be a prisoner (I'm not sure how that seemed fun to me), so I accepted the role and went to prison. One of my cellmates was a tall and muscular guy and the other was a tall and lanky fella. I befriended them immediately and we all decided that we would spend the majority of the show trying to break out of prison. We thought it would add good entertainment value and be genuinely fun.
After a couple weeks I was the first to discover a flaw in the prison set. On one of the walls of the recreation center, behind a couple matts, was some wiring that jutted out the wall. I started pulling on the wire, which ripped a 3-foot hole in the wall, revealing a large hallow space beyond it. I covered it up and informed my cellmates of my discovery that night at bedtime.
The next day, the three of us went to the rec room. My cellmates provided a distraction (they acted as if they were feuding) whilst I slipped into the hole to explore the darkness. I soon discovered a tunnel. I walked through it for about a quarter of a mile, and I ended up on a mountain by a beach. I ran back quickly to find my cellmates, but unfortunately only the lanky one was there (the other had been taken to a solitary room). Lanky joined me and we walked out onto the beach together.
We saw a couple snowmobiles riding out on the water (defying gravity, etc.). I parted ways with Lanky. He stayed on the beach and I went into town to enjoy my newfound freedom.
My first stop was the library. Unfortunately the prisoners from Celebrity Prisoner had been brought there for a field trip (except my muscular roommate, who was still in solitary confinement). Instead of fleeing the scene, though, I thought I would try to get on camera without being caught by the prison guards. As the prisoners filed through the aisles, I would pop my head around them every once in a while, hoping to jut my way into a shot.
At last I made eye contact with one of the camera operators.
Then I awoke.
Monday, February 23, 2015
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Dream #532 (January 28, 2015) Kindergarten Again
I often return to school in my dreams.
I got a call from Oregon-Davis Jr./Sr. High School. A woman informed me that there were no known records of me ever passing kindergarten and that I had to return to school to complete it in order for the rest of my schooling to count. In this dreamed I had my own little house and a dog.
I drove over to the school (which looks absolutely nothing like it does in the real world) and talked with the principal. She enrolled me and soon enough I was in class playing with homemade Playdough made from peanut butter (such a thing actually exists). I sang songs with the other kids in the class, learned about colors, and had plenty of play time.
Even though I enjoyed it quite a bit, I realized that I wouldn't have time to go to school every day and work. I had a meeting with the principal and told her as much and she said she could meet with me again the next day, so I went back to class.
A giant game of hide-and-seek then took place. In the dream, the kindergarteners had their own little building, so the whole place was fair game for hiding. I went through several corridors and found an empty classroom where I hid for quite a while.
After a bit I became bored and decided to explore the room. I pulled out some of the worksheets about letters and numbers and studied them briefly. Then I found the crayons and watercolors and started working with them.
Suddenly the P.E. teacher caught me playing with the toys I wasn't supposed to play with during hide and seek and she dragged me to the principal's office. The principal then told me that there was no way around me redoing kindergarten if I wanted to keep my high school and college diplomas. The only compromise they could make was that I put in 80 hours of kindergarten in two weeks.
Then I realized that I didn't even need either diploma, and my degree is useless for what I do, so I told her that I didn't care and I walked out.
I went home to my dog, a breed with which I'm not familiar in the real world. He was brown.
Then I awoke.
Friday, January 9, 2015
Dream #531 (January 10, 2015)
I've missed a lot of good dreams.
I parked my gold Buick LeSabre in the indoor parking lot of Megaplay (an arcade in Mishawaka, IN, though it looks nothing like what it did in my dream, and there is certainly not an indoor parking lot). The arcade was massive and slick. There were two stories of arcade games that one could see in any standard arcade (though they were a bit more awesome with many more lights and flashy things).
In the start of the dream, the place was looking like it would close its doors for good at any point. People weren't interested in arcades at all, so it was a lonely and depressing place. Accompanied only by the owner of Megaplay (who resembled the real-life owner of a Chik-fil-a in Fort Wayne, IN), I played some ski ball, as well as a few rounds of pinball and a round of X-Men. I saw a group of teenagers enter and I walked over to them. I began to pretend like playing arcade games was the coolest thing ever. I began jumping about and hollering. Then I started a chant (I wish I could remember the words), and all the teens joined in. I wasn't sure if they were mocking me or actually sincerely pumped about the arcade.
I soon left and drove home.
