Only in Dreams

I got a ticket in Texas where the feds dug up so that they could bring me in for some reason or another. Turns out me and a friend had speed through some stop-light thingy and evaded arrest. In combination with that we went to a special burger joint like Sammy’s where I had to special order some fish product that we were turning around and re-selling? They could only make one sandwich so I ate that, but had to order the fish stuff, but I didn’t want to pay. Some lady was talking about how in Bali she ate seared ahi every day.

We got back into police dispatch and said hi to Mindy. I had to sneak around and steal my folder of evidence release forms as well as some other guy’s. His name was Mike. The problem was, the guy wouldn’t get me my stuff, only the stuff belonging to Mike, because that’s who I said I was first. I had to think about coming back later when the guy was off shift to get my stuff, so I just left with Mike’s bike. We were on the far side of a huge lake. Most people had driven and the trail was closed off because it was such a far hike. There were a ton of kids on this end of the trail , mostly college students And it was the new “Arlington” replacement. It seemed like St. George because it had palm trees everywhere. Everyone was hanging out in the parking lot when three guys pulled up in some weird miniature cars from a junk yard. They would just drive on rims and they were missing one wheel in the front. Well I decided to start heading back along the trail. As it wound around to the right, it entered a water filled valley where the resort started. It wasn’t the one we were staying at but it was amazing. Lots of blues and whites. I wished I had my camera. The structure was very oriental, but with vibrant blues and open architecture. There was a pool/water from the lake that filled in the bottom of the valley. After finally exiting the resort, I was in a mall like area that was the center for resorts. We found the hotel we were staying at (the Hyatt) and got situated. I saw a couple of girls who were reviewing the footage from my escape past the barriers and into the trail so I could get here and I needed to talk to them. I asked about the footage and when it would be available for me to pick up my own personal copy. They were beautiful women and I could tell that both of them wanted me. They were about to get off work and I explained that I was staying at the Hyatt, and they could come by and deliver the escape footage as soon as they got off. Then I woke up.

I went on a trip to brazil, but it was an episode from lost where I had a choice to go somewhere arctic or go to my old mission. There might have been some time travel involved. I had to go past some cloudy surf and through a cave but finally I was there. Everyone else went the other way. Before I got there, there was a part in the past/future where there were some weird herbivore type computer creatures that were trying to eat/stamp-eed me. I got to Brasil, but it turned out to be to be more like san clemente, only it still felt like Brasil. It just so happened to be p-day and I ran into a gang of missionaries. I started talking with them a bit and asking them about my old area and such. The time warp affected things a bit but for some reason I wasn’t worried. Everyone was going skateboarding but all they had were longboards. We did some stair drops and I tried to encourage the missionaries to do it. They were scared and I said “didn’t someone say a prayer to start this off? Did they ask for protection? Also, don’t we have a ton of guys to give a priesthood blessing if needed? One of the sisters started hitting on me and sitting real close. She didn’t have that much time left in the field, but it was still weird. I confronted her about it , but she just explained that there was another older elder from a long time ago whom she had already been with so it wasn’t a big deal. One new guy was there with the zoneleader or district leader, and he flew out there on Wednesday, the same day I decided to travel there. I wasn’t too worried about getting home either For some reason, I was in both san clement and brasil, the Portuguese was a bit like Spanish and it just seemed like a different country. All I had to do was catch a bus from the magical dream bus station. I still needed to buy some souvenirs though before I left.

I dreamt that I was completely worthless. My Job fired me because I wasn’t performing well enough, my family disowned me, by girlfriend at the time left me I got evicted and had tons of debt. It was the worst feeling ever. I tried to resort to women, but was rejected time after time. The sinking feeling in me was heart wrenching. The fight with my mother was devastating. My last option was suicide. For some reason starting over wasn’t. My name was so tainted I couldn’t even do that. It felt like I was in the Seattle area.

Jeff and I were waiting to catch a subway at the typical dream station. A girl comes up from behind and attacks me, grabbing on to me with her arms around my neck. I struggle for a while then flip her over and she hits the ground. This whole time she had a blank expression on her face, but as she hits the ground, her eyes light up in recognition and she starts to talk with us. We go back to her place which is a rundown, one-roomed apartment where she lives with her mom. The mother is a witch with long black ratty hair that compliments her black dress, but she puts on a guise of being very nice. For some reason or another we start to wash our laundry and the dryer which is stacked on top of the washing machine is too full and starts to tip over, I’m standing there holding it up. The entire time, the mother is complaining that all of her clean clothes are spread out. One load is here, one is somewhere in the city and the other is somewhere else. Jeff and I know we’ve both overstayed our welcome. The witch leaves us with a proverb that is very short and brief, but I don’t remember it.

