I am about 10 or 11 years old. A brown-haired gay guy named Ben is teaching me to see through enchantments. When I really focus, I am able to see that he is missing two fingers from his hand. The hand is enchanted so that most people see all the fingers there.
A little later on, he gives his hand to a witch to make some sort of magical amulet. This involves removing one or two more fingers. The hand still shows all fingers present due to the enchantment. Throughout the dream, I sometimes see him as still having his hand and sometimes don't - not due to an enchantment, but more because my subconscious forgets he is missing the hand. I see him as having both hands more and more frequently as the dream goes on.
Mandy, who had been our cook or some such thing, leaves to work elsewhere. We have a quick, sincere but not overly emotional goodbye.
Then I, still the same 10-11 year old girl, am an actress on a television show. In this show I have the ability to see the future of the people around me and am able to use that knowledge to change the course of events. I, the actress, also have the same ability and they often base things in the show on my experiences. At times I am not sure whether I am acting in the show or living in reality.
I see that Ben and a character played by Neil Patrick Harris are going to die. We are all bustling around to save the city from some huge threat. Then, when things have calmed down a bit, Ben goes off to his room. Soon I realize that this is when Ben dies so I run out into the living room and yell out for everybody to go give CPR. Neil Patrick Harris is the first to respond. As I run in with the rest of the cast, Neil Patrick Harris is lying on the floor, on his back, and Ben helps him up. This confuses me since Ben was supposed to be the one dying here. That is soon forgotten, and it is again Ben who has been saved. So I hug Ben, relieved to have saved his life. Then I hug Mandy, who says something about having enjoyed working with me. And then I hug Neil Patrick Harris, sad that he is going to die soon and hoping to see more of how he dies so that I can save him. Then I see in his future that he is not going to die soon - apparently when he saved Ben's life, he changed events enough so that he saved his own life as well. I make some sort of exclamation about how now he isn't going to die, which surprises everybody. They had all known Ben was going to die in the course of saving the city, but I had said nothing about Neil Patrick Harris's upcoming death.
Then I am in bed. I pick up my cellphone and I see that it is counting down to the time the alarm is set to go off -3... 2... 1. As it hits one, I turn off the alarm so it does not buzz. I just lay in bed for a while, enjoying the fact that I woke up myself and shut off the alarm before it went off. Then the real alarm starts beeping and I wake up.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
Novel and Campus Visit
Nap
I am writing a book about restoring a family to nobility after 50 years or so of their position being hidden away from the world. I am at the same time a character in the novel who is in love with one of the nobles. My readers suggest that I am focusing on the wrong person - the grandpa - when I seem much more interested in the storyline following his grandson, the one I am in love with.
Later, I go with my extended family to tour the student union at the U, which has apparently had some remodeling done. Luke, who worked there when we were undergrads, is still there. I am disappointed to see that he has taken up smoking. He says that I can guide my family around, but I have to tell an employee where I am going. My dad requests that we go upstairs. Luke hears the request and we go up.
There are two swimming pools behind the union now. It is stormy outside, so we do not go swimming. But we do manage to find a wooden ice skating rink, where my sisters and I start figure skating - only without actual skates. There is a class going on that we somehow don't disrupt, even with half my family just sitting out in the middle of the rink and my sisters and I "skating" around through the class. At some point during this, the rink transports to BYU.
I am writing a book about restoring a family to nobility after 50 years or so of their position being hidden away from the world. I am at the same time a character in the novel who is in love with one of the nobles. My readers suggest that I am focusing on the wrong person - the grandpa - when I seem much more interested in the storyline following his grandson, the one I am in love with.
Later, I go with my extended family to tour the student union at the U, which has apparently had some remodeling done. Luke, who worked there when we were undergrads, is still there. I am disappointed to see that he has taken up smoking. He says that I can guide my family around, but I have to tell an employee where I am going. My dad requests that we go upstairs. Luke hears the request and we go up.
There are two swimming pools behind the union now. It is stormy outside, so we do not go swimming. But we do manage to find a wooden ice skating rink, where my sisters and I start figure skating - only without actual skates. There is a class going on that we somehow don't disrupt, even with half my family just sitting out in the middle of the rink and my sisters and I "skating" around through the class. At some point during this, the rink transports to BYU.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Chinese Marriage
Somebody is applying great pressure on me to get married. I think I am Chinese.
