That’s right, I dreamed about the old IYCM team last night…well, sorta.  The main doctor guy looked just like Jeff, and his assistant was a guy that looked just like Tyler.  Not sure how this works…but the girl, I’m pretty sure was a cross between Paige and Jena.  Weird, right?

Ok, so.  I show up for some kind of big oral surgury of some kind and I’m walked through this big, cool-looking building until I get to “Jeff”s office.  At which time a phone rings, and “Jeff” tells me to answer it.  It’s his assistant, asking me questions about getting my approval (this was supposed to be “Jeff”s hip, new way to get “signed” documents without all the paperwork).  As I’m answering the questions his assistant walks in the room (still on the phone)–I think I’m supposed to be amazed at this new idea of phone approval…and that the guy on the phone is actually in the same room with me now.

Then I woke up, relieved that I didn’t actually need any kind of surgury.

Yeah, this dream had kind of a “The Village” theme to it.

Was living on a monastery-type compound, I think.  Somebody mentioned some book about “Secrets of the Universe” or “Unknown Matter” or something weird like that.  I think stuff happened next, but I don’t remember what… …until the end.

I’m running from two beasts(?): dogs, maybe?  (Oh yeah, did I mention this was all taking place on my old farm in Alhambra?)  Once I reach the front pasture the beasts stop.  I’m all, “What are they afraid of?”  So I’m hiding in the pasture wondering what is going to come out of the woods when a car drives by.  Then I realize it’s the cars?  Maybe we didn’t know about automobiles (that’s where the “The Village” theme comes from)…something like that.  (I should probably note here that I’ve never seen “The Village”.) 

Anyways, not a few seconds after I see the second car drive by the road is packed with cars.  Not traffic-style.  These cars/trucks/semis aren’t going less than 55mph.  And that little two-lane with no shoulders is now 3 lanes.  Not widened, mind you.  The cars are scrapping each other as they pass (I remember watching a semi pass between another semi and a car, then, BAM.  A pile-up begins.  Before I know it there’s a wreck several cars deep and as far as you can see in both directions.

Then some guy comes out of nowhere and tries to explain something about why we should all leave the compound(?).  Somewhere along the lines of, “I’ve alread made more money than this wreck just cost.”  Something weird like that.

I have once before…then again last night.  The three dreams last night went like this:

Jim and I were at some kind of camp-type thing.  I lost my key to the room, so I had to wait for him to do anything.  That’s about all I remember.

Leah and I went on some kind of mountain trip with church(?).  When everybody got back two people were missing: Leah was one of them.  This was made worse by the fact that it was really cold and snowy and such.  We formed search parties, but by that night we still hadn’t found anybody.  Again…all I remember.

I was at my parent’s, talking with my mother about something.  Clint comes up from upstairs and yells at me about using his soap and losing it, or something like that.  So I shoot back something about him being wrong and blah, blah, blah.  He goes back downstairs.  I feel bad and go down to apologize.  He sorta goes off on me again, so I start to go off on him again.  Then we just sit there for a  minute, then he says, “I don’t feel right.”  (I believe that statement had nothing to do with any other part of the dream.)  I start to tear up.  Then I wake up…

…crying.

Finally a dream!  Pretty short and sweet though…

Jason and Kristy Ickman and I picked up a pizza.  And we got their “rock crust”…it was a crust with several types of whole grain mixed into it.  Interesting idea, no?

The pastor asked that Dustin stop the “small group” Ping-Pong Dudes for Jesus. Not sure why, I think it had something to do with how many people were attending?

Now that was a scary dream.

For some reason, I let my father talk me into buying a DIY house kit.  It wasn’t until later I said something to Leah about, “Why do we need a kit house?  Our house is perfectly fine.”  I don’t remember if Dad was going to buy our house from us or what.  Weird.

The last dream I remember had something to do with a reality game show.  It was groups of two and the idea was the host would throw garbage all over somewhere (forest, desert, river) and the groups would have to clean it up.  Whoever cleaned up the most won.

It all started with me driving crazy fast around some curvy roads.  The roads kind of reminded me of a roller coaster track.  They were thin roads and I think they were kind of suspended really high (or on the side of a mountain or something).  I’m pretty sure I fell off one time; but it wasn’t like a “fall off and you die” thing, it was more like an inconvenience.

Now I think the last part of this dream had something to do with taking my car to this trailer parkish guy to fix it.  (Can I say “trailer parkish” on here?)

The last thing I remember was being at some kind of hands-on aquarium place.  We (me and at least one other person) were on our way out and we swam(?) by big lobster, giant shrimp, etc.  It must have been eating time, cause they were all eating each other.  Only it wasn’t really “eating” it was more like “swallowing whole”.  One of them decided he didn’t like what he swallowed so he pulled it back out.  These things were crazy.

Apparently Clint and I are treasure hunters.  The most recent clue we read led us to a major city, something about the living and the dead (and the building would be VERY old).  As soon as we walk out of the airport we spot a LARGE hospital being rebuilt in an ancient building.  Our goal was the very top floor (maybe the roof even).  I believe it was the 35th floor…except, given the distance from the ground to where we ended up I’d say it was the 235th floor.  It didn’t help that the elevator was one of those glass ones on the outside of the building.

I think we found what we were looking for, then–somehow–there were two little girls with us, about 2 and 6.  Now the bad news: our elevator was no longer a glass elevator, but just an elevator shaft with a small thing for us to stand on in the center as we rode down.  Also, the controls were enigmatic.

We finally figured out the controls (sort of) and put the girls in the center, then we stood just outside of them and held on to the center thing…scary junk.  When we finally got to the bottom, somehow Clint was pulled off and we were all sent back up to the top.  -.-  No big deal, the controls were making more sense now.  We just waited until we got to the top, then headed back down.  This the 6 year old was mysteriously pulled off and we went back to the top.  Blah, blah, blah…until we all made it off.

Once we got down there was something about the lower level (basement).  I think it was the Children’s Ward or something, and I found a secret way down to it which we’d have to use to … escape(?).

Nathan, a chunky 11-year-old I’ve never actually seen at BGTM, was sent to his room.  For whatever reason his nerf toys were taken from him and were sitting in the kitchen with Leah and I.  Next thing I know, a hand reaches around the corner and snags ‘em…then Nathan runs back to his room and slams the door.

I say I’ll take care of it, but Leah follows me in.  The boy starts kicking and punching at me.  I grab him by the arm and drop him to the ground (a little rougher than they’d like, probably).  Leah comes over and grabs his other arm.

Seeing that he’s getting nowhere with me he starts fighting Leah–even though, at this point, I’m the one holding him down.

I remember thinking, as soon as I woke up, “What if he would have broken her leg?”

That’ll be the last night I go without some way to record my dreams by my bed.  I already completely forgot one of them and I only remember this tiny piece of a pretty long one…

My big boss (the President) had a stroke about 2 weeks ago…and another exactly a week after that.  His wife came up to me worried that tomorrow (which would be exactly one week from the last one) would be his last day with us.  It was kind of understood that he would not survive another and, for some reason, everyone considered another stroke a forgone conclusion.