Sunday, August 16 2009

- 10:30 -

This dream had a very clear beginning.

I sort of just…came to myself in the middle of a dirt baseball field. (At least the infield was dirt–I can’t remember if the outfield was too, but my gut feeling was that it was) It also wasn’t a full sized baseball field–it had the look of one of the fields we used to play on with the Big R traveling team, especially those in Fort Collins.

When I looked beyond the fences of the park, however, I saw hardly anything at all. The field seemed to be suspended weightlessly in a kind of thick, gray fog. The fog was a bit darker where it issued out from underneath the park, and it also seemed to clear a bit in the distance, allowing me to make out a faint horizon (although it was impossible to distinguish any sort of landscape or other shapes upon the ground) The air inside the park, however, was perfectly clear.

Anyway, when I found myself on this ghost of a field, I was standing on the pitcher’s mound, right on the rubber, looking toward home plate. I was confused a bit as I squinted around, but then, out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of someone sitting quietly in the third base dug out. It was Clay May.

Slowly, I made my way over to him, and he smiled.

“Good to see you,” he said. He looked exactly as he had when he had played on Big R — not a day older — and was wearing baseball pants with a tucked-in gray shirt, both of which matched the eerie fog surrounding us. On his feet were those famous silver cleats of his.

“It’s been such a long time,” I replied, a little choked up. He didn’t reply–he was staring fixedly at the spot I had just come from.

I took a seat beside him on the bench, and we remained completely silent afterward, waiting, as if for another one of our teammates to materialize. I wanted more than anything to talk to him, but I couldn’t decide what to say.

And suddenly I began to feel guilty–I was wearing normal clothes and felt rather out of place. I was also desperately trying to hide my wedding ring–a sign that I was moving on in my life when he could not. I hid my flip-flops underneath the bench so he couldn’t see that I didn’t have real shoes on to play. I started smoothing my hair, hopelessly wishing for a hat to put on it. I wouldn’t glance over at Clay at all for fear that he might be disappointed.

I became scared that he might find out how I decided not to play baseball at Belmont, and that I had taken up his role as catcher after his death, and that we just couldn’t seem to win another state championship without him. He might see how, the day before his funeral, we laughed our heads off as we made his memorial video, unsure about how to deal with the shock.

As these thoughts rolled like little avalanches through my mind, I remember staring out across the barren field, waiting guilt-stricken for something to happen.

And that was more or less as much as I can recall. I wish I could have finished it–I’m sure it would’ve had a happy ending!

Tuesday May 12, 2009

- 12:30 -

I can’t remember much about how the dream started off, but what essentially happened was that I was minding my own business when I fell down a laundry chute and found myself in another world.

This world I ended up in was a little bit more wild than good ol’ Earth, having all sorts of different trees, bushes, rock formations, flowers, all of which were completely foreign, sharing no relation to the plants we know. So I wander around for a bit and come across some other kids. One, and older boy, was my age, and he had a little brother and sister. They said that they were lost here as well.

So together, we started making our way through this forest full of really weird stuff, lke giant colorful mushrooms and strange animal noises.

Finally, we make it to this sort of big shelter tucked away in a gorge. Once inside, we find it empty (or so we think. It was a big place and we didn’t have time to search it completely). The youngest boy finds this book on a table in this sort of sanctuary at the front of the building and picks it up. Immediately another boy, maybe just a little younger than me, steps into the room and tells the kid not to touch the book, but it was too late.

This new kid’s name was Grant, and he was sort of like a Ben from Lost kind of character, where it was apparent he knew a lot of things about our situation but wasn’t willing to share. Naturally, we were frustrated with him practically the whole time.

Grant told the boy that he was now sort of “bound” to the book. He was responsible for its “well-being”, for it was a special book and anything that happened to it happened to the boy, too.

When I asked him how to get home, he said that it was complicated. He said that at the very core of things, every world was connected. He told us that instead of picturing the universe as a huge mass extending in all directions, we should picture it more as a huge room, with every world resting on the floor in different places. There were entrances and exits to every world–the trick was just finding them.

So we set off with Grant, who apparently knew where one of the exits was to this particular world. It was a cave, and when we walked far enough into it, we could see nothing but darkness. I began to have my doubts about Grant’s story. But he said that in between worlds is only darkness, and there were paths made. People who had found these placed before us, he said, had spent a lot of time wandering through the darkness before finding another world, and when they did, they left a path. We were wondering how we were supposed to see a path when we bumped into some wire and string. “That’s the path,” he said, and we understood.

