Relationship Confusion and Planned Wedding

I am in a class that is being taught in a very large bedroom. Most of the class is sitting on the floor but I get to spend at least part of the time on the bed. Zack is in the class with me along with several other students from his major. They will all be leaving on a field trip before class ends to someplace cold and are thus dressed for cold weather.

Apparently things have been awkward between Zack and me lately and I decide to leave him alone. But he starts talking to me like everything is fine.We have a pretty good conversation and I think we might be making progress in getting past what was wrong. After class, my teacher asks me how things have been going between me and Zack, which I think is strange and I wonder if she thinks we are dating or something. She says that she has noticed that sometimes we talk to each other very happily and other times we don't talk at all. I tell her that sometimes things are good between us and sometimes they aren't, and that I understand part of what changes things.

Mandy is apparently also a teacher who works closely with this other teacher, and I wonder if Mandy will learn from my teacher that I am dating Zack.

Everybody in the ward starts planning my wedding even though I am not engaged to anybody. I let them go on with it because I believe that Zack will get back from his trip and we will talk and agree to get married. I am extremely busy at this time with I don't know what and have no time to get involved in the planning myself.

Then it's the day before the wedding and I still haven't seen Zack. I am at the church and see Jenny, a sunbeam, carrying my wedding cake, which is decorated with real flowers. She turns the wrong way and I see that she is going to walk right into the door. I hesitate too long to correct her and she ends up smashing the cake, which falls to the floor. About half of it is completely ruined but the rest can be reassembled to make a smaller cake. I mention to the people there (Jenny, her mother Rebecca, and an older Relief Society woman) that I had seen the trouble and just hadn't reacted quickly enough. I then had to reassure them that I really liked the cake and that I want to have my future wedding cake to be decorated with flowers. In saying this, I revealed to myself that I did not see this wedding as my real wedding.

At some point a groom was chosen for me. I don't know who he was but have the impression that he is some sort of singer or rapper.

The morning of my wedding we have a breakfast party in the church multi-purpose room. Dad is supposed to give a speech introducing me. He tells me to sing the U's fight song. Instead, I stand up and sing the BYU fight song.

I run off for a while to work on whatever it is that has been keeping me so busy lately. The wedding is supposed to be starting now, but I guess what I had to do was very urgent. So they hold a talent show in the chapel to keep all the wedding guest occupied.

When I get back, I go up to the pulpit and thank everybody for coming in some humorous manner. I say a few other funny things and somebody who was on the stand for the talent show questions why I'm being so funny, and I say I have a hard time being serious. But then I do get serious. I tell all the ward members (the wedding guests) that I am actually not going to get married that day, but they are free to enjoy themselves at the wedding luncheon and reception and eat all the food. I am going to ask who it was they were going to have me marry since nobody ever told me, although I suspect he is a certain person seated on the stand for the talent show, but I wake up before I get to that part.

Job Interviews, Television, and Being Conned

Afternoon Nap

I am in the process of interviewing for a job. Between interviews, I mess around online - playing games, listening to words being pronounced, looking up information on minor interests, reading years-old forum threads - that sort of thing.

The last interview is a group interview in a sort of a classroom setting with somewhere between five and ten people there. It's going to last several hours so we have a couple breaks. During one break I wander into the small office where the previous interviews had taken place. I had my last interview either the day before or earlier that day and I notice that I had set down my house key and a quarter on a table and left them there. So I pick them up and put them in my pocket.

After I rejoin the other interviewees the conversation turns to the topic of some newish movie or television program. Another girl says that this show is a remake. I listen more closely to the conversation and realize that the plot of this show sounds very similar to an episode of 21 Jump Street (80s crime show), so I join the other girl in saying that it must be a remake. The boy we are talking to most refuses to believe it, and as he goes into detail I realize that there are some very telling differences. I eventually figure that the show he is talking about is actually a parody of the remake.

