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This is for Bigfoot Eruption to start listing the weird personal dreams. Sorry if the title is vague but consider which site you are on.<\/p>\n

Note: Date will usually mean the morning of since we often don’t go to bed until midnight.<\/p>\n

June 2025:<\/strong><\/p>\n

June 27, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

One of the most depressign dreams. Oddly a two-parter.<\/p>\n

FIr this one I will say “I” as this seems appropriate. I, the Bigfoot Eruption admin person sharing, dreamed that I was involved in a robbery scheme. Darkness was the theme. Also, uncertainty. I rember being nervous all the time, as if I did not wantt o be involved but also did not remove myself from it.<\/p>\n

I had a roll but it was smaller and I was in the background of the situation. I eventually did not do much but was moreso, in hiding.<\/p>\n

The op continued and one of the main aggressors in the effort was caught. I stayed int he shadows and as they were arresting everyone I went on with my business hoping I would be forgotten or at least not be implicated.<\/p>\n

I was arrested and it was the worst feeling.<\/p>\n

I woke up and was relieved it was a dream and fell back to sleep enought to continue as it got worse.<\/p>\n

I was waiting my turn to learn my fate. It was like in ANdoe when he went to a quickie court and that is all it took to encarcerate him. The dread of being without my wife and family was my biggest fear. Would they forget me. Would my wife leave me? The saddens was surely equal to the mind dump that Hell would represent.<\/p>\n

Why in dreams and in my coma is their no hope and much oppression? Why does my brain know so much about what Hell must feel like?<\/p>\n

I came up to a column shaped pedestal. As I approached, I saw that my fate was inscribed on the column somehow, 5 Years in a prison in a town and country, or state. The first name of the location I have forgotten as I have been awake now for almost three hours. The second descriptive word of the location was an acronym like You would find for a state. GR was the acronym.<\/p>\n

My first thought was Georgia USA, and I feared the humidity as I thought of it.<\/p>\n

But Germany is more likely. Either way, my family lives in Oregon so how would they visit?<\/p>\n

I woke up again and decided it was no longer worth it to sleep.<\/p>\n

*****<\/p>\n

I hesitate to share what it means as that is personal.<\/p>\n

I have anxiety about a lot of things. One trapped feeling is how I facilitate a summer soccer program that I only do because I fear it will die if I don’t. Trapped, as other adults don’t step up to help lead it. To facilitate it.<\/p>\n

Also my wife wanted to talk about what we do with the VA cemetery we have picked if I die before her and she gets remarried. AKA, who is she buried next to?<\/p>\n

I offered that part of her be buried next to both. I also offered that she is buried next to me because we have been married for over 23 years and have three kids verses Billy Bob who she will only have been married to for a few years.<\/p>\n

She wanted to end the conversation as she feared what was happening, that I would feel badly. I retorted that I was just talking through solutions.<\/p>\n

I have a feeling that in my nightmare this prompted a scenario that would take me away and have me question my value?<\/p>\n

It may be three hours later, but I am feeling inadequate and sad. Yes me, the mind behind the Bigfoot Eruption franchise.<\/p>\n

June 25, 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

This one was so weird we hesitated to share it because we did not want people to think badly of us. This hesitation meant we now have forgotten it.<\/p>\n

Unknown Date, June 2025<\/strong><\/p>\n

I was being interviewed by a superior. Reminded me of how I felt when my youth pastor would critique me in his office. He said how I was taking extra food or something and this was wrong. I do have a fear of seeming like a mooch or an opportunist. The first example he showed me was one that I could prove was not true.<\/p>\n

It was a dark environment. Not dystopian, but somewhere foreign to me which added to the insecurity.<\/p>\n

Note: Not to disparage this youth pastor and certainly not other youth [pastors, but this one was disappointed with me a few times. I did not get my paperwork done in time to go on a Mexico Missions Trip. He seemed mad. He then called a contact who met me at the courthouse for notary. Another time I asked a question during you group that had nothing to do with the topic at hand. Later he sat me down in my office and told me never to do it again. He seemed mad. Like before, trying to stay calm but it was obvious that he was peeved. I was in a one-year discipleship program at the time so it could be considered that he was my boss. So, this kind of thing would still be a strong feeling in my mind somewhere.<\/p>\n

Back in the Air Force two Sargent’s made a bet that I would say yes to a free breakfast sandwich. When I said yes, they laughed. So, it was known that I don’t say no to a hand-out.<\/p>\n

Honestly, if someone is offering then how do you say no to a gift? Also, I was still young in my career and was always looking to save money. But all in all, I feel like my “grift\/mooch but don’t appear to mooch thriftiness” may have me feeling guilty.<\/p>\n

