Farmville Romance

We all live inside a facebook farming game like Farmville.

I used to date Tony, but we have broken up. I still like him, though. We are both lying down somewhere, me in front of him, and he cuddles up to me and reaches for my hand. We get back together.

To help out and to show how helpful I can be and what a good worker I am, I go to Tony's farm and pick some plants of his that are ready to harvest so that they won't wither on the vines. Tony isn't as pleased as I expected him to be, having wanted to do his own work. And I later find out that if I had waited just a little bit longer before picking them, he would have gotten extra bonuses. I don't think Tony realizes this and I don't tell him.

While cuddling again later on, I notice that Tony's hands are very cracked and dry. When we pull apart a bit, Tony mentions that my arms look like they could use some attention. I look down and notice that they are scratched up a bit from the contact with Tony's arms. I say that I'll put some lotion on them later and point out to Tony the dryness of his own hands and arms.

At some point, we get married. There is never an actual wedding or even a proposal; in one scene we aren't married and in the next we are.

My brother and his wife own the farm next to ours. We feel free to take produce from each other's farms as we wish. One day, I decide to pick apples from their tree. The first one I pick doesn't seem very ripe, so Tony encourages me to go to their grocery store to find out if the apples really are ripe. So I go. While there, I start to load up on other produce there until I realize that I have to actually pay for it and everything is too expensive for me. I also then realize that I stole the apple from their tree and will have to pay for it if I get caught. I try to hide the apple so that nobody will find out, but then I notice that the apple is diseased and should be thrown away. As I am going to throw it away, I see that the apple isn't really diseased - it is alive. It's some sort of apple monster.

Time skips ahead and we are at a family party in a house that is set up a lot like my grandma's house. I am downstairs looking for something. Tony joins me. Nobody else knows where we are so somebody is sent to look for us.

Around this time I realize that I am pregnant.

We are found and brought upstairs to the party. I for some reason need to pretend that I am drunk. Our servant, who we have been trying to get to join the family for years, finally does so. He sits down at a place set for him next to me. Everybody is glad he finally joined us, but the real reason he sat there was to put some distance between me and Tony, who he does not approve of. There are now two or three people between us, including the servant. I am aware of his intentions but do not let them bother me because Tony and I are already married and I am pregnant with Tony's child.

Best Friend, Football, Refugees, and Aliens

I am high school age and I go to my best friend's house. I don't think this best friend is directly linked to any of my real life friends. To simplify storytelling, I will call her Anna. Anyway, Anna isn't around, but her dad greets me and turns on the heat for me, because it is very cold in the house. After a while, Anna comes out (she had apparently been in her bedroom) and we talk. Her dad comes back and turns the heat back on, even though it had never turned off that I was aware of - but it was cold again. Then I realize that the BYU football game was going on. I had forgotten that they were playing in the morning that day. So I go downstairs to watch some football with her brothers.

Downstairs, her brothers are playing pool. The game is playing on a flat-screen TV high up on one of the walls, like in a sports bar. I need to go to the bathroom, so I look for it. The house is laid out exactly like my house was before being remodeled, so I think I should be able to find the bathroom, but I don't know where it is right away. After a moment's thought I head off in what I think is the right direction, but one of Anna's brothers stops me and leads me off in the right direction. I had been headed for the girls' locker room.

On our way to the bathroom, we see a couple of strangers walk into the house off the street, I think through the garage. We stay out of sight while they pass and then turn back to the main part of the house to let the others know that strange people are just walking into the house. But when we get back there, the house has turned into a hardware store - think Lowes. It is now an unofficial refugee center. Nobody actually agreed to it, but people from all over are coming here because they have been evacuated from their homes. I find a lot of my friends from school, including some boy that I have apparently been flirting with a lot lately. Everybody expects us to get together, including me. Then I run into my brother - not one of my real brothers, but someone only existing in this dream. I believe his name is Travis.

We start looking for my sister, who we know is around here somewhere. Eventually we get the idea to start calling her name. She responds and we go over to her where she is bundled up in a sleeping bag and blankets to protect herself from the cold. The whole aisle is packed with similarly bundled people who are all being completely silent. Travis and I think that she must have left home because it was too cold there, but she says she left because it was too hot and it would be cheaper to keep the house cool without her.

 I now know that I am one of the mean, popular girls at our high school. Travis is less popular than I am, but the boy who is to become my boyfriend is more popular. Popularity at our school is very tied to how mean you are in some important, complicated manner.

I go to the parking lot with some new boy and we go off driving together. There was a very good reason for this, but I don't remember what it was. His car has a steering wheel in front of both the driver's seat and the front passenger seat, but only the driver's side wheel actually steers anything. The passenger wheel somehow keeps the passengers from complaining about the driving. I think this system is very cool and enjoy steering the car as the boy actually drives us. We end up at a pond where a couple of kids are swimming.  I think by this point I am aware that the boy is an alien. Anyway, I look at the pond through some sort of alien viewing technology and can't see the kids, and I know this is bad. It turns out that if I can't see someone through the glass, they are dead. So we rescue the kids and take to an alien-operated facility where humans can be resurrected and returned to their homes. Aliens who bring them in are allowed to claim prize money in any amount they desire, but my alien turns down the reward.

While there, I learn that we are on a huge space station and scientists and governments are trying to figure out how to get us off. There is a huge group of humans here now, and somebody suggests that we should try to get closer to the sun to study it. But the space station is so huge and located in such a position that if we manage to get through the atmosphere on the sun side of the space station, we will immediately be roasted. Then it changes so that even standing on the surface of the sun side would kill us. We are currently on the side of the space station facing the moon and are within jumping distance of moon, so a bunch of people hop on over. I eventually join them.

There are aliens living there, native to the moon. They look sort of like they were built from steel-colored Tinker toys. At some point we return from the moon to earth, along with all the moon people.The moon people demand our rocks, cement, and concrete for food. We give it to them. They then leave moon dust powder all over our communities, which are basically bunkers dug into the ground.

Recent Literacy and Violence

I am in high school. Josh joins my English class and I am immediately besotted with him, paying him an embarrassing amount of attention and basically not paying any attention to anything or anybody unconnected with him. I learn that he did not learn to read until last year, yet he is incredibly well-read for a 17-year-old. (Note: in real life, Josh is in his mid to late 20s. My subconscious is just aware that 17 is a much more realistic age for a highschooler.) I am impressed with how much reading he managed to fit into that one year of literacy.

My cousin bursts into the classroom and jumps Josh, pushing him onto the floor, pounding on him and accusing him of beating up another relative of ours - I can't remember who, but think it was either a cousin or an aunt. At this point, we are across the classroom from where we had been before, right in front of the door. Then my parents and one of our aunts are there.

I tell my cousin to stop hitting Josh and that I know Josh would never have done something like that. I repeat this over and over again, to assure Josh and my parents that I know he didn't really do it. I really want my parents to like Josh and know that they won't if they think he beat up a relative. I also tell Josh to let himself be arrested because then he will get a fair investigation and can clear his name.

Magical Little Girl Me

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.

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.

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.

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.