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- 12:00 -
So I don’t remember most of this dream, but here’s what I do:
I was sitting in a white, square room on a chair in front of a table, with a cup in my hand. The cup had tons of Popsicle sticks in it, and at the bottom of the sticks (which were hidden inside of the cup) there were names written. The names were many of my friends, although I don’t really know if my name was in there or not.
Anyway, there was definitely someone watching over me while I was doing this, but I couldn’t really tell if it was a person, or just a presence, or a voice, or what. Male or female, I didn’t know, but it seemed old. (I’ll just call him/her ‘the Instructor’) But on the table in front of me there were many large pieces of colored paper laid out, which I somehow understood represented different ethnicities. There were places designated to lay the sticks I drew, and next to those places there were words written. I realized after a short bit that those words were last names (some of the last names on the table belonged to some of my friends whose first names were on the Popsicle sticks)
I started drawing sticks and laid them down one at a time, started from the top left and going across and down. Then, as I’d do it, the people on the sticks I’d draw would suddenly take on the last names that they were laid next to, as well as the background and ethnicity. (Not that I actually saw it happening, I just knew it was) Which means that by the time I’d get done, everyone’s last name and ethnicity would switched around totally. Like a freaky Friday thing.
About half-way through my labor, I started doubting whether what I was doing was right. And just when I started to have those doubts, the Instructor said (although without actually speaking it), “Have faith, Blake. This is the only way to bring peace to the world.”
And then I woke up. Friggin weird, I know.
- 12:30 -
So last night I was working for some sort of humongous company whose job it was to find certain people. They had tons of different divisions, but the whole company was kept a big secret. And at the head of this company was one man who was pretty famous. He was on the tv all the time and he had all sorts of rallies and stuff, but I never actually met him - my boss.
Anyway, I was working in this baseball division. Haha.
Let me explain.
Our boss had started a nation-wide adult baseball league. Kind of like slow pitch softball, only it was competitive, and, you know, baseball.
They hired Jordan and I to play on a special team as pitcher and catcher. Our team played in leagues everywhere, pretty much a game a day. All the people on our team were working for this company, and our job is to look through this big list of people we were given, and then while we’re at these games, listen for the announcer to say a name of a person on the list. If we found someone, one of us were supposed to “small talk” and make friends with them afterwards, and try to find out as much as we could about them, and then report everything to the people higher up. The best thing to do was be invited over for drinks after the games so that we could find out where they live. We were supposed to keep cameras with us and sneak pictures at every possible moment.
So at the end of one of the work weeks, our team calls a ‘business’ party kind of thing for the people working in our division. I go and hang out a bit at the party, which is at some kind of secretive office. But after a little bit, three of the people there tell me that they’re going to go to our boss’s house, and asked me if I wanted to join.
Like I said, our boss was a very well-known man with TONS of power, and I had never met him before. So I didn’t miss a chance to go meet him.
I follow the three people in my jeep, alone, to our boss’s house. When I get in, I shake his hand and talk just a bit, and then set off in search of a bathroom. I find a door, but when I open it, it leads downstairs, and my curiosity takes hold and I go down. About halfway down the stairs, though, I start to see these big glass chambers spread out through a humongous basement. In the middle of each chamber are big steel tables. On some of the tables lie people. All naked and some very bloody and mutilated. I feel sick, but I turn to my right and see an Indian dude strapped to a table in a chamber closest to me, who is screaming. I recognize him as one of the people I had made friends with at a baseball game and then reported. Another guy in a doctor’s outfit had a mask and gloves on with a knife in his hand. I took a few quick pictures of the place, and ran back upstairs. I felt horrible now knowing that I was helping round up people to be tortured.
Monday came around, and I didn’t know what to do about quitting. I went to one last game somewhere in the south. While I was dressed and at the fields with the team, I see Laura Roberts (an instructor from MAD camp) who sees me and comes to say hi. We talk for a little while, but she seems somewhat paranoid. I ask her about it, and she says that the end times have started. She asks me if I’ve heard of the man who is my boss. Keeping my cool, I say that I’ve seen him around on television, but I didn’t know much about him.
She then tells me that she (along with many other people in her underground movement) is sure that my boss is the Antichrist. She says, “We’re starting to figure out that they have secret organizations that track Christians down and torture them.
I suddenly felt horrible and knew I had to quit and run away immediately. I don’t know how he didn’t find out I was Christian.
I talk to Jordan in the locker room about splitting, and he says that we shouldn’t be talking about such things. We get in a big argument, and he keeps saying that we’d never get away if we wanted. The man or his people would find us. I asked him how, and he told me to look in the seem of my pants. Once I did, I found a mic sewn in there, and realized that our whole conversation had been heard.