Feeling our way along the strings and wires and other things (I remember there was also caution tape), we made our way through the darkness and eventually came out out through a locker in a locker room. When we left the locker room, we were high up in the bleachers in a huge gymnasium. Down on the gym floor, there were people in dance crews have dance competitions. When I looked closer, I thought I recognized some of the dancers as different people I’d played sports against in high school (namely Trinidad and LaJunta). Then, as I scanned the bleachers for the crowd, I saw all the guys from the Big R baseball team I’d played on all my life (including Clay). I went over to them and started to talk.

Now, something weird about this world that we came to was that it made you feel like you belonged there–it made you cease to care about any other place at all. Soon, I had no incling whatsoever to return to my own world, or to bring back my friends (who obviously belonged there, too). However, the little girl who I’d met at the previous world kept her head on straight and convinced me that we should leave. I convinced the team, and we made our way back out of the world from the same place we came, taking different strings this time.

Those strings led us to a really futuristic world, where the sky was all gray and machines with blue and red and other colored lights rose up all around us. I can’t remember much of what happened here, but I do remember that Grant, the three siblings, and I were separated from the team, and we dove into this crack in the ground to escape something that was pursuing us.

The crack gave way to a sort of tunnel that we slid down for a long time.

I was the first one to emerge, popping out of a big drain at a train station. The drain spat me out right in front of the tracks, and I had to keep my balance to keep from falling in and getting hit by an oncoming train. I spun around and saw Old Ben, the clocktower, and knew I was back in London. The drain spit Grant out, and I stood between him and the tracks, making sure he didn’t fall in. The little girl came out next, and right after her, the younger brother with the book. I caught the girl, but the boy excaped my grip and went flying over the edge and onto the ground. He hadn’t landed on the tracks, however, so I didn’t worry about him right away. I caught the older brother as he came out and then all of us went down to check on the boy. (except Grant, who remained on the platform) When we got there, we saw the book in pieces, having fallen completely apart with the impact. We knew the boy was dead.

Then suddenly, Grant began to scream and cry and ran down to us. “The book was mine!” he yelled. “I was bound to it, not him!” He was pleading to some higher power to take him instead.

Grant gathered up the book pieces, and threw them back down again. Instantly, he collapsed, and the boy regained consciousness. Aaaaand I woke up.

Thursday, Jan. 15th 2009

- 12:30 -

It took me a while to get around to posting this, so I’m going to do my best to remember everything.

When it starts up, Ash and I are at a banquet. It’s many years in the future, although I don’t really know how far. Troy was nowhere around, but there were also no kids to speak of either.
Anyway, I don’t know exactly why we were there, but we were at a big theater, dressed, and surrounded by tons of famous people. And the whole banquet had to do with honoring me for some kind of accomplishments… yeah, I know, I’m an egotistical dreamer.

Anyway, Ash was working as a nurse in a big hospital in town. (Not sure which town it was… or city, rather) As we’re sitting at the banquet, people catch wind that there had been an assassination attempt on an extremely important political figure (it might have been the president, but I don’t think so). Ash is on call, and sure enough, she gets called in to the emergency room and has to leave the banquet. I sit with our closest mutual friend, a tall, skinny, brown-headed guy.

After the banquet’s over, Ash gets in really late that night. She looks like she’s been through hell, and I ask her what’s wrong, and she can barely bring herself to say anything. Finally, she tells me that while she’d been helping the doctors care for the politician, (who we, admittedly, didn’t seem to like much) a voice had been telling her to pull the plugs that kept the man alive in critical condition.

I told her that she was under a lot of stress and that she shouldn’t worry. She tried to calm down. But the next night, she complained of the voice again. And the night after that, she said she could see who was talking to her. It was a little Hispanic boy, about 10 years old, wearing a mostly yellow tank-top, the way she described him, standing in the middle of the hospital room. No one else could see or hear him.

I went out to lunch with that friend of ours, and we talked about society and what not. He worked in media and film… In fact, I think he might have been an actor, because we had to be all secretive when we went out. Anyway, he was talking to me about trends that were happening in the film industry. He said that he heard that tons of directors were getting paid by mysterious groups to put certain things in their movies. I had heard of this, too, but I didn’t really believe any of it. Then he started naming off movies, and that convinced me. He mentioned different films of the time that had themes of underground movement groups, and they always ended up on top, even in movies that had nothing to do with that sort of plotline.