I remember that I had previously made arrangements through email to rent an apartment somewhere far away from here. Because this job is nearby, I do not need the apartment so I try to back out of the lease. But when I look through my emails, I realize that when I had clicked a link in one of the emails from the apartment managers, they had automatically deducted $30 from my bank account, even though we had agreed that I would not be paying them anything until I moved in. We realize that email was actually part of a phishing scam and not from the real apartment managers. I had received one other email claiming to be from the managers and we try to cancel my rental contract and figure out whether the other email had come from the real management and if more of my money had been stolen, and if so, we were going to try to get it back. Somehow we know that this second email would have taken more money - at least a couple hundred dollars - and that there was at least a chance we could get that money back if it had been stolen, but the scam from the first email would be impossible to fix.

Time Crime, Going on the Lam, and Hiding Out

I am time travelling with some youngish man who is obviously important to me, though I don't know in what manner. Then we learn that by travelling to the future, we have upset the balance of the universe and he will die if we don't set everything right. So we and another couple in the same situation get together and attempt to set everything back how it should be, except bringing back an invention that the guy I'm traveling with had come up with while in the future. Because we have a limited time to get back, the other couple attempts to leave without us, but we manage to stop them until we are ready.

Then I'm back home, where I learn that my dad and I are both being pursued by time police. I think Dad gets away somewhere, because he doesn't seem to be present after a few minutes, but I'm not sure. Then I find out that the time police are about to come to get me (from Grandma's house, where we seem to be living in the basement). My mom wants to have one last family gathering, but while she is getting Grandma, I sneak out of the house because I know that we don't have time for that and this way, my family won't know where I'm going and so will have nothing to hide.

As I'm running off, I try to think of somebody I know well enough to crash with for a while but who nobody would think I would stay with. I come up with the Johnson family. So I go to their house and ask if I can stay with them for a while. They give their permission. I live in their basement, along with their daughter Lisa and her son Josh. For some reason, Lisa's husband is not with them.

I stay for several days, just hanging out in the basement. At one point I am included in a family dinner at which their son Nick talks about Mary, a friend of mine who he liked in high school. I feel like I have a big secret just knowing Mary and keep waiting to be given an opportunity to share what I know about her and her feelings about Nick.

Around this time, it occurs to somebody that I might like to shower and get some clean clothes after wearing the same thing for days at a time.

The Johnsons' grandparents are now also living in the basement. The grandmother seems to really dislike me for some reason. Because I do not have a bed of my own, I nap on both of the grandparents' beds. Unfortunately, I bleed on the sheets. I try to rub it off. For some reason, after seeing me sleep on the grandfather's bed, the grandmother starts to like me a little.

Bus Trip and Harry Potter

I am married to Ted Banks, but we are estranged.

Max and I are going on a trip together. At the ticket counter in the airport, I discover that Ted's legal last name is  not actually Banks. His parents divorced and his father was not a presence in his life, so Ted socially goes by his mother's last name, Banks. His legal last name is something else that seems to have started with an O. This means that my last name is not Banks, as I had believed it to be, but that O name. But we are able to work things out without any problem.

Even though we are at an airport, our trip is on one of those fancy tour buses. I think Ted is actually on the bus with us, but we never interact with him. Max is a row or two behind me and Ted is behind him - maybe at the very back.

At some point during the trip, we get off at a supermarket. While there, I turn into an actress playing Hermione Granger, Max and Ted disappear from my consciousness, and the purpose of the trip has to do with our filming schedule and some sort of publicity tour. Before we get back on the bus, I use the bat bogey hex on somebody evil who is bothering me - apparently I am not just an actress playing Hermione, I am Hermione.

We get a school that is part of our publicity tour and Harry, Ron and I are taken inside to our dressing rooms. The school official in charge of the tour tries to take advantage of me or abuse me in some way. Now my consciousness transfers to either Harry or Ron, who casts Sectumsempra on the official. We get back on the bus and I rotate through being Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

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.