Amerikakano

12-26-06

I remembered parts of my dream last night, but don't remember what order it all came in and a lot of the details have faded.

I remember that in part of the dream I was at school. I think I was at High School, but it didn't seem like Murray High School. I was dreaming within the dream and knew that I was because I was wearing similar clothes in the dream within the dream as I was in the dream. However, I remember nothing of the actual dream part. It seems like I may have been at school in that part as well. At some point in one of these 2 dreams we were a lot younger because I remember seeing David Florez and Nicky Lozano and Jack Neal.

For some reason we were walking from our classroom to another classroom. I was walking with Charlie. We got ahead of everyone and went around a corner heading to this classroom. Then we decided to duck into the gym before anyone else went around the corner. It seems like this gym was kind of in the place where the cafeteria was at the old high school, or the library at the Jr. High. If it were at the high school, then we went in along the east side. We started getting some rebounds and shooting hoops with these two people. I was shooting on a basket on the south wall when some student that I know opened a door telling us that the teacher was coming. So we hurried over to the doors that led to the other gym, in the room just north and were going to go out of the doors of that gym to get back into the line of students. That's all I remember of that dream.

I remember very little of the next dream. I was on my mission. It seems like I was in Itajubá. My companion had been transferred and for some reason I was by myself until my new companion arrived. I was visiting somebody, but don't remember who it was. For some reason it seems like it was Viviane, which is strange because she's from Rio Claro. However, maybe it was Valdirene. I was talking with the person for awhile. The person asked me something about angels. A little later I told the person that I had to go and make some contacts and find people to teach. I set up an appointment to visit this person on Thursday at 3:00. I remember being on the street wondering how I was supposed to make contacts and teach people without my companion. It felt very odd. It seems like these thoughts and feelings must have affected the dream, because then me and some other missionary were on our way to Campinas to get our new companions. This missionary was talking to the mission president, telling him about how his branch president asked for him to pick up something they had asked for from the mission president a few times. He showed him the note or order form or something. the mission president seemed upset or annoyed because the order or note or whatever he had received before wasn't as specific or well organized or something.

Then for some reason I was at church here at home. For some reason I was wearing that Kaká shirt that I have. I felt very weird, but no one seemed to notice. Sacrament was about to start, so I was going to hurry home to change my shirt. Right as I was about to start the car Megan got in. Apparently she needed to hurry home because she needed her contact solution at home. So we got back to church. We sat down with out family and everything. At some point there was a number by the choir. It was a lot of youth. There were a ton of them, though. They were wearing uniforms (matching clothes). For some reason Megan wanted to go up and join them, but as she started going up half of them started leaving, so she thought they weren't going to sing. However, just the girls stayed up and they sang a song. Then as they were ending Megan wanted to go up and I told her that she couldn't because she wasn't wearing the same clothes, but she went anyways. As she was going up Vicky Perry put an apron on her or something that made her match the others.

Then Mike Welch (apparently he was still in the Bishopric and was the only one there) announced the speakers. The first was supposed to be a stake high councilman that was sitting up next to Mike. However, he refused to speak saying he wasn't prepared and wasn't told far enough ahead of time. Mike was quite annoyed and told the congregation and explained how this high councilman was refusing to do something asked by God.

***This is the Kaká shirt in the dream.

The Evil Supermen

04-12-06

It was strange what I can remember. superman was really upset with something or someone, or maybe with some town. He was acting very evil. some how he was divided. There were like 4 of him. Each one with his own uniform a little different than the others and each looked a little different. He (they) were causing a lot of destruction and havoc. One of them was in the air flying and used his heat vision to melt someone or something. I think that it was a dog. He used his heat vision, but it was a little different. Instead of burning it liquefied. Then someone retaliated and tried shooting him and was liquefied.

Then a group of police or military men or both were going to try and take him out. I tried warning them that it wouldn't *"adiantar nada." But they tried anyway and were liquefied. I avoided staying with large groups of people. I think that I was mostly staying with Adam (It was after my mission). We were seeing all of this destruction going on. There was one part where he was playing with a plane. Making it look like it was going to crash and then lifting it back up. I don't remember what he ended up doing with it, but later he took a big helicopter and threw it at some huge tank of some flammable substance that caused a huge explosion.

I could see that soon all of the debris and ashes and everything from the explosion would arrive to us. I found a small place that we could take cover.