I admitted that I was kinda weirded out by that, and he told me that he thought that there actually was an underground movement tied to the themes in the movies, planting those messages there to get people inclined to fighting for their cause. He said that he thought they might have been the ones that tried to assassinate the politician.

Suddenly, and thought came into my head. I told him about Ash and the little boy (I didn’t know if I should because that was rather personal information). His eyes went wide and he said that he’d been hearing voices, too. He told me that he’d had conversations with the boy, and learned some things. He’d learned that the boy was leading some strange underground group, but that it was the right side to be on. He’d learned that the boy was not really a boy, although he wouldn’t say exactly what he was. And also, just as a strange little side note, he’d learned that the boy was deathly afraid of any kind of crustacean – something had happened to him once that made him think they looked like dangerous monsters. On top of that, the boy told him where he lived.

So me and this friend set out to a run-down building in one of the more sketchy parts of town. We went in, and immediately my friend said that he could hear the boy talking. I could neither hear nor see him. So when I asked questions, my friend had to relay the answers from the boy back to me.

I don’t remember all the questions I asked, but I do some:

I asked, “Are you the one that’s telling my wife to kill the politician?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“It’s the right thing to do.”
“Don’t you realize she could get into major trouble for this?”
“Oh, yes. And she will, But it’s a small price to pay…”

I also remember learning that the boy wanted her to do this thing the day after tomorrow. It was the last day, the right day, he said. Throughout the whole talk, I didn’t know how to react. For whatever reason, the things he said seemed to convince me that it was the right thing to do. I got the feeling that he at least knew what he was doing, and even what would happen. But I also got the feeling that he couldn’t very well be trusted, because even though I still got the answers from my friend, I could tell that this wasn’t a kid speaking.

I returned home, and Ash and I tried to decide what course of action to take. We decided finally to take a stand and make sure she resisted the little boy’s persuasion by both calling in sick and staying home on the last day the boy wanted her pull the plug.

The next night, the night before the boy wanted her to act, we were fixing dinner, and the doorbell rang. We lived in some sort of loft, and I had to walk down a long flight of stairs to get to the door. When I opened it, there was the boy, as my wife had described him. I could see him. I was shocked a bit.

He opened his mouth and spoke, but no words came out, and I realized that even thought I could now see him, I couldn’t yet hear him, but he beckoned me to follow with his hand. I asked him, “Should I grab my coat?” (it was very cold outside). He shook his head. But then I asked again, “Do you want a coat?” He was shivering, wearing that yellow tank top.
As soon as I asked the question, some kind of deep emotion welled up on his face, and I thought he might cry.
“Come in,” I said, “I’ll get you a coat to stay warm.”
I let him in the front door and walked up the stairs to the closet where I kept my coat, and then woke up………. Dang……….

Tuesday, Jan. 6 2009

- 12:15 -

Just a note – I spent this night in a town called Mountain View, MO, in a nice little hotel called “The Honeysuckle Inn”.

This was one of those nights that I had a bunch of little dreams, woke up, went back to sleep and dreamed some more.

The first one I remember was that I was at a football scrimmage against La Junta in Lamar. Jordan and I, for whatever reason, went down to the sidelines to support the team from there. And all of a sudden Coach Tice said that we could play if we wanted. So we both went out there without pads or anything and played our normal positions… It was fun.

Then I remember being in some bathroom in a house I’d never seen before. As I was coming out of the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of water moving toward me across the room, so I shut the door, and minutes later, heard it cracking against the weight of the built-up H20. I called my mom in a panic but she wasn’t much help. Finally, I got the nerve to open the door, take on the water, and do my best to swim to safety out of the house. But when I did open the door, a big bag of water fell in, as if from a water bed. These things were scattered all over the living room, and I left the dream very confused…

