Steve was invited to my grandparent's 24th of July party and asked if he should dress to get dirty. I said it wouldn't be too bad, but he should wear a shirt that could be washed.
But before the party, the US got into some sort of conflict with Germany and he got drafted and sent over there. A while later we get word that he was killed. Now, part of me is off to the side thinking, "Oh, I bet that the message got mixed up and he's really fine"- sort of like how I might predict what will happen in a book or movie. But the me that is active in the dream is of course pretty upset.
Amanda is there at the time and when I start crying she's like, "Hey, I didn't cry when I found out that (some guy I don't know) was killed. You shouldn't be crying about this."
And then I briefly get Steve confused with my brother and am like, "Hey, it's my brother who died- oh, wait, never mind. He's not my brother. But still, you don't know what our relationship was like."
The Germans force us to go to a magic show, and it has some scary stuff going on.
At the magic show, I find Karen talking to some other girl and start sobbing in Karen's lap, then apologize to the girl she was talking to. Neither of them seems all that bothered about the crying and they don't try to find out the reason for the crying.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Name Change, Mischief, and Autographs
I can't remember how all these fit together, but they seemed connected in the dream.
May parents decided to change my sister's name to Caitlin. I was the only one who had trouble with the change- everyone else would call her Caitlin and I'd get confused, or I would accidentally call her by her birth name or some variant nickname and she would be annoyed.
I was still in high school, and I ditched school and went to some other high school for some nefarious purpose. I ran into Elaine, who was there for an innocent reason, and she gave me a ride home, suspecting nothing.
George W. Bush and some famous athlete were signing autographs in my living room and I couldn't find anything I wanted either of them to sign.
May parents decided to change my sister's name to Caitlin. I was the only one who had trouble with the change- everyone else would call her Caitlin and I'd get confused, or I would accidentally call her by her birth name or some variant nickname and she would be annoyed.
I was still in high school, and I ditched school and went to some other high school for some nefarious purpose. I ran into Elaine, who was there for an innocent reason, and she gave me a ride home, suspecting nothing.
George W. Bush and some famous athlete were signing autographs in my living room and I couldn't find anything I wanted either of them to sign.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Interrupted Honeymoon, Adventure, and High School
It starts out in a room in my parents' house, between the bathroom and Mom and Dad's bedroom, with a couch against one wall and a big pile of blankets on the floor. It is my wedding night, and we will be spending it here.
So I'm in this room with my new husband, Paul, and I look at him and say, "I want to sleep with you."And he agrees to it, but looks as if this was the strangest idea he had ever heard and never would have thought of it himself.
But before we do anything, we notice Sarah in the room, and he says something like, "We can't do this with her here," and leaves. I talk to Sarah, and it turns out that she is married to both of us.
Now it jumps to the next morning. I wake up from a dream that my brother has been killed fighting in a war against Mexico. This dream upsets me so much that I go find Dad and my other brother to check with them to make sure that there is no war with Mexico and my brother is not really dead.
It gets a bit fuzzy here. There's stuff about food and flooding and a bunch of people splitting off into a couple groups, my group taking a car to go do all sorts of important dangerous stuff. Then we realize we need to head back to school, so we do so. We get to class late. This class is in a high school type classroom.
My sister and one other girl, who were in the other group, are not there yet. And then I remember that my brother was killed in the war with Mexico and get all depressed and go off and find my sister in the girls' restroom. We go back to class and I notice that I am wearing an outfit that I would never wear in real life. I don't remember exactly what it was, but I know it involved a mini-skirt, fuzziness, and the colors pink, white, and black. And I think the fuzziness may have been in some weird pattern.
So I'm in this room with my new husband, Paul, and I look at him and say, "I want to sleep with you."And he agrees to it, but looks as if this was the strangest idea he had ever heard and never would have thought of it himself.
But before we do anything, we notice Sarah in the room, and he says something like, "We can't do this with her here," and leaves. I talk to Sarah, and it turns out that she is married to both of us.
Now it jumps to the next morning. I wake up from a dream that my brother has been killed fighting in a war against Mexico. This dream upsets me so much that I go find Dad and my other brother to check with them to make sure that there is no war with Mexico and my brother is not really dead.
It gets a bit fuzzy here. There's stuff about food and flooding and a bunch of people splitting off into a couple groups, my group taking a car to go do all sorts of important dangerous stuff. Then we realize we need to head back to school, so we do so. We get to class late. This class is in a high school type classroom.
My sister and one other girl, who were in the other group, are not there yet. And then I remember that my brother was killed in the war with Mexico and get all depressed and go off and find my sister in the girls' restroom. We go back to class and I notice that I am wearing an outfit that I would never wear in real life. I don't remember exactly what it was, but I know it involved a mini-skirt, fuzziness, and the colors pink, white, and black. And I think the fuzziness may have been in some weird pattern.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Book Convention and Unwanted Affection
I was at some book fair thing with all the authors around to talk and sign books and such. And I was one of the authors- I had written some great award-winning young adult novel.
