Terrorists on Campus

I am in a very demanding college-level class to which I am frequently late because my watch is three minutes slower than the classroom clock. I don't figure out that is the problem until about halfway through the course.

Some terrorist woman sends a threatening email to all psychology students, then shows up on campus. A large crowd gathers. The terrorist has one student selected out of the crowd who she says she will kill if he can't finish some challenge in time. I see my mother and sisters at the edge of the crowd and tell them to run and get into the car, where she (the terrorist) won't be able to hurt them when she starts shooting. They obey. Shooting starts and the rest of the crowd starts running. Arthur is in the crowd and is still ten years old so is unable to run as fast as the others and is being specifically targeted by the terrorist (who I will call Jill so I can stop saying 'the terrorist'). I somehow help him and take him to our car with me. We manage to get away safely.

A while later, we are back on campus and Jill does the same thing again. But this time she is even more focused on Arthur. So I take him back to our car again, but this time I tell him to pretend he is my little brother and say his name is Andrew. When we get into the car I tell my sisters the same thing. Mom gets there after Jill and am afraid she will blow our cover, but she doesn't. Jill doesn't believe that Arthur is my brother Andrew, but she has no proof so lets us get away.

We get home, Arthur with us. I go looking for Mom and find her in her bedroom, all tied up. Jill is there as well with a timer. She says Mom will blow up if we can't solve some puzzle and complete a challenge in ten minutes. I try to listen to the challenge and think of a clever way to solve it quickly but am unable to focus and don't really hear what she says. Images of illuminated manuscripts and such flash in front of my eyes.

After waking up and going back to bed:

My sisters and I are driving by campus, looking for a place that is supposed to have really good fries. When we get out of the car, we see dismembered limbs all over the grass. Jill had been there again.

We go to the police station to talk to the detective in charge of the investigation into the recent terrorist activities. His office door is closed. We go to a room where we are supposed to have an interview. For some reason we don't trust the people there so we go downstairs again to talk to the officer in charge. He tells us to go away and not bother him, so we go back to the interview. It turns out that the men we were meant to talk to are terrorists. We manage to get away again and break into the office, the terrorists following us. They are arrested.

Pregnancy and Setting the Record Straight

This was a dream-within-a-dream but I don't remember any of the details of the frame dream, just that I had dreamed that I dreamed this. Hopefully that made some sort of sense.

I am pregnant from a date rape.

A while into the dream, I am starting to show. I feel like I need to tell all the women in Relief Society about the rape so that they know I am still chaste. I am very comfortable talking about it, but the right time for such a serious discussion never comes.

Janine picks me up and carries me around some sort of house where the Relief Society ladies are gathered.

I am hanging out with Daniel. A doctor or bishop who I have an appointment with comes over to talk to us and assumes that Daniel is the father of my baby, but I correct him, saying that I had been date raped and that Daniel is a good guy and would never do such a thing.

School and a Storm

I am in my first period of the day at high school. The bell rings and I go to second period, English, which is being taught by my seventh and ninth grade English teacher. We have a spelling test. I start writing the words on my paper, then realize that the teacher hadn't told us what we are meant to be spelling yet. So I go back and erase all the words so that I can't be accused of cheating. But while I am doing so, I miss about half of the words being read out, and I am afraid to ask her to repeat them but know if I ask anybody else I will be suspected of cheating and if I don't ask anybody I will fail the test.

It is storming outside and an announcement comes over the intercom telling us about it. I think that they will send us home, rescuing me from my dilemma, but it seems that if the storm gets too bad we will just have to stay at school until it blows over.

Seven-year-old Heidi is in class with us, apparently because her mother is in labor. One of the other students asks where Heidi will go after school since her mother won't be at home to take care of her. I am so eager to show off my knowledge and my connection to the family that I blurt out that Heidi is staying with her grandmother. Then Heidi confirms it, which reminds me that she is in the class and I feel silly for answering for her.

Chauffeuring, a Puzzle, and an Assassin

My family is giving President Obama a ride somewhere in our minivan. Because we have the president with us there is a lot of security around in the form of other cars driving in front of, behind, and beside us to provide cover; a couple of Secret Service agents in the car with us; and several more agents running alongside the car with guns wearing cool white armored full-body suits. Sort of like a not-very-bulky spacesuit.

We go to a museum. While wandering around and looking at the exhibits we are informed that a general authority wants to kill us because we are helping President Obama. This general authority it turns out is a seventy. Dad comments that President Hinckley made a mistake in picking that particular man.

There is a magnetic world map puzzle on one wall and my sister and I start to work on it. While we are working, an unfamiliar man comes up behind us and starts talking to us, encouraging us in our work and calling us by name. I recognize that he is the man who wants to kill us. I keep looking at my sister out of the corner of my eye because I know she also realizes who he is and am glad to see that she is doing a good job of not seeming frightened of him. We keep working on the puzzle. While trying to fit in some of the individual pieces I realize that some pieces already connected are in the wrong place, so I start to move them around.

Shortly after I move Texas away from Montana and into its proper place, the man wants to take some pictures of us. We use posing as if we are walking away as an excuse to really get away from him. As soon as we get out of his line of sight we find Dad and tell him what had happened. Dad calls Dr. Watson from Sherlock to come pick us up - the seventy does not know Watson or his car, so we should be able to make a clean getaway.

Watson shows up and turns out to actually be an actor who portrays Dr. Watson, Dr. Watson being a fictional character. We get in his car and leave.

A Birthday Meeting

My family ward for some reason has a non-Sunday meeting combined with the singles ward Dillon is attending. At the end of the meeting, the person who is conducting (from Dillon's ward) announces that they will be serving cake in honor of my sister's birthday. We are shown the cake, which is frosted in white and has her name written in pink. At the end of the announcement, he calls her by a nickname we have never used.

After the meeting, I am uncertain as to whether I should go looking for Dillon and talk to him. I hear his voice coming from the back of the chapel. He is listing all the pretty girls in the ward to his friend. I decide not to go talk to him and start walking quickly out of the chapel. Then Dillon calls out my name and I turn. He has my brother's face. He says he wants to buy my sister a birthday present, calling her by the nickname the leader had used, and would like my help. I agree to this. As we leave, I think that I should probably tell him that she really doesn't use that nickname.

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.