Lastly, and I think, most importantly, I was at the high school back in Lamar. They were getting ready for a play that was about Winnie the Pooh. Mandi was studying her lines to be one of the leading girl characters, and there was another girl there about Mandi’s age who was new to the school, who had another supporting girl’s role. Ms. Stewart was back helping with the process again. We were all in the Washington Elementary School gym, because they had decided to do the play for the little kids. They thought that the person playing Pooh might not be able to show, so I started to learn the lines when….
I was swept away, almost as if out of the dream itself, onto a beautiful mountainside with two castles on either side of me. They were somewhat “Disney-like”, or at least that’s what they reminded me of. And then, just as suddenly, Jesus and God were there (I think “The Shack” was getting to me) and although the Holy Spirit wasn’t there physically, I could tell he/she was… just… there. I don’t remember what Jesus and God looked like, and don’t even know if I knew at the time.
Anyway, they told me Kaley Day was trapped in one of the castles, so I set out to save her. I soon found, though, that this task was very hard, because the castles rapidly took on new looks, and the whole mountainside seemed to fog over in white and gold clouds. The transformations were even more beautiful than the regular mountainside, but when I looked at the transformed castles, with dark steeples and spears underneath what looked like some sort of see-through barrier, I could tell that evil dwelled there. With nothing left to do, I turned back to Jesus and God. I told them I did all that I could do, and that it would be easy for them to save her. But they looked down, shaking their heads, and said, “I don’t know…. I don’t know”

I was very surprised by their reactions, to say the least. All at once, I was flying though the white and gold clouds, and then was back at the school. The play was over. I saw Ian come out the side doors, tears in his eyes, and then I knew he knew about Kaley. He saw me and shook his head. I went to talk to him, searching my mind for some explanation to give him.

“Looks like your God really is almighty and all powerful,” he said. And then, all of a sudden, I thought I knew what I wanted to say:

“Ian, He is. I thought I did all I could, but it wasn’t His point to come in and fix it. He knows we can’t save Kaley on our own, and I know for a fact that one day, He will save her. For now, though, what He wants is for us to keep fighting. That’s why He didn’t save her. He knows what’s best, and He’ll rescue her in the right time. He just wants us to fight.”

A slight understanding came into his eyes as I walked him out to his car, and then he got in. I walked up to my own car, but suddenly I got a horrible taste in my mouth and bent over, spitting, and then gagging, and then I woke up, still spitting and gagging.

Sunday, Dec. 28th 2008

– 12:30 -

Finally! Another dream that I can make enough sense of when I wake up to post… I don’t know what’s been wrong with me, but hopefully I’m better now.

Here it is:

I was at Belmont, and I think it might have been my freshman year, or maybe a whole different school together. I just know I was living in the dorms. I don’t remember how I found this out, but I caught wind that there was some secret group around campus that supposedly did a bunch of very important, however maybe questionable things for not only the school, but the world. However, it also served many other functions, like a choir, a sports team, and other things. I decided I wanted to be a part of it.

So there was a girl who I guessed was in the group, and asked them how to join. She said that first off, I had to swear to secrecy. I did. Then she said I had to go to a certain classroom door in the school, and leave a message with a special code word. (Which was really just a sequence of random letters that didn’t make any sort of word at all) When I got there to the door, I found that there was a big white board on the outside with those magnetic alphabet letters stuck to it. I realized at once what I should do, and rearranged the letters to form the sequence the girl had told me about.

A few days later, a letter was delivered to me by a kid I didn’t know at all. I opened it and found a test of sorts. I don’t remember too much about the tests, but I do recall that they weren’t very ordinary. Some did ask me regular logic or math questions, but others were silly and didn’t seem to make much sense.

Anyway, it said at the bottom to put it back in an envelope and stick it in a box attached to the wall beside the door with the white board and letters. I did.

A few days later, I got another letter from a different kid. It was another test, and a different sheet of paper, which displayed my score on the last one. It was a 99%. I was pleased, to say the least. I completed that test, which was more essay-based and much more confusing, and turned it in.

Same thing happened. Another letter. And now the other piece of paper displayed both of my scores: 99%, and now a 37%…..

This continued for a while. I remember my score sheet with many different scores on it. The first four were 99%, 37%, 99%, 89%… and on.

On letter that came, though, said that I had been promoted—to a letter deliverer. I had now become one of those kids who dished out all the letters. It was kind of exciting, but mostly frustrating.

There was also a little bronze key in the letter. So I would go to the box on the wall at a designated time and open it with the key, taking out all the letters and delivering them to the people whose names were on them. That proved to be very hard work finding so many people.