Several months, maybe even more than a year passed in my dream. I received an invitation in the mail stating that I was invited to stay overnight at Megaplay. I was surprised that the place hadn't shut down yet, so I decided to go.
When I arrived (I was wearing a suit and tie for some reason; I think I was perhaps a successful businessman at this point in my life in my dream), all the indoor parking was full, so I parked down by a river that ran right behind the establishment. There were dozens of RV's and campers parked in the back, and people were grilling, playing frisbee, and fishing. I walked inside and found the owner. He came up to me and patted me on the back, thanking me for "getting the young people excited about arcading." But then and brought me closer to him and whispered to me, "but the gangs have gotten a bit out of control."
As if on cue a group of rough looking fellas all wearing matching bandanas (some carrying guns, others carrying baseball bats) entered and began trashing random vehicles parked in the arcade. They all gathered around me and began spitting at me and mocking my appearance. They also insulted the owner, who simply put up with it and did everything asked of him (including standing on his head for a minute). Then they proceeded to play some arcades, though some took to climbing the machines and dangling from the balcony.
Shortly after that, a group of teens wearing blue bandanas entered and started shouting out insults to the red bandana teens. Things escalated, and several fist and knife fights broke out.
I fled to the outdoors. Apparently the gangs had blocked all the exits (the outdoor camping area was all fenced in), so I was unable to leave. I grabbed my sleeping bag out of my car and found a place to hide (I didn't feel safe in my car). I slept in the hollow of a tree.
The next morning I awoke to a grey twilight and a thick fog. I immediately tried to find my car to see if it had been damaged, but it was nowhere to be found. After wandering about in the fog for quite a while, I ran into a fisherman who told me some of the history of the Megaplay gang violence. I also discovered that Megaplay was the center of the city of Mishawaka and had somehow taken judicial power over the area. It was weird.
After the chat I found that my car was nearby. I entered it, started it, and pulled out of the parking spot.
Suddenly two blue bandana boys jumped out of a tree onto my car, each armed with a baseball bat. I jumped out of my car.
Then I awoke.
I parked my gold Buick LeSabre in the indoor parking lot of Megaplay (an arcade in Mishawaka, IN, though it looks nothing like what it did in my dream, and there is certainly not an indoor parking lot). The arcade was massive and slick. There were two stories of arcade games that one could see in any standard arcade (though they were a bit more awesome with many more lights and flashy things).
In the start of the dream, the place was looking like it would close its doors for good at any point. People weren't interested in arcades at all, so it was a lonely and depressing place. Accompanied only by the owner of Megaplay (who resembled the real-life owner of a Chik-fil-a in Fort Wayne, IN), I played some ski ball, as well as a few rounds of pinball and a round of X-Men. I saw a group of teenagers enter and I walked over to them. I began to pretend like playing arcade games was the coolest thing ever. I began jumping about and hollering. Then I started a chant (I wish I could remember the words), and all the teens joined in. I wasn't sure if they were mocking me or actually sincerely pumped about the arcade.
I soon left and drove home.
Several months, maybe even more than a year passed in my dream. I received an invitation in the mail stating that I was invited to stay overnight at Megaplay. I was surprised that the place hadn't shut down yet, so I decided to go.
When I arrived (I was wearing a suit and tie for some reason; I think I was perhaps a successful businessman at this point in my life in my dream), all the indoor parking was full, so I parked down by a river that ran right behind the establishment. There were dozens of RV's and campers parked in the back, and people were grilling, playing frisbee, and fishing. I walked inside and found the owner. He came up to me and patted me on the back, thanking me for "getting the young people excited about arcading." But then and brought me closer to him and whispered to me, "but the gangs have gotten a bit out of control."
As if on cue a group of rough looking fellas all wearing matching bandanas (some carrying guns, others carrying baseball bats) entered and began trashing random vehicles parked in the arcade. They all gathered around me and began spitting at me and mocking my appearance. They also insulted the owner, who simply put up with it and did everything asked of him (including standing on his head for a minute). Then they proceeded to play some arcades, though some took to climbing the machines and dangling from the balcony.
Shortly after that, a group of teens wearing blue bandanas entered and started shouting out insults to the red bandana teens. Things escalated, and several fist and knife fights broke out.
