Miles

I had this dream quite awhile ago, but did not have time to actually record the amazingness that it included. I was in a commune; it was the end of the world. We all wore pioneer dresses, the streets were made of dirt, and our houses were all trailers. I had a child, a very small baby that I named Miles. Why? because of the miles and miles that I had run while pregnant with him. That made it seem more real to me, because I, at the time, was training for a marathon. The baby was constantly crying and I had to get to church! I finally got there, and the only seat on the rough wood pews in a dirt-floored tent room was in the middle of a row. I climbed over people to get there, and realized upon sitting down that Miles had dirtied his outfit. So... I had to go back to my trailer to change him. Good thing we were in a commune and the distance to my trailer was not very far. I changed him and brought him back. That's all I remember, but upon waking, I was extremely paranoid that I was pregnant. The dream seemed so real... other than the fact that I would never name a child Miles.

Aliens!

You know school is your whole life when… you start dreaming about professors regularly. Today was only the first day, but we’ll see about the rest of the week. I was at a track meet. I think I was watching Mariah, my 16-year-old sister race, but there were races for all ages. There was this one “long distance” race that was going from the starting line, across in a diagonal along the middle of the track (football field) and then cutting across the last curved part of a normal 400 M lap, and doing the straight away. It was long distance because they did this lots of times. I was down on the field for this event, and there were lots of people walking it. There were these 2 kids that started walking from the beginning. I knew they weren’t going to make it. Tawni Jones, a really good BYU diver, was racing it on crutches because she had sustained an ankle injury. I was hanging out with these 2 darker colored smallish twin girls, and a very tall blonde haired girl. I don’t remember them until the end, however. For some reason, much of my extended family was at the track meet, up in the stands. Only a few of them looked familiar, but I knew a whole section was my family. I was sitting there, and the police came and arrested this space-suity dressed couple who had been acting suspicious. Their suits included black with yellow accent jump suits, and they had been sneaking around cars and stuff in the parking lot. I realized that they were aliens, trying to spy out how to best do an alien takeover of planet earth. I spotted another oddly dressed couple…. And another! Oh gosh! Right about then, my pathokinesiology teacher was there, telling us to get off the bleachers. From the looks of it, aliens were coming in and selectively killing some while leaving others. There is a hole in my dream right here where I don’t remember. The next t hing I remember, Bo, my anatomy teacher (from last semester) is in a store buying stuff. He asks us to go find Robin (my pathokinesiology teacher) and tell her that he still loves her. I guess Bo’s kids were the ones I was hanging out with. Robin was their mom. BO and Robin weren’t together anymore. There was a tall blonde lady in the mix of this dream. The tall blonde lady was the tall blonde girl’s mom with Bo. When she finally realized that these two other girls were her half sisters, and that BO had cheated on his wife with her mom, things were awkward. Then I woke up.

Highway 1

I found myself in Justin Partridge's car... on highway 1, driving north along the beautiful Central Coast of California. Usually, this would not upset me. It is the most amazing drive, just a very winding road and pretty slow going on the hairpin turns. Robin was in the backseat with me, Justin was driving, and I did not know the person in the passenger seat. After awhile, I noticed that Robin's car door was open, and she could potentially fall out at any time. "Robin... Your door!" I yelled at her. Fortunately we were not going very fast, but we were in the 2nd of about 8 lanes of traffic, all separated by cement dividers. She closed the door (while we were driving, Justin never stopped). Near the end of this segment of the dream, I noticed that our car was red, the cars in front of us were red, and we were all wearing red. This was a weird realization. I looked over the cement divider, and saw green cars with people in green shirts riding inside of them. Over one more lane were the blue cars and people wearing blue.

I began to wonder why there were lines of cars, sorted by color, all going north on Highway 1. Then I remembered! Our country (or at least area of the country) had been taken over by an evil queen and her henchmen. She was ugly and warty and fat, but very very scary. She was helped in her operations by a General, who was Asian. At this point in my dream, everything (scenery, people, etc) turned into an Anime (I can't find the accent for the last "E") cartoon. Along the road, there were soldiers telling us to move along, and not stop. Somehow, I escaped from the car and decided to go to the queen's house and figure out why we were all being driven out of our homes. I was able to sneak into the house. Somehow, I knew that I needed to find the sink in the kitchen. I managed to find it, but the queen's ugly daughter and her boyfriend were making out on the couch. I waited until they weren't looking, and grabbed something from the sink. I had almost made it out of the dark house again, when the General caught me. I struggled for awhile, and then he asked me what I was doing. I told him I was trying to figure out the plan of the queen. He decided to show me exactly what was going on. He kept getting calls on a walkie talkie, and he got one of these calls just as he decided to show me. He took the queen, the lovers on the couch, and I to the edge of the castle. There was a contraption harness type thing with multiple strings hanging off. He told me to grab onto one of the strings and not let go. I held on for dear life (as did the queen and her child and the other guy) as the General sprouted wings and took off in flight. He explained that we had to go take out some cliff ghouls in Antarctica (it might have been the north pole, but either way, somewhere with snow and glaciers and cliffs). At one point, he dove off a clif straight down, pulling up right before crashing into the ocean. Naturally, when I finally swung around, I splashed into the water and stayed there for quite a long time until he gained enough altitude to pull us all out of the water. My hands started getting really tired of holding onto the rope. At this point I knew I was dreaming, but I didn't want to wake up by letting go and falling into the water, because I hate when I wake up like that- twitching like crazy and really scared because I just fell off a cliff. Anyway, my hands were really tired and I was about to let go, when my alarm went off, and I was awake before I had to have a dilemma about lettings go.

