Mission Conference

My mission didn't do any mission-wide conferences when I was there. The best we got were a few joint zone conferences. Nevertheless, in my dream last night, I was on my mission, at a mission conference. I don't remember who my companion was at the time. And I didn't recognize the apartment. But I must have been being transferred, because I was packing up and saying goodbye. Not only was it a mission conference, but a mission activity. And what else were we doing besides playing flag football, my favorite of all p-day activities? It even started to snow, but that never slows me down. I didn't recognize all of the elders playing football, only a few of them. Nevertheless it made me miss my mission, and all of the wonderful missionaries who were such a strength and support to me through my hardest times. I woke up really loving them and really missing them all.

Ferris Bueller

I had a dream I was watching "Ferris Bueller's Day Off." Only it was much more like "The Wonder Years." Apparently I think Fred Savage and Matthew Broderick look alike or something. I then thought I had been watching it on a Clearplay or something, and that all of the parts with the older sister waiting at the police station had been edited out, because I hadn't seen them, and thought those were the best parts.

Stalker

I had a dream that this mentally handicapped person was stalking a young girl, and it was really scary. I was part of the team that was investigating and trying to catch him so we could keep the girl safe and put him in an institution of some sort. There was a definite pattern to the incidents so we didn't think it would be very long before he was caught. But then he planted the evidence we were suspecting to find, and went and did something else. So this type of thing is cool when it's on a tv show like NCIS, but not so much when you're the one trying to figure it out. The Stalker eventually shot himself in the head, which ended our problem of trying to catch him, but unfortunately he was the son of a couple that I know, and so they were grieving. They went to the cemetery to communicate with another dead relative who would appear from time to time. This time they were going to receive comfort concerning their dead son.

Pooh Sticks

Do you remember the Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, and the game Pooh Sticks? They'd stand on one side of the bridge, through sticks in the river, and then go to the other side of the river to see which stick made it under the bridge the fastest. For some reason the game we played in my dream a few nights ago reminded me of this, though it's not that similar, as you'll see.

I was at some sort of black light restaurant/club/resort/lounge/facility where there were little tables scattered around a big room, with a large fountain/reflecting pool in the center. Oh, and there was a second story that was open to the main floor. I, with several of my friends from high school, were playing this game where you would throw things from the second story into the reflecting pool, and then throw something else and try to hit the first thing you threw. There was some sort of point system by how far it went and if you could hit something that was already down there.

One of my friends threw something so far that it either splashed all of the tables around the pool or it didn't land in the pool, or maybe both. So he got in trouble. And of course he didn't think it was fair that we could play without getting in trouble but he couldn't. I remember trying to explain to him that the game was for reasonable people, and he had never been reasonable. While thinking of the word reasonable, the definition of reasonable in torts flashed through my mind.

My husband was there, mingled in with my high school friends, but I didn't seem to know him very well, and I remember thinking "I could marry this guy," and then was like "wait, I already did."