I fled to the outdoors. Apparently the gangs had blocked all the exits (the outdoor camping area was all fenced in), so I was unable to leave. I grabbed my sleeping bag out of my car and found a place to hide (I didn't feel safe in my car). I slept in the hollow of a tree.
The next morning I awoke to a grey twilight and a thick fog. I immediately tried to find my car to see if it had been damaged, but it was nowhere to be found. After wandering about in the fog for quite a while, I ran into a fisherman who told me some of the history of the Megaplay gang violence. I also discovered that Megaplay was the center of the city of Mishawaka and had somehow taken judicial power over the area. It was weird.
After the chat I found that my car was nearby. I entered it, started it, and pulled out of the parking spot.
Suddenly two blue bandana boys jumped out of a tree onto my car, each armed with a baseball bat. I jumped out of my car.
Then I awoke.
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Dream #530 (November 16, 2014) Houndmouth, Invisibility, Gypsies, Germans
Crazy/fun.
I was a gypsy.
My band of gypsies was unique (though I'm sure most are). Each of us had a food truck that we lived in and occasionally sold food out of. I sold gyros out of my truck, though it wasn't noticeable on the inside, because it had the interior of a comfortable living room. The food trucks of my band of gypsies were constantly moving, but at an incredibly slow rate, never speeding up or slowing down. We were somewhere in the middle of Ohio.
I was reading a book in my food truck, reclining in a chair for quite a while. A knock on the window of my truck motivated me to get up and sell the customer a gyro. I then left the truck and walked alongside it for a while.
After a few minutes, Houndmouth's tour van approached the gypsy line and parked near my truck. I ran over and greeted Matt, Katie, Zak, Shane, and Jason as they stepped out of the van. They told me how well their tour was going, and that they had been working on some special drug concoction that they wanted to show me. I invited them into my truck and they brought along some of their experimental devices.
Inside my living room, Matt and Katie started pouring chemicals into a vile. Then they had Jason (their manager) test the chemical. He immediately became invisible.
We all celebrated the new discovery, then Zak injected Jason with some other chemical and he became visible again. I was impressed. Then Houndmouth had to leave so they could make their next show on time, so I bid them farewell.
Shortly after that, two violent Germans (one woman and one man) broke into my food truck and demanded that I share with them the secrets of invisibility so they could use it for some upcoming war they were plotting. I acted as if they were lunatics and forced them out of my truck. As my vehicle kept rolling, I noticed that they were following me in the woods that ran parallel to the road. They thought they were sneaky.
When we neared the next town, I decided to get out of my truck and explore a bit. I jogged to a place where a concert was being held. As I got nearer, I realized that it was the Eels (one of my favorite bands). As E was finishing his set, I walked up on stage to thank him for years of good music. However, to my dismay, after finishing his encore, E walked up to me joined by the Germans. He demanded that I tell him the key to invisibility, so I ran away.
When I returned to my truck, I found that it had been ransacked. I was frustrated and infuriated, so I decided to take on the Germans head on, though I decided to warn Houndmouth first. I hopped out of my truck and pulled a moped from the back of it and sputtered my way down the highway until I miraculously caught up with Houndmouth. I signaled for Jason to roll down his window and I warned him of the Germans. He gave me a 'thumbs up' and I pulled off the road into a graveyard to turn around. However, my moped ran out of gas, so I was stuck there. I walked toward the entrance of the graveyard and found the Germans there waiting for me. I began to argue with them about their motives of war. It actually seemed like I was beginning to persuade them.
Then I awoke.
I was a gypsy.
My band of gypsies was unique (though I'm sure most are). Each of us had a food truck that we lived in and occasionally sold food out of. I sold gyros out of my truck, though it wasn't noticeable on the inside, because it had the interior of a comfortable living room. The food trucks of my band of gypsies were constantly moving, but at an incredibly slow rate, never speeding up or slowing down. We were somewhere in the middle of Ohio.
I was reading a book in my food truck, reclining in a chair for quite a while. A knock on the window of my truck motivated me to get up and sell the customer a gyro. I then left the truck and walked alongside it for a while.
After a few minutes, Houndmouth's tour van approached the gypsy line and parked near my truck. I ran over and greeted Matt, Katie, Zak, Shane, and Jason as they stepped out of the van. They told me how well their tour was going, and that they had been working on some special drug concoction that they wanted to show me. I invited them into my truck and they brought along some of their experimental devices.
Inside my living room, Matt and Katie started pouring chemicals into a vile. Then they had Jason (their manager) test the chemical. He immediately became invisible.
