In my dream last night, I was a missionary again. At one point I was with some of my companions from my real mission, and I got a couple of packages from my mom's old college roommates, and at first I thought they were a mistake, like they should have gone to my mom but somehow the names and addresses got mixed up. I later figured they were supposed to come to me. Both packages had a book in them, published by the same publisher. I think one of the books was to prepare someone for marriage, the other I don't remember.
Then I was with a little Asian companion (I don't think it was Sister Jung, my real Korean companion). We were actually at my house back in California, I'm not sure why, and we had a really nice dark wood banister, but it was broken at the top, and I felt so bad about it, like it was somehow my fault, even though I had no idea how it broke. This little Asian sister had seen me hit another sister with a shoe once, so when she was upset with me and we were packing to go somewhere (back to our mission president, perhaps?) she gathered up a lot of shoes and was going to hit me with them. I had to almost wrestle her to get my arms around her and tell her I was sorry that she'd seen me do that to the other missionary but it really isn't appropriate behavior, and that I wouldn't ever do that to her and so she shouldn't do that to me. She gave in, almost crying that she'd never had a tangerine. (Was that why she was mad at me, because she'd never had a tangerine?)
One other note. From my house in California, you could see across a body of water to see Salt Lake City. Like the temple was right on the water, and my house was right on the other side of it. It was beautiful, but doesn't make sense for a lot of reasons.
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