Research and Bus Schedule

This week is my fall break. I should be enjoying the week with no classes, right?

Last night I had a dream that I was researching for my substantial writing paper that I'm doing this semester. I woke up so stressed out about it, and didn't sleep well the rest of the night.

I also had a dream that I was at BYU waiting for a bus to take me to the airport to fly home for Thanksgiving. I wanted to stop at a store or something on the way to the airport. I kept trying to look the bus schedule up online to see if I would make my flight on time. The airport seemed to be in the next town over instead of an hour away.

Late Night Confusion

Last night I dreamed I was at a law school review until one in the morning. For some reason I was studying in a bed, and a married guy wanted to sit there too, so I kept moving further away from him so as to not give off any impressions of anything. All while sitting through a review session. Then I went home to a house that was a cross between the house we lived in during elementary school and the house we lived in during junior high and high school. The hallway with the bedrooms was L shaped, but my parent's bedroom was on the end right before you go downstairs.

When I got home, I was on the phone with my mom, telling her about it, and told her that I'd come in her room to talk more. I was trying to be quiet, even though the people in the other bedrooms were having a loud conversation. These people were other people I've met during law school. I was probably going to have to share a room with one of them and sleep in the day bed that night.

When I woke up from this dream, I had no idea where I was. The room was so dark. I could see the window, and it was on the same wall as the window in my elementary school bedroom, but the bed was facing a different direction. Then I heard someone move, and I wondered who I was sharing a room with. It took me a minute to remember I was married and this was Nick sharing a bed.

I knew I'd have to blog this experience, and so the dreams the rest of the night had me trying to write this down, in one dream on the kindle. One dream I was lost in Europe and was going to have to swim through a river to get to the airport to get home, so I had to find a way to waterproof all the electronics in my backpack.

Funeral/Piano Recital

I was at my cousins' house for a funeral and piano recital. Why they were having both in the same day I'm just not sure. Between the funeral and the piano recital they served pizza and breadsticks. Why that instead of regular funeral food I'm also not sure. Anyways, I ate the last of the breadsticks, after I thought I had checked to make sure that everyone who'd wanted to eat them had the chance to. Apparently I either missed some people or misunderstood, because I got in trouble for eating the last breadsticks.

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."