We all celebrated the new discovery, then Zak injected Jason with some other chemical and he became visible again. I was impressed. Then Houndmouth had to leave so they could make their next show on time, so I bid them farewell.
Shortly after that, two violent Germans (one woman and one man) broke into my food truck and demanded that I share with them the secrets of invisibility so they could use it for some upcoming war they were plotting. I acted as if they were lunatics and forced them out of my truck. As my vehicle kept rolling, I noticed that they were following me in the woods that ran parallel to the road. They thought they were sneaky.
When we neared the next town, I decided to get out of my truck and explore a bit. I jogged to a place where a concert was being held. As I got nearer, I realized that it was the Eels (one of my favorite bands). As E was finishing his set, I walked up on stage to thank him for years of good music. However, to my dismay, after finishing his encore, E walked up to me joined by the Germans. He demanded that I tell him the key to invisibility, so I ran away.
When I returned to my truck, I found that it had been ransacked. I was frustrated and infuriated, so I decided to take on the Germans head on, though I decided to warn Houndmouth first. I hopped out of my truck and pulled a moped from the back of it and sputtered my way down the highway until I miraculously caught up with Houndmouth. I signaled for Jason to roll down his window and I warned him of the Germans. He gave me a 'thumbs up' and I pulled off the road into a graveyard to turn around. However, my moped ran out of gas, so I was stuck there. I walked toward the entrance of the graveyard and found the Germans there waiting for me. I began to argue with them about their motives of war. It actually seemed like I was beginning to persuade them.
Then I awoke.
Friday, November 14, 2014
Dream #529 (November 14, 2014) Large Wedding, Volcano, PooShower
Well.
I dreamt that I was shooting a wedding video at California Road Missionary Church (which is the church I attended in early elementary school). The bridal party was unbelievably enormous. I recorded the groomsmen (there were over fifty) as they put on their suits and ties and prepared for the groom's 'big day.' Once they were all ready, they joined with the bridesmaids and formed a never-ending conga line and danced about for a long time.
At this point I was shooting with a Steadicam rig, running alongside the conga line trying to get some interesting shots. I ran into my friend Shana Beers, and she asked if she could run along with me and watch me work. I agreed, and soon after she asked if she could try operating the camera, so I took the heavy rig off and put it on her. She did really well for a while, surprisingly, but she removed one of the pieces of the camera and threw the whole setup off balance. She decided that after that it was a good time for me to take over. I had a tough time rebalancing, but I figured it out in time to follow the conga line into the sanctuary.
The rest of the wedding was pretty typical.
After the ceremony, I returned to my home inside of a volcano. I lived there with Kevin Chupp, Katie Weakland (former science professor at Bethel College), Seth Bartlette, and Alik Hall. When I returned, Kevin told me that I needed to hurry up and shower because we were going to some fancy ball. I got my towel and some clean clothes and headed to the bathroom, but the shower was being used by Alik. I sat and waited for him, but then Seth jumped in the shower in front of me, so I had to wait some more. I went over to Kaitie's desk (she didn't live there casually; it was part of some research she was doing, unlike the rest of us) and asked her how the volcano was doing. She told me an eruption was bound to take place, but she didn't seem to be too worried. I asked her why and she said we were in the safest place.
Finally Seth was out of the shower, but Kevin jumped in ahead of me, so I waited some more.
After a bit, I started to hear him yell, so I ran in to see what was wrong.
By the way, the layout of our home in the volcano was very cool. The rooms were large with tall ceilings, and there were molten rivers running through most of them, as well as a few cool streams. There were aqueducts in the 'basemen' and some other cool architecture.
Anyway, when I found Kevin, he was dumping out buckets of poop from the shower. Apparently enormous turds were emerging from the drain at a frighteningly rapid pace, and Kevin couldn't dispose of them as quickly as he needed to. I got in there and helped him out, calling for Seth and Alik to join us. They came in and watched, but didn't lend a hand in the task. Of course Kevin and I were filthy.
I went to one of the rivers and dipped my body in to clean off. I looked over and saw that Katie had been joined by a man in a suit and hardhat. He pulled a lever and all the lights went red and an alarm sounded. The volcano began to erupt.
I crawled out of the river and ran about trying to gather a few of my belongings, but Katie told me it was of no use, so I settled down and found a chair to sit in as I witnessed the chaos under the mountain.
