Only in Dreams

I was having a flashback, sort of like a sequel to an epic movie where you know how it's going to end but the revelation is who becomes the main characters. This particular origin story was about the formation of a group of teenage American terrorists that I was somehow getting wrapped up with. A group of 14 year-olds orphans were teleported into the stratosphere where there was an green aztech ship made out of cubes. This ancient space relic had always been in low orbit yet undetected. A force-field keeps breathable air around the blocks however it doesn't stop people from falling through. Most of the kids fall back to earth and die I suppose but the focus is on one blond haired girl in particular who, clinging to a cube, starts pushing on the hieroglyphs or "controls" and the cubes start re-arranging themselves to form a ship/airplane/cockpit. This helps other kids to have areas to grab onto and sit in. The overall ship now resembles a skeletal Concord/F-16 Tomcat where you can see the engines and turbines as well as the occupants. This modular ship is very fast and agile. The remaining kids modify futuristic weapons and plot attacks on major US cities. It is during one of these attacks that I am recruited by the US government due to my UFO and archaeological studies to consult and help pilot a similar morphing vehicle. We have an intense dogfight over Washington DC and the terrorist's plane is severely damaged and they retreat to some unknown location. Their motives for the attacks aren't completely known but the blond girl is the leader and possibly influenced by the ancient alien technology combined with her dissatisfaction of government policy with regards to orphans.

As I was driving across country on a long trip, somewhere in Nebraska we came across an amusement park with the world's largest roller coaster: the Leviathan. We stopped for some food and to check it out. It had a weird setup you could pay for where you could wear a holographic costume of a different looking person in the park. As we were going up the crank that pulls up the tube/roller coaster (it was kinda like the machine that pulls up tubes at Solider Hollow.) Kelsey’s dog (a long haired border collie jumped off and the people behind us grabbed her and cut off a large chunk of her hair. I was furious so I ran down with a pair of scissors and grabbed his and her long red hair and threatened to chop it all off. But I knew it wouldn’t do anything because they were holographic projections that had nothing to do with their actual persons. We left and so we wanted to get some pictures of the park but they had a no flash policy. But with my new lens I was able to step down the aperture and still capture pictures of all the behind the scenes things because we were going to file a complaint. Downstairs in the locker area we found another lady who had some grievances like us with the park's hologram policies. She worked for Discover and was criticizing the employee who answered the phone because they should have know she was as a past customer. I needed to find a nearby dentist for our dog’s tooth that unscrewed out like a bolt and they were terrible at helping me. The lady who was complaining was in for an ultrasound. The nurse put the gel on her stomach and grabbed the gurny I was on to put some on me as well. I didn’t need an ultrasound but I figured since she put the gell on I might as well too. But then I spoke up and she wiped it off and we left.

I was down in Oceanside at a testing center that helps you study for the MCAT. The Center was located about 15 minute walk from the beach and it was situated up on a hill near a pathway/bikeway that went down to the beachfront. I had my backpack with books in it and I decided to walk down the trail. The sets were coming in that glowing aquamarine color as the sun hit through them. Some were at least 20 feet high. Way too high for me anyway. I walked down and just watched the surfers catch wave after wave wishing I could be out there too. I contemplated setting my backpack down and jumping in but I didn't want to chance losing my MCAT books and laptop. I was down there for a decent amount of time and then it seems like everyone was showing up. I walked up near a boardwalk type area and overheard some people talking about the Gustins. I mentioned, "Hey I know Paul and Alan. They live right by me!" Just then I turned around to see where they had some sort of security screening checkpoint with tables set up. Hundreds of people stood behind waiting to get patted down. Then they would give you a waterproof sticker that stuck onto your hand. Just in the front of the line I saw Jeff H and some Gustins. They had come out to surf. I started to walk away, worried that the security people would notice that I didn't have a sticker. But it was only because I got there before they started doing the pat-downs. I didn't want to have to go to the back of the line/crowd full of thousands of people. I started to walk a bit away from that part of the beach. The waves were sort of smaller down where I was and there were less surfers. Every now and then a huge set would come in and tons of surfers would just bail. These sets gradually started coming in closer and closer and with such force that I had to back up towards the boardwalk. Suddenly waves 100 feet high started pummeling the area with the security checks. People were getting thrown back into the street and buildings wave after wave. I started scrambling to the cliff face/hill as the smaller waves near me started to do the same. I got tossed around a bit by some white water but because I was so far inland already I didn't lose my footing. The scripture came to mind in D&C 88:90 where it states "...and the voice of the waves of the sea heaving themselves beyond their bounds." I made it higher to a road at the top of the cliff area overlooking the ocean. Below lay hundreds of bodies of people washed up on the shore from the waves. Sand and debris had washed up over the train track. I took a picture with my small point-n-click and moved down to take another picture. Some guy was yelling at someone else that he shouldn't be taking a picture but he didn't care and neither did I. I started walking my way back towards the testing center. I had to jump over some trains that had stopped and make my way down some unfamiliar streets but eventually I got back. It turns out that the front of the testing center was a bike shop and some people were already in buying bikes to get out of the city. I went back to my bike which was locked outside and Kelsey showed up in her Escalade. We started talking and I was thinking that I needed to tell her about the Tsunami I had just witnessed but I didn't want to interrupt. I knew that I needed to unlock my bike so I was working really hard to get that done. We needed to get out of there before things got any more hectic.