Finally, we decided to run in the jeep with Jordan, me, and another guy. The last thing I remember is the other dude, (whose name I think is peter), saw a camera attached to my car as we drove. He reached out the window and pulled it off, but within a few minutes, we were being chased.
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- 11:00 -
This dream…….. I don’t know about it….. haha.
Anyway…
Once again, I was in some dream city that I’ve never been to before. (This one wasn’t the same town as the other one, though. But it did feel as if I’d dreamed of this place before.) The town was about the size of Lamar - maybe a bit bigger.
I was with a group of people up in the Northwest corner of town. We were at some kind of hangout spot - it was kind of like a warehouse on the edge of town. Normally, I think we stayed outside in the little river that ran by with trees and things, but today it was looking like it might storm.
There were a lot of people in the warehouse. (I seem to remember Mrs. Havenstein) And Mandi was there as well.
And then the crazy things start happening. Someone (who was standing near a window) yells that she can see some strange things flying around in the sky.
All of us run outside to see what they were, and here’s what we saw:
Five slender but rather long DRAGONS. Yeah, dragons, flying around in the sky, circling around each other. Then, one by one, each would fly out of the group and make its own announcement, going like this:
The first one came out, looked straight down at us and said, “I am thunder and lightning.”
The second came, and said, “I am fire.”
The third, “I am tearing wind.”
The fourth, “I am poison,”
And I don’t remember what the fifth one said it was, because I was thinking of the thing he said after. He said, “I am _______. We must come and go before the horses do.”
With that, every dragon except the first one jetted up into the clouds, and the first one roared, and all of us suddenly knew how very dangerous of a situation we were in.
All of us ran back into the warehouse, very scared that we might be snatched up by the thunder and lightning dragon. And after we were in there, we saw what the dragons meant by their names, because a huge lightning storm started.
We stayed in there for a long time, and Mom and Dad had become so worried that they risked a trip through the storm and made it to the warehouse, too. Mandi was keeping us updated with the weather thing on her phone. They had special announcements of the freak dragon flying around, and kept updating the people about where it had been seen last. Finally, I got up the courage to go get rid of the dragon.
There was an old sword in the warehouse. (I don’t know why I chose to use a sword, haha) so I took it and told my family that I was going to fight the dragon. My mom, of course, said no, and Mandi was almost crying, but my dad said he wanted to go with me. I told him he couldn’t, because his knee would give out on him again, but he kept insisting. Mandi told me the last place the dragon had been seen was at the fair grounds, South of town.
I don’t remember what the closing argument was, but I ended up taking off alone. Outside, there were lightning bolts coming down almost as thick as rain. I made it to my jeep safe, though, and started down the roads toward the fairgrounds. It’s strange: I can remember most of the route through town. I remember passing police cars all in a panic, they didn’t care at all whether I was speeding or not.
A bit before I got there, I was passing a little park think off in a little valley to my right. When I looked in it, I saw a dark, moving figure almost kind of dancing around on the ground. I almost stopped and got out of the car, because I thought it might be the dragon, but it didn’t seem as big. And soon a police car raced to the scene, and I decided to just let them deal with whatever it was.
I kept going, and made it to a big touristy thing on the river. (It was the only way to cross) What they would do is I would park my jeep, give my name and the keys to someone who would drive my jeep around to the other side of the river, and I would have to walk through all the touristy stuff in this big building on the water. Anyway, I don’t know why they were still running. I guess they didn’t think much of how people would cross in emergencies.
Anyway, a scared dude came out and got my jeep, and I ran inside. I kept running through the halls of the place, which was filled with scared, bewildered people. I felt pretty stupid with a sword… I remember running through I big movie theatre before getting out and seeing some kind of movie about the T.V. show “The Fairly Oddparents”.
I made it out, and saw my jeep and ran to it, but found two guys standing outside my open driver door. And then I noticed that the storm outside had cleared.
I said to the two guys at my jeep, “What are you doing?” Both turned around with a look on their face that lets you know they’ve been doing something suspicious. One was an older man with blonde hair, and the other guy was probably my age, and he wore a hat. I ran up to the door and looked in the jeep and saw it pretty trashed, with all sorts of wine bottles in it. “Can we help you with something?” the older man said.
“What are you doing with my jeep?” I asked.
They both looked confused. “This jeep is ours,” said the older one again, getting kind of agitated.
Then I heard another voice from down the row of cars announce, “Blake?”
I realized that this wasn’t my jeep, and that the man had just brought my jeep around and was calling for me. So I apologized and asked the two guys about the dragon. They still seemed suspicious, but I couldn’t tell why. They said that the dragon had gone on its own accord, “probably somewhere else,” the older one said. And the storms had stopped right after.
