Friday, September 12, 2014

I finally remembered another couple of dreams!! So... in the first one I was standing next to a computer that my sister Hannah was on. I was standing behind her and she didn't notice me. I looked at the computer screen and it was a list of emails. It seems relevant to me and I got the impression that she was sending emails back and forth between Mormon church leadership in my old ward about me. She noticed that I was standing there and immediately closed the window she had open on the computer. I asked her if she was giving them my phone number and address information. She told me she wasn't. I told her that was good because if the missionaries try to come to my door they will find that the building is usually locked when people try to come visit. She seemed to be looking at me with a mix of pity and regret. I floated up and away and then the dream melted. The dream melted back into a street that I didn't recognize. I was with my husband Austin and a group of a few other people that either I didn't recognize in the dream or forgot to remember them in the dream. We were swiftly walking away from some sort of commotion which was taking place at the far end of the street. It then became clear that we were fleeing from a hoard of zombies created by a new Ebola virus which had spread with remarkable speed across the world. We fled into some kind of eastern temple (buddhist or hindu... not sure... maybe it was something else entirely) but when I went inside I noticed a figure sitting by a desk. I couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman but it didn't matter. Maybe it was both a man and a woman. I put my hands together in front of my chest and bowed slightly. The figure mirrored my action and said "Namaste" after which I whispered "Namaste" back. When the figure approached it looked kind of like a Tibetan monk. Kind of like the Dalai Lama. He (I'm giving it a "he" because "he" was bald... but beyond that there were no real gender indicators) asked me what we were doing. I told him that we were seeking refuge in the sangha because of the Ebola virus. He welcomed my group into the temple and sealed the doors just in time to seal out the Ebola zombies. Then my alarm went off.

I was in the lab, helping a work friend from Oncology get DNA extracted from one of her weird gross cancerous specimens. I told her that I would make sure it got taken care of. She offered to give me a ride back to the main lab in her airplane. I asked her if she was certified yet, and she said no that only the officers had flown with her before--nobody else. I expressed concern about letting her fly me back (we'd already started flying but it felt like we were in a regular car on a regular road) and then I noticed another work friend walking with an unknown person along the road. I opened the door and yelled a greeting back at him as we passed. The pilot stopped and let me out. The work friend approached and got into an intense conversation with the pilot. I was a distance away but overheard "--she doesn't want to fly with me does that make me a bad pilot?--" I walked away from them and found my purple jeep so that I could drive the rest of the way to work. (None of these roads I drove looked anything like the proper way to work.) I was driving along the shoulder, about to turn right, when some people started screaming at me to stop. I stopped just in time *not* to run over a body on the side of the road. I put my jeep into neutral, pulled the parking break, and got out of the car. The body was face down, I could tell it was a young woman and she was just rocking back and forth. There was another young woman in the street who had a swollen face. She looked fine other than that until I looked at her feet, which were grotesquely amputated so that a few toes still were there. Someone asked me to help to triage people. I turned around and there was a line of children lying down, becoming unburied. Many of them were fine. There was a little boy of 2 or 3 who was blond and had Down Syndrome. He was a little cut up but he smiled at me and I smiled back at him and I asked if he was hurt. He sneezed a massive wad of yellow snot. I picked him up after he stood up and walked toward me, and examined his injuries which were few. Suddenly there was nobody else around but me and this little boy. Everyone else had driven off in ambulances and fire trucks. I asked one lingering person if we should take this boy to the hospital as well, and they said his injuries weren't bad enough. So he stayed with me and I brought him to work. Work wasn't work, we all just played Halo and let the kid run around. Then my boss came in and said that after this round we'd have to really do work. Then I was with the work friend in a place that really looked like work. "We just spent the whole day playing video games. We didn't hire a bunch of derps, they're just following our example."

The Bad Samaritan

I had a fairly vivid dream last night but I don't remember most of it since it's already almost time to go to sleep again.

I was on a bright yellow scooter that belonged to someone else, but I didn't feel guilty for driving it, so it was probably willingly loaned to me. It was a beautiful warm Utah summer day and I was driving along a straight road toward some unknown goal.

As I was driving I came to a traffic light and noticed a line of cars parked in the lane to the right of mine. The car at the front was the same color of blue as the sky was in my dream. People were standing outside of their cars so it was obvious that something interesting had happened... but it wasn't a crash.

A man walked behind another man and began to slit his throat. I put my hand in my pocket to get my cell phone right as the light turned green. I was afraid that the man would come after me next so I changed my mind about calling the police and hit the gas just like everyone else in my lane was doing.

I continued to drive and came to a hill that led into a favela-type housing area.



I knocked on one of the doors and my friend's mom answered the door. She told me that my friend was just around the corner outside another "house" so I found her and showed her the scooter I had been driving.

"Cool, let's take it for a spin," she said.

Then I woke up feeling kind of sad and realized it was raining.

Maybe I am playing "Plants vs. Zombies" a little too much. I dreamed last night that one of my seminary students was out with Suzanna watching movies and this friend's right hand came off accidentally. They threw it away in the garbage can, instead of trying to take it to the hospital and reattatch it. I was very concerned, wondered how this friend would do in seminary turning the pages with only one hand, and realized she would be fine, because the students next to her would help. Weirdly reassuring.

Hold on to your right hand!

I was at the house in Salt Lake. During the day Dad and some other guy were trying to fix this computer mouse that could foresee the future. That night I sneakily found the mouse and somehow, miraculously, it worked. I was transported into a land very different from our own. The leader of this new place was a female version of Voldemort from Harry Potter, AKA pure evil. I stood out like a sore thumb among the new group of people. All of them looked alike: they had peach skin with snowy white blotches covering their bodies in patches and their hair was all frizzy and their clothes were some kind of brown robe.

I had to disguise myself so that I wouldn't be killed by the leader.

That's pretty much it.

Poseidon, Lord of the Sea

I was very small and my daddy was Kevin McKidd. I had to decide between helping him, or helping some other people who were all much bigger than me. I was surrounded by a pond that had polka-dotted frogs jumping from lily pad to lily pad. And then they all told me it was time to go to school.

My Future Classroom

I was an elementary school teacher. I was wearing a dress. I guess it was a small town and I was the "Anne of Green Gables" teacher or something like that.
Some of the kids were talking during the lesson and so I made them take two marbles out of the "pizza party at the end of the year if you're good enough" bottle. But it turned out that the marbles were actually gumballs and so they just ate them...so it was like I was rewarding the bad kids.
Then the parents came in all impatient like. And I went over to one of them and asked "how long do I have each day". And that's when I found out I had to teach all of my lessons in fifteen minutes.
That's pretty much it.