Only in Dreams

Jeff and I were waiting to catch a subway at the typical dream station. A girl comes up from behind and attacks me, grabbing on to me with her arms around my neck. I struggle for a while then flip her over and she hits the ground. This whole time she had a blank expression on her face, but as she hits the ground, her eyes light up in recognition and she starts to talk with us. We go back to her place which is a rundown, one-roomed apartment where she lives with her mom. The mother is a witch with long black ratty hair that compliments her black dress, but she puts on a guise of being very nice. For some reason or another we start to wash our laundry and the dryer which is stacked on top of the washing machine is too full and starts to tip over, I’m standing there holding it up. The entire time, the mother is complaining that all of her clean clothes are spread out. One load is here, one is somewhere in the city and the other is somewhere else. Jeff and I know we’ve both overstayed our welcome. The witch leaves us with a proverb that is very short and brief, but I don’t remember it.

It was late over at our place and for some reason or another someone brought over a milk gallon full of pre-mixed screwdrivers. We all got drunk. I only had two glasses but that was enough so that I couldn’t walk very well. Jeff started jumping on the couch where Greg and Athena were sitting laughing.

I was involved in a bank robbery. We just had guns and we walked right in, demanded all the cash in the registers and then we rushed out. Part of our escape plan was to run around the corner of the building and hide in a janitorial closet where the door faced the street. We hid and locked the door. Outside I heard police and swat teams searching for us. One of the guys with me dropped some cash and all the cash on the ground started to make rustling sounds. I think the cops heard this cause they started knocking on the door.

Someone cleaned the kitchen and re-organized the pantry. Resulting in all of our food getting mixed up so we couldn’t tell which food belonged to whom.

Brityn got into some prestigious college up in Salt Lake and I was very jealous. I walked around the campus and it seemed very vintage like Harvard or Oxford. Vines grew everywhere. Ivy league for sure. The reason I didn’t get in was because it was a school for girls only. As I wandered away from campus towards the avenues, I stumbled upon the white house that I’ve dreamed about before. This is the one that is always haunted and possessed. At least a certain part of it in the basement. The upper floors are normally just wacky. I didn’t go near it this time because I could feel the evil flowing from it and just didn’t want to have anything to do with it.

We were out wandering the neighborhood acting all suspicious by crossing through the back yards of people in our neighborhood. Apparently the cops were called on us and they kept looking for us. I would always stick right in between peoples yards so in case some one came out to yell get off their yard, I could quickly be in their neighbor’s yard. Some guy from SETI tried to show me some various gyroscopic devices once I got brought in for questioning. These devices were about 2-5 inches in diameter. We had seen something that we shouldn’t have and this guy was trying his best to convince us that what we saw was not extraterrestrial in origin. He then started to give me star charts of a certain star system so that I could look at all the data he had and see how impossible it would be to find the home planet. I took the plots and data and said “ I’ll just upload this data to my friends at Slashdot and they’ll find it quickly. Once such guy found a very cool photograph taken by the Hubble telescope showing a planet, with a cloud covered atmosphere, and through the clouds one could see city lights filling the surface.

A big shot rich LDS car dealership owner (I think the ownership was Malone) Had some falling out with the church and with the community. There was a court hearing that was going down that didn’t exactly deal with him, but it dealt with him a in some way. He started texting the guy who was telling the story (our bishop?) When he was texting, he would say things like “I’m texting”. He decides to take an active roll in the court hearings then and there so he rips out of his garage in a large sporty semi and flys crazily to the court house. He was also greatly known for his reckless driving. Somehow, we lived near him and he tried to be a father to us, even though we already had a father. Mostly he would work on cars with us. Once he gave me a handful of Malone dealership plates or something from all the years past. Sort of collector cards or something. They all had the byu cheerleaders on them and it went all the way up to 2007.