I soon awoke.
I dreamt that I was shooting a wedding video at California Road Missionary Church (which is the church I attended in early elementary school). The bridal party was unbelievably enormous. I recorded the groomsmen (there were over fifty) as they put on their suits and ties and prepared for the groom's 'big day.' Once they were all ready, they joined with the bridesmaids and formed a never-ending conga line and danced about for a long time.
At this point I was shooting with a Steadicam rig, running alongside the conga line trying to get some interesting shots. I ran into my friend Shana Beers, and she asked if she could run along with me and watch me work. I agreed, and soon after she asked if she could try operating the camera, so I took the heavy rig off and put it on her. She did really well for a while, surprisingly, but she removed one of the pieces of the camera and threw the whole setup off balance. She decided that after that it was a good time for me to take over. I had a tough time rebalancing, but I figured it out in time to follow the conga line into the sanctuary.
The rest of the wedding was pretty typical.
After the ceremony, I returned to my home inside of a volcano. I lived there with Kevin Chupp, Katie Weakland (former science professor at Bethel College), Seth Bartlette, and Alik Hall. When I returned, Kevin told me that I needed to hurry up and shower because we were going to some fancy ball. I got my towel and some clean clothes and headed to the bathroom, but the shower was being used by Alik. I sat and waited for him, but then Seth jumped in the shower in front of me, so I had to wait some more. I went over to Kaitie's desk (she didn't live there casually; it was part of some research she was doing, unlike the rest of us) and asked her how the volcano was doing. She told me an eruption was bound to take place, but she didn't seem to be too worried. I asked her why and she said we were in the safest place.
Finally Seth was out of the shower, but Kevin jumped in ahead of me, so I waited some more.
After a bit, I started to hear him yell, so I ran in to see what was wrong.
By the way, the layout of our home in the volcano was very cool. The rooms were large with tall ceilings, and there were molten rivers running through most of them, as well as a few cool streams. There were aqueducts in the 'basemen' and some other cool architecture.
Anyway, when I found Kevin, he was dumping out buckets of poop from the shower. Apparently enormous turds were emerging from the drain at a frighteningly rapid pace, and Kevin couldn't dispose of them as quickly as he needed to. I got in there and helped him out, calling for Seth and Alik to join us. They came in and watched, but didn't lend a hand in the task. Of course Kevin and I were filthy.
I went to one of the rivers and dipped my body in to clean off. I looked over and saw that Katie had been joined by a man in a suit and hardhat. He pulled a lever and all the lights went red and an alarm sounded. The volcano began to erupt.
I crawled out of the river and ran about trying to gather a few of my belongings, but Katie told me it was of no use, so I settled down and found a chair to sit in as I witnessed the chaos under the mountain.
I soon awoke.
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Dream #528 (October 30, 2014) -Weird School and Aziz Ansari
It's been a while.
I dreamt that I was in attending a school. I often have dreams in which I get behind on homework or realize how much have have to do in a short amount of time, this dream included. I sat through English, Math, and Science classes (visiting my locker between each one), and I was overwhelmed at the amount of homework I was going to have.
I don't remember much about the actual content of the classes. I know I was assigned a bunch of Physics and Calculus homework, as well as a paper on "Julius Caesar."
After Math class, I returned to a large mansion that stood on the side of a mountain by an ocean. It was a muted pink on the outside and inside, and this is where all the students lived and dined. I lived in a room with dozens of bunk beds that housed other guys my age (which was ambiguous in my dream). I soon went to sleep.
In the morning, I realized that I woke up late, so I rushed around so that I could still shower and eat breakfast before school. I ran over to the dining area. There were two separate eating areas; one for hot breakfast and one for a grab-and-go breakfast (some people treated it like a grab-and-stand-and-eat breakfast, which is why there was a whole room for those eaters). I jumped into the short line of the grab-and-go, snagged a bag of Pop Tarts and ate them as I made my way up the winding stairs to the shower room.
The shower room I went to was enormous, but it only contained one shower. Luckily (because of my tardiness perhaps) there was no line. The shower had a floor-to-ceiling window looking out over the mountainside and ocean. It was marvelous.
I tried to shower quickly, but my brain couldn't communicate correctly with my limbs, so I bumbled about, dropping the soap, very cumbersomely cleansing my body. At last I was done, and I realized I had forgotten to put my towel near the shower.
