It's a bird....

The man in whose arms I was draped last night? Superman. Great looking, nice muscular build, taller than me, you know, super. perfect. Well, we start at an official building because he was called there on emergency while I was with him. Someone had impersonated him and gotten into this huge safe and stolen a small orb which had held the prototype to a very small chip designed to help with flight. He takes the fake orb in his beautiful hands and opens it. The fake looks convincing, just doesn't do anything. He's bummed but finds comfort in my kisses. :) He takes me to my house. (Oh, by the way, I'm like 17 in this dream. That kinda bothers me, but oh well.) At my house he's lying on the floor and I'm sitting on my bed. we want to be outside, but it's just so cold. I look at him and say, "Do you know of a place, lots of grass, about seventy-one degrees, sunny and nice?" He says, "Let's go to Arizona." I smile. He grabs be under my arms which I link around my neck and somehow we disappear through the roof and into the sky. For some incredibly lame reason my mind doesn't follow me to that escapade but instead stays with my family, watching them do routine stuff at home. Lame. They start getting worried about me though and so I guess that's why the mind stayed behind from the adventure, to tell the lucky unseen me to come back in time to soothe worries before they got too high. Superman came back with me and everyone was relieved. That's about it. Not fair, for the most part, so many loose ends! Oh well. Superman was my boyfriend!

Blast

I had a very strange work dream. It's weird because I've had similar dreams to this, but only today was there a slight real-world connection. Blast.

Already running late for work, I had to hurry to the high school. Those kids just HATE it when I'm late. So somehow a motorcycle seems the fastest way to get there, so I am suddenly driving one of those to the school...except I can't sit on the seat, I'm sitting in a shopping cart as I hold the handles of the motorcycle...to say the least it was very difficult to keep it together. Maybe that's telling of my life right there... Anyway, I pull up to the school and realize I won't be able to get any kids home, obviously, and I go into the office to make a confused call back to the bus compound to tell my boss I need to come back for a bus. The lady at the secretary desk was a complete waste of twenty minutes. I just wanted to use the phone she had at her desk that would actually transfer over to the transportation office with four short punches to the phone pad, but nooooo, she couldn't use that. It would have been fortunate because the four digit number was posted near by and for the subconscious life of me I could not remember the last four numbers of the office number. SO, we had to use every other non-useful way imaginable. Ultimately she handed me a brand new cell phone, not even unwrapped, and said, "Here, just have this." I was so ticked that I just tossed it back at her and rushed out. I could have walked to the bus compound in far less time than it took to try to make that phone call. I passed all my waiting kids as I got back to my motorcycle-shopping cart duo-mobile (it had an unattached couch cushion for a more comfortable seat...) and the kids were like, "No way, where's the bus!" I completely ignored them -- I often do...is that bad? I'm not there to make any friends... -- and rode away ridiculously, around the block to the compound. My boss had called in a sub driver and this young guy in a beanie was in the driver's seat, ready to pull away. I said, "I'm here though! I was at the school, trying to call you but I just could NOT get a hold of you..." My boss must have sensed an insincerity I more or less felt about the ordeal, and she said something like, "They would have been empty words." Referring to whatever I would have said on the phone had I managed to call, and continued, "I called in a sub." I looked at the sub, frustrated and then suddenly softened. "Do you just wanna take this route until Wednesday? Just take it." He said, "sure." Great. I was leaving anyway. He drove away and I left, bugged.

You know how in the winter it's really dark at 6:50 AM? Well, as I pulled out of my parking slot this morning, I checked my mirrors on my right because there was still a bus there and I didn't want to hit it. I examined closely, even squinting to be sure (it was so dark!) and I thought 'I'm clear' and pulled forward confidently and it took a minute to realize the screeching metal sound was actually my bus smearing bus 19's mirrors down the side of my bus. Nothing occurred in my mind at the moment as to how to solve it otherwise, so I just kept pulling forward until I was clear. I reported to the mechanics (passing and informing bus 19's driver on the way...) and they set out to solve the problem. I was super frustrated at the mistake for a couple teary moments but I had to get it together and keep driving....Accidents are lame. Blast...