It was late over at our place and for some reason or another someone brought over a milk gallon full of pre-mixed screwdrivers. We all got drunk. I only had two glasses but that was enough so that I couldn’t walk very well. Jeff started jumping on the couch where Greg and Athena were sitting laughing.

I was involved in a bank robbery. We just had guns and we walked right in, demanded all the cash in the registers and then we rushed out. Part of our escape plan was to run around the corner of the building and hide in a janitorial closet where the door faced the street. We hid and locked the door. Outside I heard police and swat teams searching for us. One of the guys with me dropped some cash and all the cash on the ground started to make rustling sounds. I think the cops heard this cause they started knocking on the door.

Someone cleaned the kitchen and re-organized the pantry. Resulting in all of our food getting mixed up so we couldn’t tell which food belonged to whom.

Brityn got into some prestigious college up in Salt Lake and I was very jealous. I walked around the campus and it seemed very vintage like Harvard or Oxford. Vines grew everywhere. Ivy league for sure. The reason I didn’t get in was because it was a school for girls only. As I wandered away from campus towards the avenues, I stumbled upon the white house that I’ve dreamed about before. This is the one that is always haunted and possessed. At least a certain part of it in the basement. The upper floors are normally just wacky. I didn’t go near it this time because I could feel the evil flowing from it and just didn’t want to have anything to do with it.

We were out wandering the neighborhood acting all suspicious by crossing through the back yards of people in our neighborhood. Apparently the cops were called on us and they kept looking for us. I would always stick right in between peoples yards so in case some one came out to yell get off their yard, I could quickly be in their neighbor’s yard. Some guy from SETI tried to show me some various gyroscopic devices once I got brought in for questioning. These devices were about 2-5 inches in diameter. We had seen something that we shouldn’t have and this guy was trying his best to convince us that what we saw was not extraterrestrial in origin. He then started to give me star charts of a certain star system so that I could look at all the data he had and see how impossible it would be to find the home planet. I took the plots and data and said “ I’ll just upload this data to my friends at Slashdot and they’ll find it quickly. Once such guy found a very cool photograph taken by the Hubble telescope showing a planet, with a cloud covered atmosphere, and through the clouds one could see city lights filling the surface.

A big shot rich LDS car dealership owner (I think the ownership was Malone) Had some falling out with the church and with the community. There was a court hearing that was going down that didn’t exactly deal with him, but it dealt with him a in some way. He started texting the guy who was telling the story (our bishop?) When he was texting, he would say things like “I’m texting”. He decides to take an active roll in the court hearings then and there so he rips out of his garage in a large sporty semi and flys crazily to the court house. He was also greatly known for his reckless driving. Somehow, we lived near him and he tried to be a father to us, even though we already had a father. Mostly he would work on cars with us. Once he gave me a handful of Malone dealership plates or something from all the years past. Sort of collector cards or something. They all had the byu cheerleaders on them and it went all the way up to 2007.

On a routine white water rafting trip down in Southern Utah, Taylor and I discovered a number of random caves down the canyon. Each cave seemed to be unnatural and while exploring in one of the narrow tunnels, we came across an alien artifact. We later discovered that the artifacts would pull energy out of the atmosphere using the shape and charge of the mountain it was located in. Much like how the pyramids are said to focus astral energy. The artifacts were always unattended and we determined that the aliens would come to these locations whenever one of the “cubes” was full of energy. They would then use it to power their ships, etc. We ended up taking some canisters of energy to be able to prove to people our discovery but as soon as the aliens came to harvest the power, they discovered that some was missing. They hunted us down and explained everything to us before erasing our memories of the caves.

Somewhere down in Southern Utah there is a little known amusement park/resort. The inside is very large a spacious, but it’s also a high class restaurant. The theme had something to do with Atlantis, or it was a part of Atlantis itself. The room that was the most magnificent was of roman architecture, but it was so large. Literally miles deep and it had a large dome equally as high above it. Near the top where the dome started there was a walkway only it wasn’t suspended so much as it was a concrete wall like on a dam that rose up. Down below one could tell that there was water of some sort and there would be glowing lights like the eyes of a kraken that could barely be seen through the darkness. The room was full of natural light from a hole in the top of the dome, but the sheer depth of the chamber provided for an eerie darkness. Somewhere else, there was a type of ride similar to a log ride that went down chutes and slides. During slower parts it drifted through the dining areas. The eventual end was down at the lower levels of this pit-like structures. Below it was like medieval sewer systems. It was here where the Kraken lived. Somehow, the beast we saw was bipedal and it glowed. It wasn’t as large as the Kraken seemed from up on the pathway looking down, but it was unmistakable that the glowing creature and the Kraken were the one and the same. After this was over, we wandered outside to a mountainous region with rice patties and building structures reminiscent of ancient Taiwanese temples. Brightly colored flags/ribbons flapped in the wind. As we approached one such colorful temple, I gained possession of a sword sheathed in gold.