Luckily a lady working nearby discovered of my need and brought me a towel. I dried off and tried to find a ride to school.
Finding a ride to school, in this dream world, meant walking around a special room where car-owning men and women hung around until a student approached her/him and asked for a ride, which would then be given. At this point, there was only one car owner remaining; Aziz Ansari.
I had heard bad things about Aziz. He often drove recklessly and didn't seem to care much about his passengers, so I was a bit reluctant. However, after asking him, he turned out to be a very thoughtful guy. He even helped carry my backpack to the car. He was really energetic, but not in an annoying way, and he kept me good company. I at last arrived at the school and told him I would try to ride with him more often.
Then I awoke.
I dreamt that I was in attending a school. I often have dreams in which I get behind on homework or realize how much have have to do in a short amount of time, this dream included. I sat through English, Math, and Science classes (visiting my locker between each one), and I was overwhelmed at the amount of homework I was going to have.
I don't remember much about the actual content of the classes. I know I was assigned a bunch of Physics and Calculus homework, as well as a paper on "Julius Caesar."
After Math class, I returned to a large mansion that stood on the side of a mountain by an ocean. It was a muted pink on the outside and inside, and this is where all the students lived and dined. I lived in a room with dozens of bunk beds that housed other guys my age (which was ambiguous in my dream). I soon went to sleep.
In the morning, I realized that I woke up late, so I rushed around so that I could still shower and eat breakfast before school. I ran over to the dining area. There were two separate eating areas; one for hot breakfast and one for a grab-and-go breakfast (some people treated it like a grab-and-stand-and-eat breakfast, which is why there was a whole room for those eaters). I jumped into the short line of the grab-and-go, snagged a bag of Pop Tarts and ate them as I made my way up the winding stairs to the shower room.
The shower room I went to was enormous, but it only contained one shower. Luckily (because of my tardiness perhaps) there was no line. The shower had a floor-to-ceiling window looking out over the mountainside and ocean. It was marvelous.
I tried to shower quickly, but my brain couldn't communicate correctly with my limbs, so I bumbled about, dropping the soap, very cumbersomely cleansing my body. At last I was done, and I realized I had forgotten to put my towel near the shower.
Luckily a lady working nearby discovered of my need and brought me a towel. I dried off and tried to find a ride to school.
Finding a ride to school, in this dream world, meant walking around a special room where car-owning men and women hung around until a student approached her/him and asked for a ride, which would then be given. At this point, there was only one car owner remaining; Aziz Ansari.
I had heard bad things about Aziz. He often drove recklessly and didn't seem to care much about his passengers, so I was a bit reluctant. However, after asking him, he turned out to be a very thoughtful guy. He even helped carry my backpack to the car. He was really energetic, but not in an annoying way, and he kept me good company. I at last arrived at the school and told him I would try to ride with him more often.
Then I awoke.
Saturday, September 6, 2014
Dream #527 (September 6, 2014) Warehouse, Unintentional Kidnapping
Oh.
I began the dream driving a black car late at night. I was listening to The National as I pulled up to Kyle Heffelfinger's house. He came and sat in the passenger seat, then I proceeded to pick up Andrew DeSelm and Tim Johnson (they were living together in my dream).
We had a nice, chatty ride over to an enormous warehouse with a ceiling that must have been over one hundred feet high. Tim then began to direct us in setting up a stage with lighting, microphones, amps, etc. We worked efficiently.
After we were about 75% finished, a group of high school hooligans broke into the building and demanded that we give them all of our equipment. We refused, and were suddenly joined by a bunch of middle-aged dudes in Tae Kwon Do uniforms. They took care of the problem with ease.
I decided I needed to go for a ride after that, so I left the warehouse and got into my Buick LeSabre (the black car I drove to the warehouse had transformed into it at some point in my dream). I drove down by the ocean front and looked out at all the different shops/attractions. Every once in a while I was able to catch a glimpse of the actual beach, which was gorgeous (it was still nighttime by the way).
I was attracted to a mini-golf joint about a mile down the road, and I pulled into a drive-through/parking area. There I saw Melissa Moyer and Erin Steele (two people I know from Prairie Camp) playing a round of putt-putt. There were several other Bethel College students there that I recognize but don't actually know. It looked pretty crowded, and I'm not too fond of putting for an audience, so I decided to leave. I pulled out and drove down the road a ways.
