Only in Dreams

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.