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.
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