I head a frightening giggle come from my back seat. I turned around and realized that 3 young sisters (ages ranging from 5-13) had snuck into my car whilst I was watching the putt-putters. I began to freak out, because if the parents were to see their girls with a bearded stranger such as myself, they would most likely freak out; I feared I would get arrested or something. I quickly did a u-turn and drove back to the putt-putt place (what is the difference between putt-putt and mini-golf?). Somehow in a few minutes the place had closed for the night and everybody was gone.
I drove around, telling the girls to point out their parents if they saw them. We had no success for what felt like hours.
The girls were getting very tired and needed to find a place to sleep, so I took them down to the beach. They were cold, so I buried them all in sand until they were comfortable (trust me; I wouldn't do this in real life). Then I began to pace about, trying to figure out what to do with these sisters. I walked down the beach a short ways and again ran into Melissa. She was building a sand castle by herself (I assumed Erin was probably somewhere nearby). I was about to ask her if she would help watch the kids so that if anyone were to find them, they wouldn't assume the worst.
But I awoke, thanks to Kody Heffelfinger.
I fell asleep again and had a quick dream that I was at a huge party at a fairly small house in the middle of the day. I didn't know anybody there, and for some reason almost all of the guests were elementary school teachers from various schools in Indiana and Michigan. I walked about eating my hotdog, trying to find somebody to talk to, but I had no luck for most of the dream. After a while I did find an elderly gentleman who talked to me briefly, but he then tried to sell me insurance.
Then I awoke.
I began the dream driving a black car late at night. I was listening to The National as I pulled up to Kyle Heffelfinger's house. He came and sat in the passenger seat, then I proceeded to pick up Andrew DeSelm and Tim Johnson (they were living together in my dream).
We had a nice, chatty ride over to an enormous warehouse with a ceiling that must have been over one hundred feet high. Tim then began to direct us in setting up a stage with lighting, microphones, amps, etc. We worked efficiently.
After we were about 75% finished, a group of high school hooligans broke into the building and demanded that we give them all of our equipment. We refused, and were suddenly joined by a bunch of middle-aged dudes in Tae Kwon Do uniforms. They took care of the problem with ease.
I decided I needed to go for a ride after that, so I left the warehouse and got into my Buick LeSabre (the black car I drove to the warehouse had transformed into it at some point in my dream). I drove down by the ocean front and looked out at all the different shops/attractions. Every once in a while I was able to catch a glimpse of the actual beach, which was gorgeous (it was still nighttime by the way).
I was attracted to a mini-golf joint about a mile down the road, and I pulled into a drive-through/parking area. There I saw Melissa Moyer and Erin Steele (two people I know from Prairie Camp) playing a round of putt-putt. There were several other Bethel College students there that I recognize but don't actually know. It looked pretty crowded, and I'm not too fond of putting for an audience, so I decided to leave. I pulled out and drove down the road a ways.
I head a frightening giggle come from my back seat. I turned around and realized that 3 young sisters (ages ranging from 5-13) had snuck into my car whilst I was watching the putt-putters. I began to freak out, because if the parents were to see their girls with a bearded stranger such as myself, they would most likely freak out; I feared I would get arrested or something. I quickly did a u-turn and drove back to the putt-putt place (what is the difference between putt-putt and mini-golf?). Somehow in a few minutes the place had closed for the night and everybody was gone.
I drove around, telling the girls to point out their parents if they saw them. We had no success for what felt like hours.
The girls were getting very tired and needed to find a place to sleep, so I took them down to the beach. They were cold, so I buried them all in sand until they were comfortable (trust me; I wouldn't do this in real life). Then I began to pace about, trying to figure out what to do with these sisters. I walked down the beach a short ways and again ran into Melissa. She was building a sand castle by herself (I assumed Erin was probably somewhere nearby). I was about to ask her if she would help watch the kids so that if anyone were to find them, they wouldn't assume the worst.
But I awoke, thanks to Kody Heffelfinger.
I fell asleep again and had a quick dream that I was at a huge party at a fairly small house in the middle of the day. I didn't know anybody there, and for some reason almost all of the guests were elementary school teachers from various schools in Indiana and Michigan. I walked about eating my hotdog, trying to find somebody to talk to, but I had no luck for most of the dream. After a while I did find an elderly gentleman who talked to me briefly, but he then tried to sell me insurance.
Then I awoke.
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