Desiree proposes marriage to a Chinese guy named Wanli (sounds similar to Juan Lee). We somehow get into a debate about the missionary discussions.
Desiree proposes marriage to a Chinese guy named Wanli (sounds similar to Juan Lee). We somehow get into a debate about the missionary discussions.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Up the Mountain
Afternoon nap
I am at a bus stop, waiting for a bus going up the mountains.
Dad has been going up the mountains by train on a regular basis to meet up with people for some sort of hobby-related thing. Possibly soccer. The railway is on a not very strong cliff. There has not been an accident yet, but we are all nervous about him every time.
We decide to go hiking and drive partway up the mountain. Dad parks the van with the front tires about halfway off a cliff, pointing down at about a 45 degree angle. He gets out of the car with no problem. When I put my feet down on the car floor to try to get out, the car falls off the cliff and we bounce down to a lower ledge. I am, miraculously, unhurt. I get out of the car and walk up the mountain to a cabin.
In this cabin is a party hosted by Jason. This is apparently why I came up the mountain in the first place. They get me a cup of hot chocolate.
I am at a bus stop, waiting for a bus going up the mountains.
Dad has been going up the mountains by train on a regular basis to meet up with people for some sort of hobby-related thing. Possibly soccer. The railway is on a not very strong cliff. There has not been an accident yet, but we are all nervous about him every time.
We decide to go hiking and drive partway up the mountain. Dad parks the van with the front tires about halfway off a cliff, pointing down at about a 45 degree angle. He gets out of the car with no problem. When I put my feet down on the car floor to try to get out, the car falls off the cliff and we bounce down to a lower ledge. I am, miraculously, unhurt. I get out of the car and walk up the mountain to a cabin.
In this cabin is a party hosted by Jason. This is apparently why I came up the mountain in the first place. They get me a cup of hot chocolate.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Heartbreak and School Project
I am deeply heartbroken; so much so that I can't pay attention to anything that is going on around me. This leads to some problems with my schoolwork.
It is the end of the term, and there is a large project coming due that basically accounts for my entire grade in every class. My 9th-grade biology teacher is in charge of it. We work in groups.
Ian is in my group and is kind enough to help me out, telling me what it is I'm supposed to be doing and generally telling me everything I need to know that I missed because of my grief. He's fun to work with and talk to, and I think it might be nice to have him for a boyfriend. But that would be problematic because he is a cousin of the guy who initially broke my heart, who I know I am going to end up marrying someday.
It is the end of the term, and there is a large project coming due that basically accounts for my entire grade in every class. My 9th-grade biology teacher is in charge of it. We work in groups.
Ian is in my group and is kind enough to help me out, telling me what it is I'm supposed to be doing and generally telling me everything I need to know that I missed because of my grief. He's fun to work with and talk to, and I think it might be nice to have him for a boyfriend. But that would be problematic because he is a cousin of the guy who initially broke my heart, who I know I am going to end up marrying someday.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Nameless Boyfriend and a Play
Later, after getting up and going back to bed
I am not myself. I do not know who I am, but I have the impression of blondeness. My parents are divorced and I live with a father-character, who is not my dad.
A friend takes me home from school. I read a divorced parents magazine that has been left on a coffee table. It suggests serving meals at regular times, even if the parent does not want to eat then.
Later, dad-character tells me to eat dinner, which has been cooking. He does not eat himself. I serve myself and let him know that I had read the suggestion in the magazine and know what he is doing.
I have a boyfriend whose name I do not know, so I call him Dean Thomas because he reminds me of the Harry Potter character. We met at a party and started making out. So far that is all our relationship consists of, but we want to make it strong and fulfilling so plan on going on real dates starting very soon.
I am so excited about my relationship with "Dean" that I carry around a small bouquet of mylar balloons celebrating him. They get out of my grasp and float up to the ceiling, where I know they will pop, probably from the heat. There is some sort of chemical explanation. I exit the room quickly so I don't have to see and hear them pop.
