Dream

This is the dream that I had last night...

I don’t remember the first part, but what I do remember, I had gotten off the bus at a weird bus stop which was a giant slab of concrete out by a vast desert. I looked around and saw that a man was approaching, and that there were tons of people milling around. The man shouted something when he got close, and the people began to run around, instead of mill around. When the man got to the slab, there were four men who stood up and the rest of the crowd parted. The first man, who was slightly in front of the rest, looked like a John Wayne type. The other three, lined up behind him, were also cowboy like. The man shouted that there needed to someone more, and I suddenly volunteered, for what, I don’t know. The man nodded and I entered the building behind the bus stop, which turned into my grandparents house, and began to pack. One thing I packed was my boom box, the other thing was a guitar bag which had a thin electric guitar in the bottom. After a I packed up, I left the building, saying goodbye to Grandma, who was in the house, and saw that outside there were about five or six cars lined up, and every one had one of my best friends. I went around saying goodbye to everyone, until I came to the last car, a red English sports car. I approached it from the American drivers side, and the driver climbed out of the car on that side, climbing over the passenger seat. He[1] gave me the biggest hug, and I hugged him back, my hand on the back of his neck, touching his short hair. Then I started sobbing. I didn’t really want to leave. After what seemed like forever[2], he let me go and I ran back into the building, which was then the apartment behind grandma’s house. I found my mom packing and she asked me what I had packed. I showed her my boom box and the top part of the guitar bag, but then after looking at the bottom part and being reminded of the guy and the hug, I said she wasn’t allowed to look at that, that she was too young. She got mad at that, but in my mind, she was too young to be allowed to see it. Then Mom and I went outside and started to leave with the men. I looked for Free again, but his car was gone and only his sister, Show, was there, doing a lap dance for whom ever was in the car… I was very sad.
After I had woken up, I began to imagine what might have happened had I stayed asleep. He might have driven back with a packed bag and gave me another hug saying that he couldn’t let me leave without him, and then he walked with me, his arm around my waist.

[1] He was kind of short, just a little bit shorter than me, and absolutely gorgeous. He was also, for some reason, called Free.
[2] And I wish it had gone on forever

Yeah... So... That was my dream... I was so sad to wake up... But wake up I did around 6:30. I don't know why I woke up, because there was no sound anywhere and I was really tired. But I woke up, and couldn't get back to sleep for a long time. Then I was woken up by Dad around 9 for breakfast. Breakfast was a cinnamon tea ring and eggs. After that, we watched the first session of LDS General Conference. It was really good. I loved the talk by Kenneth Johnson, a member of the quorum of the Seventy. His voice sounded a little like Jim Dale and was fun to listen too.

Tonight at work is going to be interesting. The Saturday night of General Conference is always the Priesthood session and after it's over at 8 O'Clock, all the men all over the place go straight to Arctic Circle for shakes. That means hundreds of shirt and ties coming in and asking for ten shakes an order. I was there for it last year, and believe me. It's VERY hectic.

Laters!