The last thing I remember thinking of was wondering if the second dragon (fire) would torment the town like the first one did.
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- 12:30 -
Last night was a very long dream of waking up and falling back asleep, which means that it got a little scattered. Here’s what I do remember:
In the summer of ‘09, a group of friends from home decided to take a trip to Africa as sort of a missions trip, but not exactly… haha. All of us wanted to help, but only some of cared to share the message of Christ.
On the plane ride there, I remember having a guitar. Daniel, Mark, and another boy I had just met and can’t remember now were all sitting in a circle, taking turns playing. The boy was on my left, Daniel was sitting in front of me, and Mark was on Daniel’s right. The way we played seemed to influence the way the plane flew.
So when we got to Africa, I started feeling very strange because I recognized a lot of the places we were going, although I hadn’t ever been there before.
We split up into groups and started going to different villages to help. One of the days I was in a group with Ian and Mark, and we were headed through this semi-desert place with some dunes here and there, but with trees as well. Once again, I got the feeling I recognized the place, and I even seemed to remember where the nearest village was, so I told Mark and Ian to follow me. We were walking along across the top of one of the dunes when we saw that a lot of the land in between the dunes had been flooded by a freak storm. It was going to be harder to get across, but if we walked on the very top of the dune, we would be able to get across.
As we were going, Ian slipped and started to fall in, so I slid down the dune a little ways to help him out, and right when I got down there I saw a big shadow in the water swimming right towards us. I freaked and pulled Ian out of the water and started trying to run up the side of the dune. Well, since it was just sand, this task was much harder than planned. As I was trying to get up, the thing underneath the water leaped up and out of the water for a second, and we saw what it was: a seahorse, in the more literal sense. The front of the thing was a horse, with brown and orange and white fur, (and slightly smaller than a normal horse, while at about the belly, the horse had a big fin, much like a mermaid. After the seahorse went back underneath the water, Ian and I scrambled trying to get back up. Mark was calling for help on his cell phone, and while he was talking another seahorse jumped out, and now there were two. Immediately they swam towards us and started nabbing at us with their teeth. Ian and I were scared to death, and one time, one of the seahorses got a hold of my heel, but I kicked it away. Eventually, we made it to the top of the dune and ran the rest of the way to the village.
Once we were there, I felt even more nostalgia for this strange place. So much in fact, that while the other two were in the village, helping people, I sat in a little clearing outside the village trying to get a grasp on what was going on in my head. About that time, a heavier woman from the village came running over to me, saying “Oh, thank the gods you’re here!” I had never seen this woman before, but apparently she knew me. She ran over to me, bawling, and took a hold of me in a great hug. After that, she collapsed on the ground, and started crying more. I asked her what was wrong, and she said, “Our baby…”
At this point, I was a little freaked out. I asked her what she was talking about, and she kept saying things about ‘our baby’ and ‘you’re a daddy’. Ok, so I then got royally freaked because I realized I couldn’t deny what she was saying since I had all these memories of this place. I started wondering if maybe I had been kidnapped and taken here drugged or something, and that’s why I could only barely remember it. The thought that I would have to somehow stay in Africa and care for a child started sinking on my mind, heavy. I started thinking, “How am I going to tell Ashleigh about this?”
Anyway, I went ahead and told her anyway that I couldn’t have been the father to her baby, a) because as far as I could remember clearly, I hadn’t been to Africa before, and b) I was a virgin (as far as I could remember).
She kept going on, crying. “Our baby, our baby!” It became clear that something wasn’t right. “What happened to your baby?” I asked her.
She told me that ‘while I was away’, she had a son, and given birth to it only a few feet away from where we were sitting. The boy was in bad condition when he was born, and didn’t live any more than a few hours. After that, she kept beating the ground with her fists and yelling the boy’s name, which was a really cool African name that I can’t remember. It started with a D.
About that time, I saw Ian and Mark running out of the village toward us with with another man. When they reached me, Mark said, “You found her!”
I was pretty lost this whole time….
I explained to them what had happened. Ian thought it was hilarious. The man they were with came over to the woman, checked on her, and then turned to me. He told me that this was his wife, and that he was really the father of her son. He told me that because of he grief, the woman had been acting delirious since the baby’s death. They thought that she had finally lost it and run off into the dunes to die. He apologized, and said he was very thankful that I found her, and that I shouldn’t believe anything she might have said.
I was, to say the least, a bit relieved.
The very last part of the dream I remember is kind of completely separate from anything else.
After we arrived back in Colorado at DIA, Mandi was there to pick me up in my jeep. Mom and Dad were busy doing something, so Mandi drove up, and I loaded my stuff and drove her home. Right when we were getting close to Lamar, Mac came from somewhere in the back of the jeep and sat behind the space in between the two front seats. Seeing him, I almost freaked and went off the road, but he hopped up on the compartment between the two front seats and Mandi and I petted him as we were going home. We didn’t know why he was there all of a sudden, but we were sure that at least mom would be very happy to see him.
