Institute
Sunday, January 3, 2010
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Rapid Eye Movement
I was living in downtown Kansas City but crime had gotten really bad. Traffic was also so terrible that the only real way to get around was by bus. I was really involved in institute. So much that I would head up to the institute building almost every day. It was also a church building complex. Everything was very secure. One of the classrooms had French written on the door in cut out letters. Something like "I love to read the Book of Mormon." So I knew that maybe it wasn't Kansas City but some place in Africa. It would take at least an hour each day to get on the buses and transfer so I could get up there. I knew I could take the 20 or the 9. Both of which I would change at the train station (possibly the magical one) then catch the 20 in the opposite direction. The building was north of the river and so that's why crime was so bad up there. I remember talking with someone about how much I missed driving and I wouldn't even care if my car got smashed up a bit on the outside I would drive so aggressively that everyone on the streets would learn to get out of my way. One particular day I rode up specifically for a stake dance type thing. I had to get there real early because of the bus times. A girl I knew got the 20 but I missed it and I ended up catching the 9. Her name is Marit. I changed buses and final got to the institute building. Marit and I started talking about the bus system and she mentioned that she didn't have to change on the 20, it came right to the church. Kendis and Alyssa were also there and in a side room we were all talking. Alyssa and Kendis were talking about some special boys that they couldn't wait to run into that night. I was kinda down and out because I didn't have any girls to hang out with once they started hanging with their boys. I think Marit even left early. I started wandering around the building since no one was there yet and I found an office that was open. I wandered in and found a video picture frame. It was titled Waterfalls in Moab. It was showing some rainfall that produced a cool waterfall on some redrock. Some native americans were there storing the water in jars but then it started to flash flood since it was in a slot canyon. They guy filming was a bit away but his grandmother was very close to the waterfall. She started walking back towards the camera but not in time. Hundreds of gallons of water and rock smashed down right behind where she was standing and she hobbled slowly still towards the camera. She started to get drenched but was still fine until the water filled up the area behind here and then changed directions. The last thing before the video repeated was her getting buried in a wave and the camera man yelling and dropping the camera. I had also been taking some flight lessons nearby and it was with the intent that I would be able to fly a jump-jet to and from institute and avoid all the crime and traffic. I had a small scale model of the jet in Stealth but I didn't know how to enlarge it and fly it. I had only taken one class so far but if I could only enlarge the model I would have been fine flying it home. Last thing I remember is google-ing "How to enlarge an shrunken stealth fighter".
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