I am now in a high school auditorium. We will be putting on a play. Somebody passes out papers listing the various capacities students can help in the play production. Included on the list are actors, people to care for the horses, hairdressers, makeup artists, lighting technicians, and "stage crew" - basically set builders in this context. There are other things listed as well, but I don't pay attention to them. I think about being a horse-carer (I find it strange that is an option at first, but then remember a previous play with live horses and accept it), then think that my sister would be good for that. I wonder why they need hairdressers and makeup artists when we did our own hair and makeup for The Sound of Music. And I decide I would like to help put together the sets because I didn't do my part in the previous play, even though all the cast was supposed to help out for at least an hour. And it sounds fun.
I am not myself. I do not know who I am, but I have the impression of blondeness. My parents are divorced and I live with a father-character, who is not my dad.
A friend takes me home from school. I read a divorced parents magazine that has been left on a coffee table. It suggests serving meals at regular times, even if the parent does not want to eat then.
Later, dad-character tells me to eat dinner, which has been cooking. He does not eat himself. I serve myself and let him know that I had read the suggestion in the magazine and know what he is doing.
I have a boyfriend whose name I do not know, so I call him Dean Thomas because he reminds me of the Harry Potter character. We met at a party and started making out. So far that is all our relationship consists of, but we want to make it strong and fulfilling so plan on going on real dates starting very soon.
I am so excited about my relationship with "Dean" that I carry around a small bouquet of mylar balloons celebrating him. They get out of my grasp and float up to the ceiling, where I know they will pop, probably from the heat. There is some sort of chemical explanation. I exit the room quickly so I don't have to see and hear them pop.
I am now in a high school auditorium. We will be putting on a play. Somebody passes out papers listing the various capacities students can help in the play production. Included on the list are actors, people to care for the horses, hairdressers, makeup artists, lighting technicians, and "stage crew" - basically set builders in this context. There are other things listed as well, but I don't pay attention to them. I think about being a horse-carer (I find it strange that is an option at first, but then remember a previous play with live horses and accept it), then think that my sister would be good for that. I wonder why they need hairdressers and makeup artists when we did our own hair and makeup for The Sound of Music. And I decide I would like to help put together the sets because I didn't do my part in the previous play, even though all the cast was supposed to help out for at least an hour. And it sounds fun.
Divorce and a Kiss
My parents are having some sort of conflict. Mom says they are going to talk things over. I expect that it will all get worked out. Then Mom shows up at school and tells us that she and Dad are getting a divorce.
It's time for school to start, so Mom follows me to class. I am having a hard time keeping calm after that news and end up walking out of first period, leaving Mom behind. I decide to talk to Scott about it, so I head downstairs to the food court/commons area, where I remember having seen him earlier. He is there but is surrounded by a crowd of people. So I decide to buy some ice cream. There are two places selling ice cream. I get in the line for the cheaper kind - which costs about $30 for a cone. The girl behind me kicks me while walking. I ask her to be careful and she gets very offended and makes a big scene about it. So I get in the other line, where the ice cream or sherbet is about $70 for a cone.
I end up getting out of line without buying any ice cream. I go over by where Scott and company are. He wants to talk to me, so I say a sentence. My voice breaks because I am so upset. He imitates me, teasing. Then he kisses me - a quick peck on the lips. I just stare at him in shock. First that he kissed me at all, and then that he did so in such a public place. He is surprised that I am surprised.
It's time for school to start, so Mom follows me to class. I am having a hard time keeping calm after that news and end up walking out of first period, leaving Mom behind. I decide to talk to Scott about it, so I head downstairs to the food court/commons area, where I remember having seen him earlier. He is there but is surrounded by a crowd of people. So I decide to buy some ice cream. There are two places selling ice cream. I get in the line for the cheaper kind - which costs about $30 for a cone. The girl behind me kicks me while walking. I ask her to be careful and she gets very offended and makes a big scene about it. So I get in the other line, where the ice cream or sherbet is about $70 for a cone.
I end up getting out of line without buying any ice cream. I go over by where Scott and company are. He wants to talk to me, so I say a sentence. My voice breaks because I am so upset. He imitates me, teasing. Then he kisses me - a quick peck on the lips. I just stare at him in shock. First that he kissed me at all, and then that he did so in such a public place. He is surprised that I am surprised.
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