Friday, February 18, 2011

Chicago, BYU Basketball, and the Mall

Let's see if I can straiten out any of the jumbled thoughts of dreams that I have.

I had a dream I was in Chicago again. Of course, it looked very little like what Chicago looks like. It does look like what Chicago has looked like in other dreams I've had though. It seems there were 2 families from my mission, from separate areas, that I kept getting confused because both of the mothers in the family had the same color of hair and the same number of kids. I don't remember much else.

Then I was back at BYU. It looked nothing like BYU, but it had to be BYU, because we were at a basketball game where we had beaten the other team so badly the coach didn't know what to say to the team in the locker room. We of course rushed the court, and members of my ward were there. It seems like Jimmer was too, but I don't think he personally had much to do with the dream. There were some weird guys there to sabotage something, and one guy had a chain around his neck that he took off to go to the court, and it got wrapped around the coach's ankle, and he was mad. Then this one girl and I were trying to sneak around to do something, and ended up being kidnapped by her used to be boyfriend (though in the dream they were still dating) and for some reason he thought we were the same person even though we look nothing alike. I had to sneak around so he wouldn't figure it out.

Then it was like I was living in a shopping mall or something, or had an apartment on one level of the mall. I was still sneaking around from the earlier part of the dream. I was going to go see "The Little Mermaid" at the theater on the bottom floor of the mall with people in my ward, yet I didn't have my wallet with me, so I had to go up to the top floor where my apartment/room was. Instead of finding an elevator, I ran up the down escalators (no wonder I was still so tired when I woke up!). In my room, my bishop's wife and someone who seemed like a senior missionary were talking about my brother and whether he would ever marry a girl that they know.

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