Then I think that after that he went on to another city. It seems like they were going to go on to all of the cities destroying them and killing many and gathering them all together in the city where I was which was only partly destroyed. And then it would be genocide of the human race. I watched the destruction going on on the TV. It seems like in the city where I was some scientists came up with some idea that they were sure would stop him (them). I wasn't convinced.

I cam up with my own idea to take some supplies (like a food storage) to one of the cities after it had been completely destroyed and wait and hide out there with a few people. That's about all that I can remember. I know that the Flash and Batman were mentioned in the dream, but I don't think they were seen.

So it looks like I was going to start and lead some rebel group of human survivors against the supermen, like what always happens in movies when the human race is conquered. Or I was just going to wait and survive and restart life and try to talk, negotiate, help the supermen or something. I think that my plan was the 2nd.

Then I had some other dream that in someway is interconnected with the other. I was working at Papa Murphy's and I missed my shift on Wednesday or something. It was the day of the Supermen destruction. I had completely forgotten about work. Mallory was the manager. Ron asked her to fire me and 3 others that didn't show up and I somehow found this out. I missed 2 or 3 days of work it seems like, because I only returned there on Saturday. However, it seems like Ron had changed his mind. So I was getting my schedule from Mallory. She was telling me the days and times that I would work. I remember she started saying Sunday and I put the pen down and said that I wouldn't work on Sunday.

*adiantar nada means do any good

A Couple Quick Dreams

03-11-06

Last night I had a dream that I was still in high school. We were near the end of the semester and I hadn't gone to Calculus for months and hadn't done any assignments. I was worried about how I was going to get caught up. Its strange that I still dream thinking that I"m still in high school.

04-08-06

I had a dream that I somewhat remember. I was returning home. I still hadn't been released and I was having trouble speaking in English with people. I kept saying things in Portuguese and getting frustrated. I would greet people saying, "Boa Tarde." It was pretty frustrating.

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Even now I often have dreams that I'm still in high school and haven't gone to a certain class or any class for months and there is a test coming up or the semester is ending or what not. I also have a lot of dreams where I am in high school and because I can't remember my class schedule and don't know what class I should be going to, or that I can't remember which locker is mine, or what my locker combo is.

The dream about returning home must have been prophetic, because that actually happened when I came home. For weeks I had trouble speaking English and would accidentally say lots of things in Portuguese. Sometimes I would say sentences in Portuguese without realizing it, only finding out by the confused expressions or someone telling me that it wasn't English. The little things like greetings or saying thanks, the cordialities were the hardest, they would just come out in Portuguese and I felt like an idiot saying those things in public places.

The Halloween Transfer

09-12-05

Today I had a stomach ache and felt like if I continued walking I would throw up. So about 6:00 when we didn't have any more appointments until 8:00 we stopped by (eheh, I wanted to say stopped by in casa) went to our apartment. We laid down for a little while to let my stomach have a little time to get better.

I set my watch to go off at 7:45 in case I slept. I fell asleep and had a strange dream. We were missionaries and I was with Elder M. Souza. It was strange because we were sleeping in the dream as well.

For some reason there was some kind of emergency transfer (on a sidenote, it was Halloween). A bunch of missionaries were together in our house ( I think it was the zone). The zone leaders were leaving to receive the phone call and were saying that everybody needed to be back in the house by 10:00. It seems like Elder Graehl was one of them and said that Elder M. Souza and I could just stay in the house/apt. (It seems like it was in the centro of Campinas). I said, 'No, we have an appointment at 8:00.

He tried to convince me to let Elder M. Souza continue sleeping so that he wasn't tired for his first big meeting the next day or something like that.

But I said, "No, we have to go to this appointment." And so we got up and got ready to leave. We were going down the steps to leave when Bruno was going up. It seems like he was looking for Elder Xavier. We left the building and I woke up.

It was 7:50. My alarm hadn't gone off. I had set it for A.M. But I woke up, ready to leave to go to our appointment with Jaque at 8:00.

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Elder M. Souza was the missionary that I was training at the time I had this dream. The centro (downtown) of Campinas was my first area, but I was in Matão at the time of the dream. Elder Graehl was a missionary I had known from the beginning of my mission that was my zone leader when I was in Campo Limpo Paulista, but at the time of this dream he had been home from his mission for about 3 months. Bruno was a person that I taught in the centro of Campinas. He was a very odd guy that we had to teach like a little child, teaching things simply and repeatedly for him to understand and remember. He was baptized three days after I left the area. Elder Xavier was the new missionary that was trained in Campinas right after I left, so he taught Bruno the new member lessons.

