Inception

I was outrageously tired today at school.  It's been a long week, and I've been missing out on precious hours of sleep.  Two out of the three days a week I'm at school, I've taken naps in my car after lunch, but before my 1 o'clock class.  Just short power naps.  Today was the second day that I fell asleep, but my nap dragged on for about an hour, and I ended up sleeping through the majority of my English Comp. 1 class while I was in my car.  So when I fell asleep this afternoon, I had a dream...

I had this dream that I was in the commuter lot, in my car, just waking up from one of these lunch-time snoozes.  I had dozed off.  I was dreaming about real life as it was happening.  Weird.  As I sat groggily up in the car and readjusted my seat, I realized that if I didn't get a move on, I was going to be late for my 2 o'clock Music Listening class.  For some reason, I was convinced that even though I was in the commuter parking lot I still had to travel to school.  So I turned on my car, backed out of my parking space, drove once around the block, and parked back into the same exact parking space I had just left.  In my mind, I had now arrived at school.  Now I had to book it to get to class. 
As I exited my car, I stepped out on the wet gravel lot (apparently it had been raining) and instantly realized that I didn't have shoes on.  The muddy water was quickly soaking through my thin socks.  I reached back into the car and saw my green and blue striped slip-ons (which I don't have in real life) and quickly put them on.
I started walking and saw my friends and co-workers Kat Murray and Brenda Klingman, and another old friend singing camp songs while walking through the parking lot towards the commuter bridge that spans Lightstreet Road.
I joined in on the camp songs, and somehow we had made up ballroom dance motions to the song and I was twirling around in circles, but we suddenly stopped, joined hands, and spanned the width of the entrance to the commuter bridge so that no one could pass.  We just stood there blocking the pathway.

That's when I woke up--for real this time.  It was dawning 2 o'clock, and I was going to have to book it to make it to my Music Listening class. 

So I guess I had my very own case of the simplest form of Inception.  I fell asleep in real life and woke up in a dream exactly as if I was really still awake.  Christopher Nolan, I believe that if you ever feel the need to ruin the first Inception with a sequel, then you should audition me as the lead role.  You can still keep Ellen Page though.  In fact, the storyline should be that her character and my character fall in love or something.  Yeah, that'd be cool.  Plan it, man.

Preach it!

So last night I had a dream...

I was at Purple Door, which incidentally was this past weekend.  For those of you who don't know, Purple Door is a popular, Christian music festival down in Lancaster, PA, and it focuses mainly on indie and metal bands.  This year was the first year I didn't go in probably four years.  I had to work that day, dangit.  So I was at Purple Door watching the band For Today perform with a bunch of my high school buddies.  Which is odd, because those friends are never there.  So I was standing there just kinda bobbing my head and tapping my feet when all of a sudden I got the urge to just seriously DANCE!  Strangely, there was no mosh pit started, and I was feeling too shy to start one, so I made a circle for myself like I was going to start one, and I just started walking back and forth, pacing with an intermittent "hardcore" foot stomp here and there and a nasty smile on my face.  I kept this up for a little bit, when the band started playing their slower, worshipful songs.  They broke into one of my favorites, "Talmidim" (Video below), and my best friend Dan all of a sudden jumped up on stage and started preaching.  This wasn't any normal preaching, but this was Spirit-filled, in your face preaching.  Have to admit, I was pretty proud of him.
After that stopped, I found myself sitting at home looking through podcasts on iTunes.  I found my Adolescent Psychology professor's (Astor-Stetson) personal podcast and I began listening to it.  She was talking about how she was also at Purple Door and really liked the format this year since it was a one day event instead of it's normal two-day format.  Then she began talking about how her friends had been there and really enjoyed it and all this stuff. 

...Then I woke up.

Apparently I'm divorced?

Behold, the first dream since the rebirth of this blog!  Ahh, feels good to be back here again.  Let the chronicles commence...

So last night I had this dream that I was with my wife.  Don't even ask who it was, because I had never seen her before in my life.  And don't even ask if she was beautiful, because I don't remember...but I'm sure she was.  We were standing with some of my friends--also, don't know them--in a parking lot outside of a movie theater, and we wanted to go see a movie, but we didn't have enough money.  After thinking about it for a while, we devised a plan on how to get money.  My wife retrieved four backpacks from the backseat of the car.  Apparently, these backpacks were my ex-wives.  Four of them.  What the heck?  We discovered that when we put used movie ticket stubs in the backpacks, they would give us a quarter.  Our thinking was that if we had enough quarters, we could buy some movie tickets.  I had no idea where we got all the stubs, but we had paper backs full of them, and one by one we all started putting them into my exes, and sure enough, quarters began to pop out of them.  Eventually, we had enough money to buy one ticket, but only one.  We all decided that I should be the one to go see the movie, so everyone else left to go hang out at the mall while I went into the theater to buy a ticket.
I entered the building, went directly up to the concession stand and ordered a plate full of toast with melted butter and syrup.  In case you don't already know, hot bread with butter and King's Syrup is definitely, by far one of my all-time favorite snacks.  So good!  I was pouring the syrup on the bread, and quite frankly making a pretty big, sticky mess when I realized that I hadn't bought my tickets yet.  Now I had a dilemma.  Where do I put the buttery sweet goodness setting before me that A. No one will steal, and B. Won't spread the mess.  Where?

And that's when I woke up.  I was actually pretty interested in what I was going to figure out with my ingenious mind, too.  Dangit.

Up From The Grave

Heyyo!

So I was in the shower this morning (where I do my best thinking) and I got the idea in my head to bring this mindbaby back to life. I remember when I started it I was so pumped about it, but then kinda lost interest. It's a really good opportunity though. A good opportunity not only to chronicle my strange and outlandish dreams, but also to expound upon my writing skills and have a little fun while doing it.

So without further adieu, I give you The Dreamscape Theater. Keep your eye here because I'll start posting as soon as I start dreaming.

Dream on.