Only in Dreams

I was somehow an actor in an episode of lost. At the end of the show, a bunch of people started dying and so did I. Jin ran out on a dock to protect Sun from being shot, and she was fine with it because she already knew that he would die and already knew it was going to happen because she had been traveling through time. I was upset because I liked Jin. Some survivors got into a Alvin type submarine and circled around in the water below us before sinking away. As I got out of the water with the other actors, we were trying to find some towels like at the BYU swimming pool, only the kids had grabbed them all. All they had left were these oversized harmonicas. So everyone could use them to dry off, you just had to blow into them and the air would magnify/amplify and dry off your skin. I was upset because I couldn't blow into it very well at certain angles elsewhere on my body.

I was visiting New York with some friends. Only it turned out that New York was located in California. We got to hang out with Jim Gaffigan. He was really cool and nice. He had just been elected Governor of California so things were busy, but he showed us his office and gave us his email so we could stay in touch and remain friends.

I was taking my family on a vacation/trip to visit some cool places in Southern Utah. Then, it was as if it was a game. A game I had already played before sometime except that some things were new. We were stopped in the middle of the street by a blockade. The people in the city acted straight out of a H.P. Lovecraft story. They were busy summoning some dark evil sludge monster. There were actually 3 of them in total, and I was able to dice them up with a samurai sword one by one. After that, the villagers returned to normal and one of the girls there my age fell in love with me. Too bad I had to leave and continue South with my family. As we drove off, I said "I don't remember all of this happening last time." Lastly we came to a swamp filled slot canyon. A crocodile-hunter type guy had set up the only way through. It seemed like a zoo crossed with a narrow loch-system (like in the panama canal). Inside he had a pet/wild great white shark. He demonstrated the ferocity of it by sending some of his goons/slave children running around near the water covered in fresh blood. He then explained it to us thusly: We would all get our packs and slowly wade through the water in a certain formation and moving a certain speed. The shark would interpret us to be a boat of some sort and leave us alone. Somehow, Cameron and Wesley had gotten to the other side of the slot canyon (probably from jumping and climbing around) and so it was just me, Nathan, Mom Dad and Joanna. As we were slowly shuffling through the water, the shark bit onto Nathan's thigh. It wasn't biting hard enough to break skin, but it did make things a bit more nerve racking. As the shark was hanging there, our guide suggested everyone pour their soda into the water. The sugar crystallized and formed a hard crunchy layer on the water that we were able to climb on top of and slowly walk to the opposite side of the slot canyon.

It started off in Bali. But it was a touristy place in Bali. But it could have been Hawaii or someplace else. I went to buy groceries and I realized I didn't have my credit card in my wallet. The total came out to $61 USD and luckily I had a 50, a 10 and a 1. But that was going to be it. I figured that I would either have to find my credit card or find a job to earn some cash. The next thing that happened was that we needed to travel to somewhere else and so we got on to these large cement gondola things. They must have been used for shipping purposes, not travel. They went slowly at first but as they started to pick up speed I had to hang on for my life. Not unlike a roller coaster that was swinging down steep inclines. They got to a field down on ground level and we jumped off and started sneaking towards an apartment complex. Back around behind an alleyway and behind fences we started to crawl. An SUV pulled up and so I froze behind the wood fence. The guy got out and started asking "Is anyone there?" He had a flashlight which he shone right where I was hiding. He was looking at my hand and forearm on the ground and was asking himself if that was a human. As he reached down to almost grab it, I stood up and confronted him. He introduced himself as an LDS missionary. It turns out that the apartment complex had some science-learning museum inside where neon black lights were everywhere. I ended up wandering into the basement where we all know is not a good place to go. The same feeling/presence that came from the "house" in downtown Salt Lake was there. I don't remember anything else.