A Dangerous Place For An American

08-12-05

I had a strange dream last night. I don't really remember a lot of it. I was here in Brazil on my mission. I don't remember if I was companions with Elder Mendes or Elder Choy or somebody else. It seems like I was in Campo Limpo, but not exactly how it really is.

Something bad had happened, something really bad; but I don't know what it was. It was something that was international. I think there must have been something bad happening between the U.S. and Brazil. For some reason there was a strong hatred towards Americans from most Brazilians. Brazil was a dangerous place for an American to be.

It seems like there must have been a lot of deaths of Americans in Brazil. Somehow I got a phone call from my worried dad warning me not to go out that day, that it was a dangerous day. I think that that day I stayed in, but due to the desire to serve and fulfill my mission I continued the missionary work the next day.

However, I did so somewhat in fear and trying to somewhat hide. It seems like I prayed for help and protection many times. I was wishing that the people would realize that I had nothing to do with whatever had happened. I was trying to continue working and hide that I was American. I was hoping that I had tanned enough or that I spoke well enough that they didn't realize that I was American. I remember making a contact on the street but at the same time fearing that he had some kind of weapon. It seems like he had a knife and was going to try to hurt/kill me, but because of what I said in the contact he changed his mind.

I don't really remember much else. It was pretty strange, though. I felt like one of the sons of Mosiah, trying to help people that hated me and wanted to kill me.

Choose Your Own Ending

07-06-05

Monday night I had an interesting dream. I don't remember it very well. I was in grandma and grandpa's house/neighborhood. In this dream/nightmare there was some kind of monster or demon that I had to find a way to kill. He was coming after me and nothing seemed to work; not a shotgun, not even a grenade. A little bit into the dream I realized something important. I realized that I was dreaming. I remember thinking, "I've already dreamed this dream. I don't remember very well what happens, but I know that in the end I win. I remember that it was difficult and extremely scary. I don't remember how, but I know that in the end I win." I remember that when I had dreamed it before it was long and took awhile to discover how to kill him.

So in the middle of this dream/nightmare I just decided that I didn't want to continue the dream. I was able to realize that I was dreaming and take control. I don't remember what I dreamed afterwards.

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So I guess you can have fun and decide how the dream should end. I had a similar thing happen once, that I don't remember very well. But it was a dream that involved some house robbers in my neighborhood. I realized early on that I had dreamed this before and that at the moment the people were robbing the house of someone down the street and around the corner. So I decided to call the police to end it before it escalated to what happened the previous time I dreamed it. Then the butterfly effect happened in my dream. Somehow, the robbers were able to intercept and cut off the phone call to the police which led them to have a personal vendetta against me. It was a really cool, intense dream, but unfortunately I never wrote it down and don't remember the details.

Exhausting Sleep

This is another journal entry from the same day as the last one I posted

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03-09-05
We came home to sleep because it was P-Day. I somewhat slept for a couple hours. It was hot and it was a strange sleep. I think that I was actually completely asleep without having any problems, but the problem was my dream. I was like dreaming in a dream. However, in this dream I wasn't sleeping very well. Like I was having trouble sleeping going in and out of it, but I realized one of the times that I actually woke up that I was really dreaming that I was having trouble. The mind is powerful and so when I actually woke up to get ready I felt like I hadn't slept very well.

You'll Not See Nothing Like The Mighty Quinn

I recently found out that I can let other people post on my blog. So come all without, come all within; if you have a dream you'd like to post just let me know so that I can add you as an author to this blog.

Dreaming in Portuguese

These next few blogs come from dreams I had while I was a missionary in Brazil. I often attained lucidity in my dreams on my mission when I would be speaking to someone in Portuguese and then realize that that person shouldn't know Portuguese. Most of my these dreams went undocumented, and therefore I don't remember them well enough to write down. However, there are a few dreams that I did write down in my journal. Therefore, these dreams don't come straight from a dream diary, but come from my actual journal; which explains the poor grammar and awkwardness of parts of it (I was forgetting English).
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03-09-05

I just felt like writing down a little bit of some dreams that I remember at least a little bit. 2 nights ago I was sleeping and dreaming. In the dream I was here in Brazil. I was on my mission. I saw John Brooks. I was like, "Hey John!" but he just kept walking and he looked at me a little strange. It was like he was thinking, "who are these guys," or, "Great, missionaries." I asked him if he recognized me and finally he realized it was me. We started talking in Portuguese and I don't remember anything else.

