Sunday, May 12, 2013

Reality and unreality

The first half of my dream, I was picking walnuts out of cookies and leaving them in a pile for someone else. The second half of my dream, I was riding a dragon through my grandparents' neighborhood to save Jacob from a life of prostitution.

Monday, September 24, 2012

The Game

(Note: Often I record these dreams right after I wake up, so the language and grammar is sort of in "dream-speak"...this sort of disjointed, stream-of-consciousness way of writing. Which, given the context, makes sense.)

Anyway, had this dream a month or two ago.

There was a mystery game in hidden passages in BYU-Idaho, just waiting for people to come play. Parts were tacky, parts were awesome. Filled with animatronics. You would finish one task, then exit that area and come out somewhere else. Those doors were like wormholes--you never knew where you'd end up next. Jacob and I and a bunch of theatre kids were playing (Brant W, Jordan Tait, Kelly).

You had to ride those arcade horses like in front of grocery stores. There was a bathroom with a witch's head that came out of the wall and made a prediction, and a clue to the next part of the game. In between areas, Jacob's dad was there to guide us.

The last area was set in New York...Jordan and I were told to go to this window to buy a prostitute. Behind the window was a steep room full of animatronics in chairs. The woman behind the window would hand you a piece of trash that you were supposed to take into an office.

I worried about Jordan but before anything could happen, an animatronic said "Police!" and we had to get out. I ran through a few rooms before finding a window to unlock and escape from.

Hats were a big part of the game somehow, and there was a $30 charge for them. Porters was attached to the game somehow. I remember being amazed that this entire world existed hidden in BYU-I and so few people knew. It looked like it had been there since the 1970's.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Scary


Jacob and I were preparing to go to a wedding reception, which was pirate-themed. We were living in this cottage with my family and getting ready, and he went ahead of me. Beckah, Melissa, Annalicia, baby Kaitlynn and I were all sitting outside on a swingset in front of the cottage when we noticed that someone was sitting on the porch and petting a wolf.

The person (I don’t remember who it was) petting the wolf let it come over to us. Kaitlynn loved petting it and I let her for a little while. But she was a little rough, and I didn’t want to wolf to get mad, so I picked her up and wouldn’t let her any more. The wolf slowly transformed into a man. He seemed friendly enough and we kept chatting, and it turned out he lived in the attic of the cottage—renting the space. I put Kaitlynn down and let her play and all of us continued chatting. I was still wary of the wolf-character…I just couldn’t quite trust him.

Finally, he said, “Hey, let’s all go sit in the car and talk.” And I knew right then that I couldn’t trust him…that what he was trying to do was get us all in the car so he could kidnap us and take us away. I immediately said, “No. We’re drawing the line there. Sorry.” Annalicia agreed and went inside the house, but Beckah and Melissa turned to me and said, “Relax. We’re just going to sit there.” I looked at both of them and said, “Don’t you dare. Don’t you go and sit in a car with this man.” They both just glared at me and started to follow him to the garage on the side of the house. Melissa picked up Kaitlynn and started to take her, but I snatched her back.

I didn’t know what to do…at that point it was 2 o’clock in the morning, even though it was still light out. I stood paralyzed for a moment and then ran inside and woke Dad and Mary up. I said, “Sorry to wake you. But we have an emergency. Melissa and Beckah are getting in the car with the wolf.” Dad immediately got up and said, “No.” Mary added, “Curt, they’re gonna get hurt!” Dad hurried into clothes and I felt scared out of my mind but glad that Dad was going to help.

When Dad and I ran out to the garage, with Kaitlynn on my hip, sure enough, they were backing out with the car, prepared to go somewhere. Dad stopped them. Beckah was driving, the wolf guy was in the front seat, and Melissa was in the back. Beckah was so angry at Dad for stopping them. “We’re just going on a drive in the woods!” she said. “Would you relax?! We were going to go pick up Jacob on our way home anyway!” She and Dad argued until Dad finally said, “Okay. Fine. You can go. But I’m coming. And I’m driving.” Beckah irritably moved to the backseat and Dad climbed into the driver’s seat. I gave him a worried look, and after holding my gaze for a moment, Dad backed out.

The dream continued in a slightly different direction for a while…Jacob came back and we went through the cottage, getting rid of old furniture and talking about renovations we wanted to make. Then we realized that Dad was back.

Beckah and Melissa were in the bathroom, covered in cuts and bruises. Mary was there with them. She gave me a cryptic look when I went in, and said, “They got in a car accident. The wolf man is dead.” Beckah looked furious. “Are you okay?” I asked. I went to hug her, because I was so glad she was back and safe, but she just turned to me and said, “It’s your fault he’s dead. I will never forgive you.” And she turned back to the mirror.