The small community where I lived provided for all of our needs. We also had jobs to do but these were really similar to callings. I can’t remember exactly what my calling was. I think it had to do with assigning living locations for different people to new locations. My mother was here and she would always be lying out getting a tan. Nathan was also here and he lived on the bottom floor of the Motel-like housing complex. Big Steve lived here as well and he was just as thug as ever. Somehow I was able to pull some strings where I would be trained in a similar calling whereas I was first assigning living areas to people, I would now be actually helping evaluate where people needed/wanted to live. A cute brunette was currently doing this and so I was to train her in my calling and then she would train me in hers and we would just end up switching without the big wigs worrying about it. The community wasn’t all about work. For example there was a nerdy-jock guy like Billy the blue power ranger who lived there as well. He was climbing out onto some bamboo poles high up hanging out the side of a tree. To scoot up he had to straddle both poles. His friend was right behind him. The only problem was at the other tree where the poles ended, there was a cartoon-like venomous spider with a large spikey ball that it was protecting. It probably was going to bite the guy but I woke up.

Our neighbor (the shrew) would always be snooping around our place to bust us with zoning violations. She had even set up closed circuit tv cameras in our house to watch with her husband. One day once everyone had left, I stuck around in the garage and she started coming over to adjust the cameras. It seems she would always sneak in through the garage. I threw a fit and started yelling at her. I reached down and on the floor was a scuba diving flipper so I grabbed it and started to beat her upside the head with it. I walloped and wailed on her until she left back across the street. The thing was, it was more humiliating to her than painful because she kept getting slapped every time she tried to explain herself.

I would have to do a crazy 45 minute commute to work every morning. It involved driving downtown under all the bridges where I would catch a metro-like thing. I somehow ended up at a church activity (of a family ward) where I ran into Annalisa Milo. She had grown up quite a bit and we were talking about life and such. I found out that the restaurant was still open and running up in Salt Lake. I dropped by and started talking to the Milos. Turns out that Nerissa is living in China doing business. I happened to be there at the restaurant right before they opened and so the Milos were doing a training with the servers. Sister Milo introduced me to everyone there and mentioned how I was just back visiting even after leaving on such terrible terms. Allusions to them knowing this fact kept popping up. Afterwards I was talking with the servers, dividing out their tips and asking about who usually does that job now that Nerissa was gone? Some guy went off on a tangent explaining how Cucina Tuscana was doomed because on the first night of summer when he opened the porch, somehow an ill biblical omen was there. I think it was some number of people who came in or something. He was raving that no one else noticed it, but that it was clear as day. His argument was very convincing. After that I was talking with Sister Milo again and she had mentioned that they still had the painting that I had given them. I didn’t remember any painting, but suddenly memories started flowing back of a family portrait that I had given to them as a gift. I joked and said “I would really like to come over and see that painting. I’m surprised you still have it!”

Brityn came over and we were going to watch a movie. In particular some chick flick that I was supposed to have. When I was looking through all of the DVD cases, I realized that most of them were gone/stolen and so I didn’t have any type of chick movie. It was getting late, but we were still talking and she brought up the fact that Ty ripped her off by charging her a $25 DJ finding fee because he got a DJ over to her place one night they threw a party. I said, well Ty’s piano is still over at our place so feel free to come over and play $25 worth of time/practice while we still had it.

There is a robotic ear bunny thing that goes around and to see if you are lying or not or if you are loyal to whatever government/political power. It hooks up electrodes to you and asks you questions if it senses that you are incorrect, it shocks you to watch for stress. Apparently being shocked and the stress response can show loyalty. Kind of like a big brother thing. Except that a friend runs it. It was my first time doing it but my friend was helping me through it. The guy running it was an idiot and didn’t realize that I kept getting the questions wrong and I kept on stammering when I was getting shocked, but the operator just figured that I was new. But in actuality, I was anti-government.