My Dream

This morning I woke up with the oddest memory in my mind. I was in a hotel room with several people from my church in Colorado, but we were in Searcy, AR overlooking a river. On the other side of the river was Lake City, which we decided to drive through and explore. We were impressed by a large and architecturally impossible bank, and then we returned to the room. We heard that there was a tornado coming, so I looked out the window to watch it traveling down the river. The bank was in the background, with huge plumes of smoke rising from it. I looked down to find that our hotel was right on the river, although I was not overly concerned.

The tornado petered out gradually, but for some reason a boat doing water-donuts in the middle of the river started it back up again. The funnel enveloped our building but left it unscathed.

Soon we were in the same room, but in a cabin in rural Arkansas that had existed at least since the Revolutionary era, judging by the racks of muzzle-loaders just outside the window. I contemplated getting some in case any problem arose, but didn't. My friends all left and I was alone,and I looked out the window again to see a band of well-armed men stalking the cabin.

They opened fire and I grabbed the one rifle inside. The projectiles were small pewter balls, like the ones that Johnny Tremain smelted himself. I blind-shot a few out the window just to send them back, and I heard the leader advise a young man to set fire to the cabin to smoke me out. The boy approached with a rag soaked in gasoline, and I stood up to stare him down. He left, and the volleys continued until I ran into the back room to wait for them to break in, figuring I had a better chance at fighting them hand-to-hand in the smaller space.

I looked down at my bayonet to find that one of my friends had replaced it with a spatula. I grimly reflected that it would have to do, and I awaited my attackers.

Then I woke up.

What could it mean???

Scary Dream

I just woke up a little bit ago from the first scary dream in recent memory. And I just about never have dreams that relate to current events, so this was even worse.

It was today, and I decided to go with my sister to get a haircut back home in Louisville. The girl who did her hair was (in real life) our waitress from IHOP a couple of days ago, but in my dream I was in love with her, thinking her to be someone else. The girl asked if she could do my hair, too, so I let her give me a trim.

When we got in the car, I noticed that it was 8:30 PM, and I started to freak out, believing that I was late for the play tonight. Then I relaxed, remembering that the play started at 9. Then I freaked out, because I remembered that it started at 7. Then I super-freaked out, because whatEVER time it started we were supposed to be at the auditorium at 5:30.

I suppose that the play was taking place in Louisville, because I was significantly LESS worried about the eight hour trip back to Arkansas. I called Amanda, the director, and she seemed almost flippantly unconcerned. I was confused and angry.

Then I woke up and it was noon. So I've got a few hours to spare.

Close call!

A Dream

Last night, I had a dream.

It took place in a side-room in the library here at Harding (where I work), but the side-room was connected to the second floor of my old church building, back at home. In there, my old youth minister was giving a presentation with the aim of training me and several faceless, nameless bodies to become better youth ministers.

The method of teaching was simple: two projectors were set back-to-back, in order to DOUBLE the amount of information taught. However, this led to a bit of Tennis Neck as my eyes shot from one side of the room to the other, trying to keep up with the lesson. I voiced my frustrations and physical woes, and my youth minister struck me.