Alright, this is a collection of little dreams that I had last night. I can only remember snippets, but hopefully it will all make some kind of sense. First off, I was leading a expedition, driving in the mountains. I'm not sure where we were, because I think the final destination was my new apartment, but we were definitely way up above any known civilization. Some older person (my parent's age at least) had gotten out of the car to take pictures of the beautiful view. Just then, a mountain lion came wandering up along the road. I tried to signal to the lady that she needed to get in the car NOW, but it took a little while for her to realize something was wrong. Then she screamed, which alerted the mountain lion even more to our presence, and ran into my car. The mountain lion bounded over to my car, and reached it right before I could shut the door. I still managed to shut it and we continued on...
Next little part was in a new apartment... but with all the items in my old refrigerator. So, I was going to be making some cookies. This is usually not a difficult task for me-I can make several different kinds with no problems. At this time, however, I was showing a new roommate the apartment and telling her the way we shared food (just staples such as flour, sugar, eggs, etc). I am getting ready to make the cookies. We have 3 egg cartons in our fridge. The first one is completely empty except for 1 egg shell. The second carton has 1 egg left. And the third is an 18-pack completely full of eggs. So... I am a little miffed that there was a whole empty carton of eggs in the fridge, but nothing too horrible. Then, I am getting really confused about making the cookies. I can't seem to find the ingredients I need, and I start putting things in the mixer in random order. I turn around to put the eggs into the weird mixture, and my new roommate has used 8-10 (about half my carton) to make something. I don't know what takes 8-10 eggs, but she used it. I was appalled that half my eggs could be gone in few minutes.
I was in a school class, in one of the back rooms of David Petersen's house, but it was on 1st east instead of 2nd east. It was taught by my marriage prep teacher, but it was economics or something like econ. We were supposed to be basically teaching ourselves the material. Mostly we were just goofing off. My group consisted of... Robin, Shawnee Slade from the BYU women's basketball team, and Nate Maughan, #6 on the national championship rugby team (Robin, I found him on facebook last night...I'm not a stalker). Needless to say, this particular rugby player is one of Robin and I's favorites. Anyway, we were supposed to be reading this article online, but along with it was a video. In the middle of not really working on anything, I realized who the guy was, and was trying to tell Robin quietly and off to the side, which didn't really work. It was kind of nice being in that class, because it was a boardroom style setting with nice comfy chairs. Anyway, Robin and I were trying to read, Shawnee and Nate were fooling around, and all Nate wanted to do was watch this little movie clip that was included in the lesson. Finally, I played the clip to stop him bugging me... and the teacher got mad because for some reason, my laptop was hooked up to the big projector and it distracted everyone else. Just then, saved by my parents, they came to pick me up and take me to my apartment? I don't know where they came from, or why they were in Provo, but they came and we walked back to my current apartment. When I got to the top of the stairs, there were some guys from the elder's quorum standing there. When I asked why they were there, they said they were just checking out the apartment, because a killer had been seen in the parking lot looking into my apartment, sitting on/in a Hoover. (That's what my mom said, and I don't think it makes any sense). Just then, I remembered that I have had other dreams recently where my house is being checked out by the Elder's Quorum because a killer was in the area. (For some reason, this makes me kind of scared to live alone at home for the next month). Fortunately, the killer was not in my apartment, but all of my siblings, my grandma, and my aunt were. And surprise! my mother had had two more babies after my youngest sister. They were infants. It freaked me out, because my next youngest sister was 7, and she was an oops. The worst part... I was taking care of them and not my mother. I'm not sure if they were mine or my mom's. My grandma said some slightly inappropriate remark, and then my next thought was, "That would be so fun for my mom and I to be pregnant together." Yeah... no.
* These are some of the images that came up when I did a google search for "Hoover". Fortunately, a vehicle was not one of the photo options, so I think I'm safe from killers for now.
Anyway, I know those dreams don't have anything to do with each other, but it was a nice little run of them, I thought, and too good not to share.
Amazing. I'm glad Nate made it into your dream and that we were taking a class together (and that is slightly stalkerish...but great work). And don't be scared to live alone. Just remember safety first, and use the things we learned in Relief Society.
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