We pulled up into the driveway, and Mac hopped out my side as Mandi was getting out her’s. But as soon as Mac was out, he looked up at me, and immediately morphed into a young woman with a sort of devilish grin on her face. (I don’t know how else to describe it haha.) To say the least, I had had enough freaky things happen to me that week, so I just stood there and looked at the woman. She took a few steps backward and slowly changed to this dark figure. It was almost like she was a shadow, only standing up in front of me. And I suddenly got the feeling she wanted to do me harm. So I ran right at her, getting ready to tackle or punch, or whatever else, but the shadow just disappeared, and Mac was no more once again.
Filed under: Old Dream Journal
Ok, y’all.
I just finished posting all the dreams from an old dream journal I used to keep word for word. So if you were wondering why some random 2002 dates were suddenly showing up, don’t worry. I haven’t gone crazy yet
Filed under: Old Dream Journal
I was with my youth group on some mission trip to the rainforest. We were trying to round up wild cats, and take them back to a factory to be domesticated. Well, we couldn’t get them to stay in one place, so we built some rafts and put them on the rafts on the river, because they wouldn’t go in the water to get away. Me, Josh Kurtz, Daniel Nevius, and Jordan Romine all tied ropes to our waists and to the rafts and swam down the river, trying to pull the rafts full of cats. Well, we got really tired, and when we almost gave up, two bottle-nosed dolphins (a mother and baby) swam by and helped us pull the rafts. It’s night-time when we get to the factory, and we unload all the cats. When we’re done, I went down to the dock, and saw the two dolphins again. Since they weren’t used to swimming around in rivers, and only lived in oceans, they were having trouble in the freshwater. They both jumped up on the dock, wanting me to help, and the mother scraped her belly when she did. Somehow, I found a way to carry them up the stairs and put them in a pool at the factory, and set the water to be salty like the sea. Every morning, I would go out and care for them, and nurse them mother back to health. Anyway, one night, we were going to sleep in a big white room. All the boys were in this room, and the girls got a better room to sleep in. Tim May was the one in charge of watching over the boys. But before we can go to sleep, me and Josh see exact clones of ourselves walking into the closet, where Tim was sleeping. We heard them talk to them, and then they walked out of the room, and we started following them, but I felt myself waking up. But before I did wake up, the dream changed and a face appeared in front of me and said “Life-size Golden 4″. I don’t know why
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I had a dream that I woke up one day, and wanted a golden retriever, so I asked my parents up in the computer room, and they said ok. Then I went out in my backyard to the apple tree, but instead of apples, there were little balls of fuzz hanging there. So I went and picked one off, and the ball unfolded into a baby golden retriever and came to life.
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We were in a race in the desert, in racecars. Actually, we were running from a stampede of elephants, rhinos, and hippos that were let out by some weird guy I knew. He recorded people’s deaths, and every day, exactly two people would die in this swampy area west of the desert. It had a lot of trees and skeletons in it. Anyway, I pick up this girl who doesn’t have a car, and find out that it’s Anne Oakley! So I step on the gas, and we go as fast as the car can go. The stampede is still closing in, though, so I take a sharp turn left and realize that I drove right into the swamp. I think that me and Anne are going to die, to fulfill the rule about two people dying in the swamp, but after we crash, I’m still alive. Anne dies, and I find out that earlier that day, Pippi Longstalkings had died in the swamp so I wouldn’t have to.
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I had a dream that I was on my bus on the way home, and Daniel told me that we forgot play practice, so I got out and started running back to the school, but my backpack was really heavy, and I got extremely tired. Mac had started following me, and I told him to go home, but he didn’t. He ran out in front of me in the road and got hit on his side. Instead of bleeding, though, this yellow-green goo came out. Anyway, I had to carry him yelping for a little way, until my dad came in the brown van and hauled me to practice. When I got there, I put Mac into this see-though healing chamber on the wall while I went and practiced.
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I had a dream that there was this big football tourney in LaJunta, and there were mechanical arms in the stands. They were huge, and sometimes they would squash people, like coaches, players, and fans. I really didn’t want to play with the giant arms waving around, so while I was trying to dodge them, I let them put this big hole in my leg so I didn’t have to play anymore. I just didn’t want to die. Then I went to a hospital thing beneath the stands and stitched myself up. The doctor (who was Jess Downey) wasn’t there because Jade was playing. I showed my parents my injury, but I think my dad made me play anyway. Anyway, the last thing I remember was one of my friends getting squashed, and I had to haul away the body.