I walked out in tears. As I was crying, I walked out to the car. The whole front passenger side was smashed in, and Dad was sitting in the driver’s seat, just staring into his lap.

“Dad?” I asked. “What happened?”

“They’ll never forgive me,” he replied, not looking up. I walked around to the smashed passenger side and reached into the battered glove box. I saw some papers and pulled them out. They had titles like “How To Control A Car Crash” and “Controlled Damage on a Passenger Vehicle.”

“It’s our fault,” Dad said. “It’s our fault they’re dead.”

“Who’s dead?” I asked.

“Your sisters.”

I stopped. “No,” I said. “They’re not dead. I just talked to them. They’re in the house.” Dad just shook his head.

I ran back into the house and found Mary crying softly in the bathroom. “Where are the girls?” I asked. “Oh, Lizzie,” she replied. And I knew they were both dead. I started crying, and it was the crying you can’t stop. When you feel so broken you don’t think you can actually go on with life…that you will never stop hurting enough to live again. I went into the old bedroom that Beckah and I used to share. Jacob was there, sorting through things already. “Hey, what of this do you want to keep?” he asked. I just shook my head, crying too hard to talk, and gently pushed him away, hugging all of Beckah’s belongings to me. He walked out. I sat on the bed and tried to control my tears. Finally, something occurred to me and I went back to the car.

Dad was still there, still sitting, this time with the papers from the glove box in his hand. “Dad,” I asked through my tears. “I have to know.”

He looked up at me.

“Did you do it?” He just looked down at the papers. “Did you do it on purpose?”

He paused, then his voice broke as he said, “I had to. It was the only way I could kill the wolf. Was to kill them too. And it’s better that they’re dead than away somewhere with him.” He looked up at me. I paused for a long time.

“I won’t ever tell,” I said. “It was an accident.”

Dad nodded. I walked back toward the house, knowing that I would carry the weight of that secret my whole life. Knowing my father and I had killed my sisters, trying to save their lives.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Kanye sits in the car and tweets


Kanye West looked like a combination of Kanye West and Eminem, and he was sitting in my spot in Jacob and I's car. And I kept being all "Kanye! Get out of our car! I don't want to get the police involved." And he kept just sitting there and tweeting about how wronged he was being, but I had like 5 dozen roses to take home for Beckah's birthday and I was getting impatient, so I called the Rexburg Police. Even though we were in Fremont. As soon as he heard me start to explain to the police what was going on, he got out, even though he was still grumbly about it. Geez, Kanye.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Visions of the Future?


The 2nd BYU-Idaho Theatre Summer Camp took place on a cruise ship. So we got a cruise, in ADDITION to our salaries as camp instructors, so that was pretty awesome. The ship was fairly small, but it had a carousel and a pool, a few rich people and I think I recall a pirate or two. The camp had two guest faculty members: Ben Isaacs and Whoopi Goldberg. At one point, the ship spun around and scraped against the wooden dock we were aiming for, but it was okay because a flock of seagulls saved us all.

I also stopped Wendy's employees from smoking marijuana, but that was the B-plot of my dream, and not nearly as awesome as the cruise ship theatre camp part.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Dream Snippet

Shahrukh Khan broke up with me in a pancake house. And then my parents and some guy from a reality TV show brought me to Disneyland and gave me $500 every day to spend on new clothes while we were there. And then Jacob came and everything was better permanently, and I didn't care about whether or not Shahrukh Khan broke up with me.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Five-minute Dreams

I had a strange morning. I hit snooze about fifteen times, like I do every morning nowadays, but in between each snooze alarm, I had a distinct dream. Sometimes they were connected, but it was especially odd because there's only five minutes between each alarm. So apparently, each dream was less than five minutes. I don't remember the order, but I dreamed:

1. Ray and my mom had a haunted house, which we weren't very scared by because we helped set it up. We were in another part of the house, where everyone was cooking, but I couldn't concentrate on this book I was reading, so I went INTO the haunted house and just hid in a corner while tours went on. That's all I really remember, except there were dancing skeletons. Which was fun.

2. We had found an antique table with stained glass inlays, which I thought looked pretty run-of-the-mill, but which others around me were so impressed by that they decided the table couldn't have been made by human hands. So we set off to Mongolia to an Alien Artifact Convention to have our table appraised.

3. Sarah Jagger was visiting, and becoming besties with Jacob and I's two-year-old daughter, who had the ability to open any door, no matter what.

4. Sarah Jagger was visiting, and we went outside and saw the Taits. Heather was holding an older Kaitlynn (about a year and a half) on her hip, but when Kaitlynn saw me, she grinned and wiggled to get down and then ran toward me to be hugged. (I hope that dream comes true...it was so sweet! And I think my brain did a pretty accurate job of aging Kaitlynn.)

And I know there were others. But I can't remember them.