2024<\/strong><\/p>\n

2023<\/strong><\/p>\n

2022<\/strong><\/p>\n

2021<\/strong><\/p>\n

The Coma<\/strong><\/p>\n

The thing that really bothers me is that I basically died and the place I went (in my mind) was like Hell in that there was no hope and all was confusion. Much of the confusion was the fact that they replayed certain things over and over based on the limited TV programming options and the fact that my wife said, “He like Christian music and Bigfoot.”<\/p>\n

It is a mix right now. I should have written it down as soon as I was able to use a keyboard again, once home. I will do it randomly, but this part must have been first.<\/p>\n

*****<\/p>\n

Sitting In an Emergency Room<\/strong><\/p>\n

I was in a wheelchair. Typical sliding doors and a counter where someone checks in patients. I mostly remember a black man who was getting angry with mew because I kept saying I shouldn’t be there. I kept asking for them to have it all make more sense to me.<\/p>\n

If this was after my wife left me at the Albany Samaritan Emergency Room. (Albany, Oregon) then my delusion and fear were because I was not getting enough oxygen to my brain.<\/p>\n

This all means I should have gone there sooner, but my wife thought she was treating me for COVID and not the different pneumonia that I now had, one different kind in each long.<\/p>\n

I had driven myself to the Eugen VA (Eugene, Oregon) which was a mistake to go by myself. This was like a week earlier. They rushed me over to a actual hospital where they determine I had COVID, but me back on the shuttle where I found my car parked at the VA. I do not remember the drive home, nor anything after that. I never told my wife what they had told me, instead I was delerous and laying on the floor.<\/p>\n

Eventually she called around and learned I had been taken there and about having COVID.<\/p>\n

She wonders why I went without her, and I wonder why she didn’t volunteer to go with me. I never bother her with trips to the VA and she never asks to go.<\/p>\n

I had been pushing myself becasue of the failed COIVID cancelled soccer season for my son. Working hard at creating a youth soccer program that would make it so that we would never be cancelled again.<\/p>\n

As I was feeling winded and tired, I ignored it and kept pushing. Soccer almost killed me. Teh VA, that hospital, and my wife almost killed me, but like trying to give CPR, the one giving the CPR is never to blame for trying. ALl this added to the fact that it was a miracle that I lived. Even though some say miracles are not real.<\/p>\n

My VA doctor said he had just come from New Mexico where he had patients die that were not as bad as me. He almost seemed to hold it against me.<\/p>\n

Back to the COMA emergency room. For some reason I was expecting my sister Merri to come there. I am not sure why.<\/p>\n

This part of the coma was me repeatedly trying to leave there and people ignoring me and being made at me.<\/p>\n

My wife remembers feeling like they wanted her to leave, and she felt like she was leaving me to die, never to see me alive again. She said it was awful, and she felt guilty.<\/p>\n

She definitely was right to leave me there; to take me there. If she could have stayed even better for my delusion, but she says I had been delusional for several days so would it have mattered?<\/p>\n

Lesson: Take a person in that condition to the emergency room sooner.<\/p>\n

*****<\/p>\n

I kept seeing a water fountain outside what I thought was that hospital, but at this point it may have been later in real life and was already at OHSU in Portland, Oregon in intensive care, in an induced coma.<\/p>\n

As I was coming out of the coma (three weeks later) they kept asking me where I was. This was a very hard question to answer and brought me great anxiety. I would often think Spokane, Washington. Probably because as I could see out the window from my bed it was just blue sky. I was locked into my bed. At some point I thought I was in a Eugene, Oregon hospital, but was hard for me to remember that I was at OHSU. They were testing me, testing my recovery. At some point they told me and wanted me to remember.<\/p>\n

To be fair I eventually was not attached to my bed because they wanted me to start walking to the bathroom. I never went without first radio comm-ing the nurse out in the hallway station. I used a walker.<\/p>\n

At that point I knew where I was, but back to when I was unsure; if they had taken a picture and shown me, then I would have seen the Portland skyline. Gee, that would have helped!<\/p>\n

So back to the water fountain outside the front of a mysterious hospital location. It seemed I went there often. I would pour different flavors of Mountain Dew into it and I longed for going there to drink the Mountain Dew flavored water. It was next to a highway, which did feel more like I was near Portland, and not Spokane or Eugene. It was always dark outside when I would go there; go there in my mind.<\/p>\n

At some point I thought there were gifts to be opened. This is where both hospital emergency room delusions merge, the emergency room delusion and the Mountain Dew delusion, as I felt the anxiety of how I would get the gifts home.<\/p>\n

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