A fan came up to me and said how much he liked my book, and I asked if he'd read my other books. He was like, "What? You wrote other books?" Then I realized that the books I was thinking of were actually written by Shannon Hale. And I got to feeling depressed and unproductive since I'd only written one book. Some girl tried to cheer me up by saying that I was in a busy time of life, what with school and all, and I couldn't be expected to find the time to do much writing. And I replied that a lot of writers write during busier times in their life- they just make time for it. And then I remembered that I'm not even in school right now.
So I go wandering around, looking at the various books, when I come across this series of seven kids books. I pull a couple down and read the blurbs on the back, then see that the author is sitting at a table behind me. He is about 17 years old and already has this series of books out.
Then I end up in a school library- either elementary or junior high- and Andrew starts kissing me. It feels really gross and I try to get away, but he doesn't realize that I really don't want him kissing me. I eventually get away from him.
A fan came up to me and said how much he liked my book, and I asked if he'd read my other books. He was like, "What? You wrote other books?" Then I realized that the books I was thinking of were actually written by Shannon Hale. And I got to feeling depressed and unproductive since I'd only written one book. Some girl tried to cheer me up by saying that I was in a busy time of life, what with school and all, and I couldn't be expected to find the time to do much writing. And I replied that a lot of writers write during busier times in their life- they just make time for it. And then I remembered that I'm not even in school right now.
So I go wandering around, looking at the various books, when I come across this series of seven kids books. I pull a couple down and read the blurbs on the back, then see that the author is sitting at a table behind me. He is about 17 years old and already has this series of books out.
Then I end up in a school library- either elementary or junior high- and Andrew starts kissing me. It feels really gross and I try to get away, but he doesn't realize that I really don't want him kissing me. I eventually get away from him.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Heroics at the Mall
I am part of some sort of power ranger or transformer team saving the world from a threat the general population does not know about. I am able to transform into a dinosaur and then project a hologram of a car over myself so I can go around carrying people and not raise suspicion. Except I'm doing this inside of a mall, so a car going around really would draw attention.
At some point during this dream, I am doing something- playing pool?- with Ken, and I find myself thinking of him in some sort of romantic sense, only in my dream he is my brother and I keep thinking, "No, you can't think about him like that. He's your brother!"
At some point during this dream, I am doing something- playing pool?- with Ken, and I find myself thinking of him in some sort of romantic sense, only in my dream he is my brother and I keep thinking, "No, you can't think about him like that. He's your brother!"
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Easter
On Easter Sunday, I went to church in the ward I grew up in. The Winstons had gotten divorced and the wife, Flora, was engaged to some man who was openly dating other women.
I went to work in the nursery after Sacrament meeting. I started setting out snacks for about 10 kids- foil wrapped chocolate eggs from my own Easter basket. But there was actually only one kid there- Peter Winston, who was about 5 and shouldn't have been there.
Katie and Annette were in the nursery with me, as well as Flora and some guy who was just like Chris only blond. And in the dream, I definitely remember thinking, "This guy is a lot like Chris."
Not-Chris guy would not believe that I'm smart, so Katie and Annette told me to show him my standardized test scores. So I went and got the score sheets from a filing cabinet in the Relief Society room, then showed him the scores.
I went to work in the nursery after Sacrament meeting. I started setting out snacks for about 10 kids- foil wrapped chocolate eggs from my own Easter basket. But there was actually only one kid there- Peter Winston, who was about 5 and shouldn't have been there.
Katie and Annette were in the nursery with me, as well as Flora and some guy who was just like Chris only blond. And in the dream, I definitely remember thinking, "This guy is a lot like Chris."
Not-Chris guy would not believe that I'm smart, so Katie and Annette told me to show him my standardized test scores. So I went and got the score sheets from a filing cabinet in the Relief Society room, then showed him the scores.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Job Search
I found out a job had opened up at a company where my former boss worked. This former boss had promised to take me back even if they weren't hiring, so I felt reasonably confident about getting the position. So I went in to interview and he explained the job- it had something to do with taking care of older kids and teenagers, and I would spend nights there- and gave me the tour.
A little later on I hadn't heard back, so I went to the company to see what was going on.
Carson had gotten the job, which was now a regular office job, and had been given what would have been my bedroom as an office. And he had a ton of newspaper clippings about my brothers taped to the office door.
A little later on I hadn't heard back, so I went to the company to see what was going on.
Carson had gotten the job, which was now a regular office job, and had been given what would have been my bedroom as an office. And he had a ton of newspaper clippings about my brothers taped to the office door.
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