I think my favorite part about this dream is the Anime characters. I was one too, which wide open mouth, popping out eyes sometimes, and spiky hairdos.

Boat Outing

I had a dream that I was in school, playing indoor ultimate Frisbee for PE. Only problem was that there were way too many people, and I sucked at the game. The Ceiling was too low and people were being mean to each other. Austin was on the other team and I was getting really frustrated with how everyone was playing. Afterwards, I found a S$6500 check in my bag. While trying to figure out where this check came from (it was from BYU, but printed on light blue cardstock and also had the name of one of the girls on the team on it), I wandered down to where this very weird-shaped boat was moored. It was very long and skinny and had long, skinny projections going towards the sky as well. We were on the coast, so I decided to take it for a little ride. I think someone was there to tell me that it was permissible for me to take it out, but I’m not sure. All I know is that I was the only one on the boat. I whiz down the coast and run into no problems until I crash land on the beach/sandbar. The engine cuts out and I realize, to my chagrin, that there are no paddles on board. There are not even controls to turn the engine back on. I realize that I am going to have to paddle my way back to the school. So I push the boat into the ocean and start paddling. For some reason, I’m trying to stay close to the shoreline, but this makes the boat tip a lot more than normal. Turns out it’s a very tippy boat. I paddle over land, railroad tracks, people hanging out on the beach, and many other things. I tip a few more times, the most frightening being when I tipped completely over in a bog filled with icky things, and the boat came down on top of me, cutting off my air supply and suctioning onto the surface of the boggy place. Worse- I was strapped into the boat somehow, and couldn’t get my straps undone. Somehow, I managed to get out of this, with some help from a rescue party (Shari Skabelund was involved). They asked me how I survived (I didn’t really know), but I told them about a conversation I had with Heavenly Father that made it pretty clear that I was still supposed to be alive for some purpose that I didn’t know yet. So, I continue on back to school to pick up Austin (who was taking forever to change). He then tells me about his adventures of the night before. I guess he and his housemates and a few friends had come up with a marvelous plan to get rich. They go and rob places! The only thing I really remember him robbing was a pizza place or something like that where they stole a bunch of swords. The swords were decoration for the table tops, covered in glass. So basically, him and his friends just busted through glass to get to these swords. That’s the last thing I really remember vividly, although I know I had trouble finding my Frisbee disk, and accidentally took someone elses's. When I brought it back to the indoor ultimate facility, she was very miffed that I took it. There was no resolution. I did not get to cash the check. I did not find out who masterminded Austin’s burglarizing plans.

Hairy chin

So, I'm currently staying in Arvada, CO, visiting my recently returned missionary Austin Brown and his family. Usually in such circumstances, I don't dream... but this one I remembered vividly (once I was awake for a little bit and stroked my chin). Our ward had an athletic team of some sort for intramurals. I would say it was frisbee, but I don't know, because 9 people had to be on the field at one time. Frisbee regulation is 7. Also, there were all types of people on my team, including some athletic people, David Peterson, and a rounder girl that doesn't exist in real life. The important part is that Shannon was on my team. We were playing in American Fork for some reason, and the game was about to begin. We had 11 people there- that is two subs, but having some people more in shape than others made it so more than 2 subs would probably be advised. Right about then, I realized that I had forgotten my cleats and shoes and all other equipment needed to play. I asked Shannon for the key to our apartment (we were still roommates). She explains to me (very weakly) that she had dropped her keys while at my parent's house. My parents, in the dream, lived in Lehi. So, I was naturally very angry that she had been so absent-minded. So I punched her in the arm. Pretty hard. She started wimpering, and I started apologizing profusely, and she told me it was ok, just never to hit her again. I felt like a huge jerk. So, I leave the frisbee game in a huge hurry. I go to my parent's house to pick up the apartment key. By this point, I really need to go to the bathroom (in my dream) so I go into the bathroom and look in the mirror. I had long, black, coarse hairs sprouting out of my cheeks and chin. Not enough to have a respectable man-beard, just enough to be REALLY gross. I was disgusted with myself, and immediately wondered what Austin would think about this new development in my chin-wear. I was so embarrassed that I started trying to pluck them out before going back to the frisbee game, only to be increasingly frustrated with my mom's sucky tweezers. That is all I can remember. I find it funny that only after doing scripture study and stroking my chin did I remember my hairy chin adventures of the night before.

