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.

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!"

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.

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.

World War III Refugee

I was in New York during World War III, and Afghanistan had taken over the area I was in. As soon as the take-over happened, the area turned to desert.

Because of the take-over, I ran away to some bombed out apartment building with some friends, parents, and friends' younger siblings. Then the people who lived in the apartment we were in came home, so we went to Devin's house because two of his younger brothers were with us. Somewhere along the way we lost a few people.

At Devin's house, we met him, his 1-year-old twin brothers, and another brother who was about 13 and was Devin's older brother, even though Devin was 16. There also might have been one other teenage brother.

Then we- a bunch of teenagers including me but not Devin, plus a bunch of young kids- went to live in an empty hotel room. At some point Cody, a bellboy, discovered us and helped us get food. Our parents didn't know we were alive. Phil (a guy who creeped me out) also joined us and I got engaged to him. I wore my ring on my right thumb or ring finger- I think it may have alternated. Once in a while I thought maybe I shouldn't marry Phil, but I stayed with him. A couple times I heard that we were in the hotel for 3 years. The second time, I remarked that we were old enough to get married, counted in my head to discover that I was 19, and wondered where Phil got my engagement ring from.

Then Cody came in and as we were ordering dinner from room service, the hotel manager discovered us and said he might turn us in but would give us a certain amount of time first. I ran out to find a place for us to relocate to, accomplished nothing, and returned to find our parents and government officials. I saw Mom's reaction to the news of my being alive in a Baby Blues comic strip- Mom was Wanda MacPherson. She cried happy tears at the news. Mom seemed pleased to hear of my engagement.

Choir and an Operation

All the kids in Key Club (a high school service club I belonged to) were in a choir class together and we were singing. Class ended and I went with a female friend across the hall to the girls' locker room, then through a door into the boys' locker room to talk to Greg. I was trying to show I liked him and at the same time get a feel for how he felt about me. We talked about nothing in particular until I had to leave because choir was going to be starting again soon. My friend and I pulled up our shirts to show our bras and left the room. When we got to the deserted girls' locker room we pulled our shirts back down to be modest. Apparently it wasn't immodest in the boys' locker room.

Then we went back to choir, where they were trying to take a group picture. Class ended again, I went to talk to Greg again, and then I went back to class, where they were still trying to get good pictures. Then class ended and I went to talk to Greg again, but he had hurt himself playing football. They were going to amputate his legs.

I followed some doctors to my house, where there were more doctors talking amongst themselves in the kitchen. I asked how Greg was doing and what his future would be like. One of the doctors showed me his own artificial legs and I thought how much more realistic prosthetic limbs are getting. Then another doctor led me to my parents' bedroom, where the surgery had taken place. Greg was lying on the bed. The doctor took away the legs which had been cut off about an inch below the knee. He (doctor) started worrying about something, then left.

I got up on the bed next to Greg and we made small talk. I left a couple times, but I came back each time and we kept talking.