What does war, roller skating, and RC Willey have in common? Me.

I have recently talked about the nightmares from Larium I have been having, but I do not believe I have exhausted the subject of dreams-though I am exhausted because of them.  We sleep 1/3 of ours lives away.  Anyone ever wonder what we are doing during that time?  I've decided that once in awhile I just need to flesh them out on paper.  Sometimes I like to play with some silly interpretations on dreammoods.com.  Anyways, here is one I had last night.  Some names have obviously been changed.

Somehow I run into Professor B., my research faculty mentor, outside of class.  He explains that his son is outside the door and kind of hints that he is single.  I do not want to go out with him, but I decide that I will.  I leave the room and go up to this boy.  He looks very different than the pictures that I saw of him on facebook.  His hair is long, brown and disheveled instead of a short, red head missionary cut.  I am embarrassed.  I tell him this is awkward.  He agrees, but we decide to go rock climbing for our date.

I do not remember much of what happened climbing, but I know that we were bouldering.  Chase was there, and maybe Rachel.  Professor B’s son came late, said something inappropriate that I do not remember, and then started to freak me out.  I started to climb so that he would stop.  It is only after I got down that I realized I was climbing in my black sweater dress—a really cute, sexy black dress I bought when I worked at Charlotte Russe, but feel slightly uncomfortable in because it is a little short.  Chase gives me a hard time when I come down, and I am mortified that I wore a dress climbing, especially with this particular young man.  Somehow my date is gone. I tell my friends that he was coming onto me, and I don’t remember the end of it.

I am somehow at this boarding school, but it is more like a University.  There were thousands of people, but it did not look a thing like BYU.  We were having some kind of ball, and the boy I really wanted to be there was clearly not showing up.  I am sad about this in the dream, and keep checking my phone for any texts that might have gone astray.  Somehow I did miss one that seemed to hint that if he were to show up, he would have danced with me.  This makes me feel a little bit better.

While at the dance, I never seem to meet or dance with anyone.  I know I feel pretty, but I do not remember what I am wearing or why.  I just remember noting the girl in front of me, possibly a roommate, wearing a sleeveless purple dress that did not fit her back right.  I was not a fan, but I did not have the heart to tell her.

Things change a lot from here.  Somehow war has broken out.  I do not remember the specifics, but I do remember there being some kind of peace treaty that fell through.  It seemed to come on after church.  That same boy that I liked at the dance was walking through the halls in order to pick up his little sister from primary.  I just went outside and put on some roller blades.  (Yeah.. what the heck?)

I start skating fast, weaving in-between people and not minding the danger of falling down on the gravel.  I recognize how fast I am going, but realize that my right foot does not have the break I wanted it to have, and just forget all about it until that same boy came and found me near a tree.  He compliments me on my skating skills, but we don’t get far into that conversation before we notice that there is a standing army in camouflage marching onto the hill.  There are lines of these men for miles and miles.  No one scatters immediately, confused because we thought of the peace treaty, but finally we all dash off.

I dart into something like a public bathroom.  I tried to hide in the shower, but I was never feeling very confident about that hiding place.  I am with one other girl.  Suddenly my cousin, JH, comes riding through on a bike.  We do not know if he is the enemy (and I think we even thought German was the enemy at this point), and so we interrogate him.  Naturally, since he is my cousin, I am more hopeful that it is not the case.  He nervously rides his bike tire over my foot and then finally explains that he is just a “pansy white boy.”  I am ashamed, but decide to give up my hiding spot in the shower so that he can have shelter.  I then take off one of my roller blades and give them to him, explaining that if he should  get into combat, hitting someone over the head with one of them would be a choice weapon.

Suddenly I do not exist and am looking at the life of a little boy and his friend.  I do not remember what happened with the, but later in the dream I see him chained to his friends dead body in some kind of cave.  Suddenly a rock comes flying out of the sky and breaks the handcuffs just as water is flooding in.  The boy escapes, never looking back at the dead body of his friend.  This happened throughout my dream, like a foil or side story or something.  Weird.

Then we come back to me.  I am in some kind of store like RC Willey and there is a woman at a computer monitor asking if anyone speaks Spanish.  I tell her a little, although I feel like I should have let on that I know more than that.  I come over, and she tries to get me to help her with a computer problem she is having.  I am speaking Spanish by now, but the computer problem is only getting worse.  All of her documents have turned into little tiny screen windows and some of them even go black and flickery.  I tell her it is no use, just as someone comes in behind me.  I am, for whatever reason, trying to impress this person with my mad Spanish skills, but just like that I start losing the right words and look like an idiot.

I keep trying to help this woman though.  I guess the real problem was not her computer, but rather some kind of sickness with her pregnancy.  She is laying down on a table, wearing a black shirt stretched tight over her pregnant stomach, and is explaining to me that she has a bladder infection and needs to change into more comfortable pants.  I help her, but I notice that the brand of her jeans are called “N. Henry.”  I excitedly explain how interesting that is because they are the name of one of my friends.  She does not seem too interested.  In fact, she seems annoyed at my Spanish and can now magically speak English.  I decide to leave her.  We are in a war after all.

I keep thinking about the pants with N’s name on them.  I then remember that he had texted me something earlier that day or something, but I could not be certain it was him because I put his name into my phone wrong.  I assume that maybe he likes me.

Somehow I am running along a coastline.  I remember wearing pearl earrings, but one had fallen out.  I was worried that it would seal off my freshly pierced ears, and I wondered if I should take the other one out so that it was even.  I did not have time to resolve that problem, because suddenly I see birds coming in, but they look much more like fighter jets.  Both seem perilous to me in my dream, and I naturally know that both are the enemy.  I decide to hide in the ocean until they pass.  I duck under the water, but the birds decide to take a rest there.  I knew that they would need that rest since they had just flown across the entire ocean, but I did not know it would take them a whole day!  I kept hiding in the lake, and in my dream the background colors change as the sun moves position in the sky.  It was clear that a lot of time had passed and I was very frustrated.  Finally, they leave, and I start on the move again.

After wandering for some time, I stumble upon a well-groomed public park. There are all kinds of people there celebrating, and I wonder if the war is over but I failed to get the message. I go to the far corner of the park and find that my extending family is there.  Both my mom and my dad’s side.  Grandpa Rueckert tries to give me a hug, but I turn my back towards him and do not give him a hug back.  He does not seem to notice.  I also see Grandma Arlene coming in and giving Grandpa Taysom a hug.  She is crying.  People around me say that it is because she has been praying, but they say it in almost a taunting tone.  I try to ask if the war is over, but no one gives me a straight answer.  I then assume that a lot of us would not be coming back to this park alive, so I start to inquire about my brothers.  No one has seen Michael or Daniel, although I tell them I had seen Daniel a day or too earlier.  (Was he the boy chained to the other boys body?).  They assure me that he will call.  I was not convinced.

I remember feeling dejected and removed from my family and on guard from the war.

Then I woke up.