But one cool thing was that it was SUPER foggy this morning. I love fog.

vive la France

I dreamed I made it back to France. It was a very quick trip somehow and as I walked an unknown street to some unknown place there was this guy that gave me a knowing smile. I kinda smiled back but kept walking (French men...) to the place. In a minute that guy was back, at my side, walking my same way and suddenly I realized he'd stolen my second watch. I had one on my wrist but my second one was in his hand. So he was back now to tease me about the time it read. It was set to Utah time so that I could remember the time there. So I said to him, "Well, so where do you guess I'm from?" He thought a moment, as we walked into a government building, and said, "Payson, Utah." I stopped and said, "Wow, tres proche." which means "wow, very close." but then we were distracted by it being my turn to hand some official papers to an official lady behind an official desk. She looked at them and said, it all looks good. But this guy next to me he said, "Wait, what about this?" He pointed to a paper that had a large $178 at the bottom and she said, "Ah oui, je dois refaire ça." which meant "Oh yes i have to redo/renew this." I suddenly realized that I had gone on a trip to France with absolutely no money to my name. But, the lady didn't know and wouldn't care even if she had known, she swiped the card I regretfully gave her to pay this $178 legal fee so that I could stay in France.

When I left that place I headed back to my apartment. That was strange. I entered a building, with the watch thief still in tow, and when I got into my apartment, it was pretty much exactly like my current one, with less furniture though. My room was exactly as it is, with most of the stuff moved out of it. It was then I realized I had forgotten my passport. The companion of my thus far expensive travels had turned from unknown man to well-known friend, Aurore Mathieu. I suppose I had returned to France with her (she's here in the Provo mission right now) and she was assuring me that I'd be okay without it. Huh. I had that sinking feeling that too many things were going wrong, and how would I be paying for anything for my three week stay? Bad planning, Em.

I sat down to log into facebook on my computer and change my status from "discovering Skype" (which was what I had changed it to before I fell asleep last night because my friend Carrie was teaching me stuff about it) to "est en France. et oui!" And I sat and wondered what i would do for three weeks. The end.

Now I want to go to France. Really badly. Except with some money. Bread and cheeeeeeeeeeeeese.

Some Dreams (original, I know)

I love when other people resolve to go on diets and then can't eat the dozens of left over chocolate chip cookies they've made. Then I eat them and am merry. I'll work out tomorrow...or as soon as my back is not sore from lifting because of moving...

Okay! Another kissy dream with "Crackers" except it wasn't his face, exactly. It was almost like a mixture of faces of people I know, and it had a scar under the left eye, maybe where the axis brought all the looks together...Anyway, I was sitting on my bed and for some reason was feeling rather depressed. He said some things to me and as I put my melancholy head down on the mattress I said to him, "'Crackers', those are the most beautiful words I have ever heard." He took that very authorly, as a great success, and for some reason expressed his triumph by pouring rice on my face. Somehow it seemed a tender gesture... He then launched himself on top of me and while still in a sort of frog position tried kissing my mouth, which was as natural as a T-rex nibbling on corn on the cob. It just didn't quite happen. So, since I seemed to want to, I helped him out and tossed him off me and laid my body on his and started my magic...that is to say I kissed him, which is a magical experience for whomever...gets to experience it...but he got a little too excited I guess and pushed me away and scurried away on the floor. I tried to kiss him once more and he freaked out, in a friendly way, and I stopped. And so did the weird dream. I know for sure the rice comes from watching The Next Iron Chef episodes back to back the past couple days.

The next dream, hum. Breanne my little sister was missing for a couple days and yesterday we all kind of started pulling bigger strings to locate her, and that's about when she traipsed back to Dad's house. Nice. Well, this dream is now kind of blurry though it seemed so real at the unconscious time. I was in a building, a law building of some sort, with endless mazes of cubicles and paper stacks and water coolers. I was there with some family members, and my brother who was supposed to be in CA having a job interview was there. I was upset at him for being there and not at the interview and before I could really have him explain himself, everyone around us started yelling and spreading the news that the building was surrounded by some sort of terrorists with big guns and no one was to leave. My sister Heather was also there with my brother and me and we were suddenly extremely worried that we couldn't find Breanne. We wanted to all be together. My dad came running into the building and told us to run out with him, that he'd found Breanne and we were leaving immediately. As we ran, I could see out of windows that there were terrorists mingling with people in a courtyard. Everyone seemed really relaxed and somehow I knew the terrorists were only there for a specific person and didn't intend to do anyone harm, they just wanted to get to that person. Said person would have to come out eventually. But still no one was allowed to leave. But the guards at the exit we were running for had been distracted and when we came rushing out of the building two cars were waiting. My whole family excepting Jason (he's on a mission of course) was piled into these cars. Breanne was in the one behind. I jumped in the first one and it peeled away, the second one trailing right after. We blew through the obvious stop signs and didn't look back. My mom, Aaron and Autumn and myself were in the first car I think, and Dad, Breanne and Heather in the second. We all made it out, no one caught up to us, if anyone was even trying to catch us at all.... My folks are divorced, it was strange to see them both racing to get us out, in separate cars...I don't know where meaning attaches to these random fragments of memory, but it was an interesting dream.