Only in Dreams

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.

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.