Thanksgiving Dinner

I was baking a special fruit-like cake at my aunt's house in Salt Lake City. I was having trouble locating all of the ingredients, and people just started putting in random things like onions and shredded zucchini and dumb things like that. The onions were not even cut... just sliced. I was trying to find all the correct spices, and someone put in a huge amount of water that made the whole mixture just a bowl-ful of water. So, I had to start over. I don't even know who all the people were who were "helping me" with the recipe, but it happened AGAIN- the whole water bit- to an even greater extent. What made it worse was the jumble of social noises (laughing, talking, etc.) from the next room over- my whole extended family was just having a grand time without me. Every once in awhile my mom would come in and check on my progress, and was shocked by how long it was taking me to make a relatively simple recipe. We were out of some of the ingredients, so my aunt agreed to take me back to my house, or my family's house, which was in South Salt Lake County. When we came back, Kendall and Carly Smith (friends from swimming) were there, and had made the cakes already. What did they use instead of flour for the cake? Crisco vegetable shortening. It didn't make sense to me in the dream, and it doesn't make sense now. The grossest part was that Kendall was licking the spoon that had spooned in all that shortening. Ick. I was so disappointed that I didn't get to make my cake, and spent all of Thanksgiving (which I would have liked to spend with my family) in the kitchen making a gross fruit cake. ugh.

*Disclaimers* I don't make fruit cake. My aunt does not live in Salt Lake. My family does not live in South Salt Lake. I am a good cook and a terrific speed baker. It just does not work so well when I try to bake with my eyes half closed (like they are in most of my dreams).

Droid armies and fried shrimp...

So this is another series of dreams I had last night, and I can't remember all of them, but I remember that they were not really related, so here it goes. First off, the was a war... in my hometown of Atascadero. The good guys (the side I was on, of course) had these really cool robot soldiers, and all the humans gathered at Atascadero High School for protection. For some reason, I was sent on a mission to go find something in the ground near the LDS church in Atascadero. As I started digging (hiding behind bushes, of course, to save myself from the bad guys) I saw a whole HUGE truck full of enemy droids. They had cooler technology than the good guys, and were starting to deploy their troops. They gave evil laughs and taunts, saying that they had better technology now. It was very frightening, and I actually do not know how that dream ended...

Next, I was at Chili's (or another restaurant like it). My boyfriend Austin Brown was there, and we were having dinner with my swimming friends. We had not seen each other for a long time. The waitresses were not wearing very much clothing (which was weird in a family restaurant) and made me slightly uncomfortable. We were having a grand time, and everyone received their food but me. Oh wait, I had my food too, but the waitress had dumped it all over my chair and onto the floor. So, I was waiting for an intact plate of food to come. Everyone else enjoyed their meal, and the waiter that was working surprised us by bringing us each a huge pie to eat for dessert... EACH person got a pie. He handed me one, and I thought it was mincemeat pie (I'm not a fan). So, I gave mine away to someone else, who was devouring it and leaving the crumbs and bit of filling all over me. I tasted some of the filling, and it wasn't mincemeat, it was berry- my favorite type of pie! Then I was really mad I passed up this opportunity to eat amazing pie for free. By this time, I'm so fed up with everything that I just eat the portion of my meal the waitress spilled (fried shrimp and french fries) that was not on the ground, and by this time they were cold. I'm not even sure why I was eating those things, because I don't particularly like fried food at all... but anyway, I ate this disgusting meal and was not feeling very good when Austin told me that I needed to take him home because we needed to give a ride to his roommates. So, we leave the restaurant.

In my dream, the restaurant was in Paso Robles, which is about 15 minutes away from my hometown, Atascadero. About half way to Austin's house (which was also in Atascadero), I looked over and asked him if he had paid for the meal we had just ate. He said that he had forgotten his wallet at home, and that's one reason why we had to go home... along with giving a ride to his roommates. So, we get to his house, and random people start getting into the car... A LOT of them. I got out of the car to go inside with Austin, still kind of angry that he left the restaurant without paying, and didn't even tell me. I would have gladly paid... but he never communicated that to me. Anyway, as we come back out, I see someone in the driver's seat... in MY car. There is also someone in the passenger seat... and 5 people in the back. The idiot in the driver's seat takes the emergency brake off, and the car starts rolling backwards rather quickly (because of all the weight in the back). I manage to pull the brake, kick the "driver" out of my seat, and kick the person in the passenger seat out to make room for Austin. These two unfortunate souls were trying to squeeze into the back of my car with the 5 people that were already there. *NOTE* my car is a VW Jetta, so it does not have the most spacious back seat. So, as I am turning around, I am furious that all these people are in my car without my permission. I was ok with driving 3 people somewhere, but this was way too many, and the fines for not having seatbelts in California are fairly steep. Then, the people in the back start taunting me and talking back to me. I'm not sure exactly what they said... but it was something about a sheep. I think it was either, "A sheep could drive better than you" or "You're going to run over a sheep". Either way, does not make much sense. One thing that I do remember is we were taking Austin's roommates to a family history center, so it was definitely something that I should have been happy about. This was on the way back to the restaurant, so we were going to drop them off and then go pay the bill that we had not paid yet.... and that was the end.