On occasion, I would deliver letters that looked much different from the others. They would be fancy, with special envelopes and ink. When I would deliver them, the person I gave them to almost always gave me a big hug, or shook my hand, smiling a huge smile. One of these people was the actress who played “Kate” from Lost…. lol

Anyway, while I was delivering, I still got letters of my own (which I delivered to myself now) with more tests. I kept filling them out and turning them in, sometimes having to include pictures, CDs of me singing, or DVDs of me displaying athletic or acting ability.

Then one day, I got a letter that said my job as a letter-deliverer was done, and that I needed to do one last thing.

Unfortunately, I don’t remember exactly what I had to do, but it involved packing up my jeep with other possible recruits and doing something down in the very southern part of Mexico that was dangerous.

I don’t remember if all of us returned or not, but after I got back, a kid delivered one of those fancy letters to me, and I knew at once that I was in. I opened it, and it told me to meet everyone in a public lobby in front of the school for my induction. I showed up, along with a couple other nervous first-time recruits who I went on the trip with.

The secret group showed up one by one, and very inconspicuously. Eventually, there were about 30 in all. And then the director showed up.

She was about my height, skinny but resilient, and it was impossible to tell her age–she seemed like one of those people who just aged differently than everyone else. Her hair was a silvery-white, cut very short and sleek, sticking out like slivers here and there. It seemed to accent the sharpness of her features, especially on her face.

Despite her intimidating appearance, she came off very nice. (Although I could feel that there was some hidden agenda with this whole thing. That’s what I wanted to find out)

“Welcome,” she said. “Those three who will be joining our group today–we always start off with a little show: a song. It is up to the person who performed the best during the testing process to start us off with a song of their choice. That would be you, Blake.”

She pointed to me, and I felt my cheeks flush, but she just smiled. For whatever reason, I could tell that even though I had never met her, she had taken a liking to me as one of her prized students.

A little embarrassed, I started off with the only song in my head — “Sailing” by Christopher Cross. (It had been playing in my jeep on the way back from the trip)

By the time the chorus came around, everyone was singing in amazing harmonies, and I was belting out the solos as best I could. We started to draw a crowd, and people were clapping and watching and listening. Sometimes I glanced at the other two new recruits, sharing a moment of wonder with them. And sometimes I looked at the director woman, who looked at me as if to say that there was so much she had in store for everyone, especially me. I remember not being able to decide whether I liked it or not.

And what happened after that, I don’t remember….

Saturday, August 30 2008

– 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.

Saturday, July 5th 2008

- 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.

Monday, June 2nd 2008

- 11:00 -

So I really remember only a small glimpse of this dream, and I usually wouldn’t post anything this short, but this was kinda strange, so I decided to anyway.

I was in a…. I don’t know where I was, exactly. I knew I was underground, in a bunch of circular chambers stacked one on top of the other. I started out on the bottom one, where it was really darkly lit by candles toward the ceiling. (I don’t remember how I got down there, but I seem to remember that I was down there because I was out trying to find some long lost secret about the world. Kind of Indiana Jones style or something) There was some weird kind of animal flying around above me in the darkness, and suddenly flew too close to one of the candles, which went out in the gust. After it went out, all of the other candles went out one by one and I suddenly felt like the whole structure was going to cave in because the place had just started rumbling.

Now, this was one of those dreams where you know what’s going to happen the whole time, because you think you’ve had the dream before, and you’re just remembering events that have already happened in a past dream, but when you stop and think about it, you realize that you’ve never had that dream before.

So anyway, I started remembering how the whole place was going to collapse, I would get out, and get blamed and punished for it. So I really wasn’t that panicked as I started to climb these very narrow staircases up to the next levels of the underground column.

Every new level I reached would look pretty much the same, except it would be a little bit lighter, until all at once I started being able to read some writing that had been written on the wall. I got the feeling then that they were clues, or rather, just someone’s way of talking to me who wanted me to find more answers about whatever I was looking for. All the things written were done so in a very casual way, and all of them seemed to have told me something about the person who wrote them. I don’t remember what I read on the first two walls I saw, but I remember what I read on the third just before I woke up. It was this:

“I hate the fact that the apostle Peter’s first son is named ‘SHABBAT’”.

I don’t know what that meant exactly, but thanks to google, I found out that ‘Shabbat’ is Hebrew for Sabbath. Still doesn’t clear much up, but whatever…

So did Peter have any kids? lol

Friday, May 30th 2008

- 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.

Tuesday, May 20th 2008

- 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.