I was on the West Coast. It felt and looked like Big Sur only I knew that I was further north. And by further north I mean British Columbia. The Olympics were still going on and so high on the mountain side overlooking the ocean I found a back entrance to the games. I found a room type gym locker place where a bunch of athletes were gathered around. Apparently the US bobsled team had something tragic happen to three of their members. They wouldn't be able to compete because they only had one guy to man the bobsled. A kid about my age spoke up and volunteered to ride in the front and steer the sled. I volunteered to ride middle. The actual olympic athlete would ride rear. I explained very thoroughly that I had no training but really, how hard could it be? Granted I wasn't planning on winning or getting a good score but at least we would have been able to compete. The older athlete had been training his entire life for this moment and we wanted to give him a chance. At the start of the run I was extremely nervous. I could see my self on TV with family, friends and co-workers watching us at the top of the run. I grabbed onto the little handle on the side and we started to push. Only the bad thing is that we had false-started. We tried to hang onto the handles and dig into the ice track with our feet to stop the sled. Embarrassed, we dragged the sled up back to the start line and tried to recover and start over but the emotional damage was already done. Wanting only to finish we launched again. I was supposed to count out four steps then jump into the sled but no one had told me before hand. I only counted three and jumped in. The sled behaved like a canoe on water and the nose went up knocking over the kid in front. He started to slide down the track, unable to stop. The athlete in the back was hanging on being dragged down on his stomach. I balanced on one foot for a while until I fell out to the side and tried to hang on as the sled sped down the track. When it was all over the athlete looked at me in disgust. His wife and two daughters shook their heads as I walked by. Everyone was disappointed. Funny thing was that I didn't really care. I wasn't even qualified to race a bobsled so it wasn't my fault no one told me to count 4 steps before jumping in. I went back home to my normal life and no one seemed to notice that it was me who had botched up the US bobsled race.

I went down to Zion's NP to hike the narrows with some friends. I must have slept most of the way down there because I don't remember which way we drove. I think we went the more scenic way. There were lots of people riding their motorcycles down and they would do this thing where they drag their feet on the asphalt as they drive. The Narrows now has a backcountry loop so that at the end of the narrows, there is a big campsite and paved parking lot. People can now start at both ends or get a shuttle ride to their cars at the other end. I still don't know if this is good or not. We decided to try out this new camping area and there was a log cabin where we stayed. There were some interesting plastic prisms that I would stack up and when you looked through them, it would create some optical-invisibility illusion.

I went to Disneyland but had forgotten my pass. I had to go in and try and pull up my records but it was a bit hassle. This was due to the fact that the Oath was real. When I had signed up for the year pass, I was sworn to make an oath on my life and the magical kingdom of Disneyland that I would always be a loyal to the cause of Mr. Walt. Everyone had to do it. It wasn't a big deal because it seemed to be just part of the Disneyland experience. No big deal, it wasn't even real. Just animated. But I was wrong. This all sank in as I had to wait and go through tons of checkpoints to visit the Disneyland Necromancer. This person had to undo the Oath associated with my old pass and place me under a new one so I could go and ride the rides. Realizing that this was a serious cult I jumped a fence by the train ride and started running towards the ocean. I ended up in downtown LA trying to escape the Disneyland employees that were chasing after me. Since I didn't have a car I ran through a cement construction area at the base of a new skyscraper. The ground level was just re-bar and wood but as I was about to exit the other side of the building, a tidal wave of wet cement crashed through the re-bar and wood and started flooding the room. I had to scramble back the way I had came but that area too started to flood. Lucky for me I was close to a window and I jumped out. The employees weren't so fortunate. They got clobbered by the wave of cement.

Downtown Provo south of Center street there is a cemetery with run down ruins that resemble a medieval cathedral. One of the ruins seemed like a backdrop from an old western except it resembled the front of the ruins of Al Khazneh in Petra, Jordan. I was with friends exploring these ruins that we didn’t even know existed so close to home. I vaguely remember a girl being there who had a crush on me but since Kelsey was in my life this one girl was just annoying. My mom found a building with a burnt out interior and just cement walls with wooden 2x4s lying across the open basement/foundation. As I started stepping in and balancing on the boards to explore the area I heard a deep voice and wooden panels started to appear along the bottom of the basement as well as up where I was walking. “As the steps appear on top and below, follow them into the unknown.” This made the exploration much easier and less dangerous but something tugging at the back of my mind reminded me of the “haunted place” and all I wanted to do was get out of there.