Flirt to Convert

I dreamed that Nick was living in another country for a little while, so I started dating this other guy. He was cute and nice and I liked him, but not as much as I like Nick. I think both this guy and Nick were ok with the fact that I was doing this. He wasn't a member of the church, so then I was dating him as a missionary opportunity. At first when I asked him about learning more about the church and meeting with the missionaries, he was ok with it and kind of excited, but as the dream went on, more and more people from the church were around and he felt pressured. He doubted that he would receive an answer.

Cheers and Mediation

Last night I had a dream that was like being in the TV show Cheers. Not that too many of the main characters from Cheers were there, but we were a group of friends, and by the end of the dream we had ended up in a place that could have been a bar. I was a guy in this dream, and at the beginning of the dream I was on a date with a girl from the group of friends. We enjoyed it, but had to absolutely keep it a secret from everyone else. I amazingly was able to keep a straight face the next time I saw her when we were around all of our friends, or when any of them were talking about her. I guess I was having problems with my health, because I got some supplements that came in a powder and pill form. One of my friends from the bar, a fat guy whose tongue was stuck out like he was licking his upper lip, warned me to not get into drugs. That's what happened to him, he started out with a supplement, went onto drugs, and as a result his tongue was permanently damaged to be in that position. Somehow then I was myself, in this same setting, and the guy who I had been earlier in the dream somehow got some extra money and was using it to throw a karaoke party for his friends, and invited me to join. I didn't recognize any of the songs that others had chosen, and am not sure what I ultimately ended up choosing, or if I ever did choose (I'm also pretty sure it wouldn't have been something that I would choose in real life).

My next dream was brief, but needs a little preface. I'm in a mediation class at school, where we are learning how to help people negotiate and problem-solve disputes. Yesterday we were working on a hypothetical where this old lady lived in this house where she'd lived for 60 years, and this law firm wanted to buy the property to build a new office building. The old lady wasn't sure she wanted to sell it, she'd put it on the market a few times but had never accepted any options. We brainstormed lots of different ideas, everything from leveling the house but letting her keep her gardens, moving the house, building a monument to her in our new building, giving her an apartment in our new office building, etc. So in my dream last night I came up with what I thought would be the perfect solution: start building office buildings above the existing house and letting her live there until she was ready to move out, at which point we would redo her house to fit better with the floors we had built above the house. Of course, now that I'm awake it seems less likely to work. Also, the point of mediation is not to have one party unilaterally come up with "the best agreement" but to have both parties work together to find a solution that is satisfactory to both parties.

Running Away and the Mexican Attack

It seemed like in my dream last night I had returned to my mission. I was in a threesome with one of my old companions and one of my friends from law school. For some reason we were driving outside the city and trying to find a place to live or camp out in the country along the side of a road. Our car was filled with our stuff, like maybe we were running away. I think I remember being worried about the elders in our district, but mostly only one of them. On our first attempt, we didn't find any running/clean water that we would be able to use. On our second attempt, we did find a stream on the side of the road, along with a lot of snow, so that we wouldn't be able to get out of the car to the water without getting our feet soaked in icy water (we of course didn't have snow clothes or shoes).

Somehow, the Lexis rep from law school found us and told us that Mexico had threatened to invade California, specifically by digging a tunnel under California and blowing it up from beneath. This got us worried, since my family and one of my companion's family were in California. We called the mission president and admitted that we had run away and were clear out in the country on the north side. (It wasn't as bad as if I had actually done this while I was on my mission, because now the north and south missions are combined, so at least we hadn't left the mission boundaries.) I also received a call from my Dad. He was driving with Joel and Mandy back from Laguna, or wherever they had gone for the night, because it was closer to the beach and therefore safer from the Mexican attack (I don't get that logic, but in the dream that made sense). He told me they were driving back because the just couldn't live in fear all the time. My mom wasn't with them, but was going to be joining them soon.

Then all of a sudden I was with them in California, in my grandparents' house (my grandparents don't live in California in real life, just in this dream). I was comparing that house to the house they lived in when I was little. I was close, but not exactly the same. The Mexican threat was still going on, and we were living off of food in the garden. My dad was going to make juice out of water, a package of Kool-aid, and the most rotten fruit he could find in the garden, because it would be the sweetest.