Its not the first time I've dreamed about talking with friends that don't know Portuguese in Portuguese. I remember once I dreamed that I was already back home. I decided to spend a day working at Papa Murphy's for old time's sake. For some reason Bransin was also working there again and Mallory and Lupita were also still working there. Everybody else was new to me. I didn't know the others. So it got slow and we were sitting in the back. Bransin and I were talking but the strange thing was that I was speaking Portuguese and he was speaking Spanish. We were understanding each other and speaking normally and Lupita was just listening, also understanding, but not speaking.

Another time I had a dream that took place after my mission as well. I met Matt Webber. He was with 2 kids that when I think about the dream afterwards seemed like Suzana and Gabriel, but it wasn't them. I talked with him and caught up on old times. We got to talking about the church a little and in the end before having to go I invited him to go to church that Sunday. I left and was walking home when the little girl asked if they could go, too. I said, "Claro que podem!" It was the last thing that I said that I remember that made me realize I was dreaming in Portuguese.

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John Brooks was my best friend growing up in Kearns. Bransin, Mallory, and Lupita are obviously people that used to work at Papa Murphy's with me. Bransin was also one of my best friends, we would hang out all the time before my mission. Matt Webber was a good friend of mine in elementary school and the beginning of Junior High School. Suzana and Gabriel are two kids that I knew really well from my first area on my mission (the area I was in when I had this dream). "Claro que podem!" means "Of course you can!"

"I Gave Them The Name Of My Piñata"

04-07-04

I think that in my dream my family was going to go on a bike ride, so I needed to get a bike. It seems like I decided to borrow a bike from the University of Utah. I remember being on the bike in the Marriott Library. I think I was playing around with the bike, making it bounce because of the shocks.

I also remember seeing a little kid (about 1 or 2 years-old) eating a blue ice-cream shake. He made a really big mess with it. It seemed like there was blue ice-cream everywhere. So I went to get a napkin for the mom, but when I got back she had it all cleaned up.

The next part of my dream that I remember was at Riverview Jr. High. For some reason I was on a school bus over there, and it drove around and dropped us off by the playground. Maybe we had just come home from a field trip. I was going to just walk home because I live close to the school, even though I guess school wasn't out yet. I was just starting to go when I ran into Derek Hofmann. He wanted me to watch what Heather McEwan was doing for some reason. It seems like she was trying to jump all the way down some stairs. She kept doing it, I guess seeing how many times she could. I think I remember her or someone saying she had done it 8 out of 30 times. She was wearing a night gown or over-sized pajama shirt or something. I don't know why, but it seemed fun to watch.

The next part of my dream that I remember seems like it was a mix of Smallville and Tru Calling, or maybe Clark was having an experience like when he got the phone call from Lana in the future. I was Clark in this part of the dream, or maybe I was just observing him, I'm not sure. I/Clark knew about something that was going to happen to Lana later this day. I think it might have had somthing to do with a robbery. I told Whitney about it, and gave him some instructions on how to help her. I also let him borrow my truck. Apparently I had tipped the Police off about it, too. Because I remember calling my dad/Jonathan and telling him that. I told him not to worry though, because, "I gave them the name of my piñata" so that they wouldn't suspect it was me and find out about my abilities.

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For some reason this has always been my favorite dream. I think it has to do with the "I gave them the name of my piñata" part. Just a little footnote for those that don't know much about Smallville or Tru Calling. Tru Calling was a show where this person would repeat days to prevent a death. In season 1 of Smallville Lana (the girl that Clark has always liked) dated Whitney. Clark's dad, Jonathan, was always worried that someone would find out about Clark's ability and he'd be in danger. When I dreamed this it seemed so logical to give the police the name of my piñata, which I guess means I had a pet piñata. When I was writing this down, I was just free-writing as I remembered and I got to that point and started wondering what was I thinking in this dream. Why would I have a piñata with a name? And why would I use that name to give to the police?

The Death of Snuffaluffagus

This is the first dream that I ever wrote down upon waking up. When I write these dreams upon waking I just write what comes to my mind as I'm writing. So as I write I am sometimes ramble trying to figure out what was going on and it can be a bit jumpy since parts of the dream are very clear; whereas, other parts are very vague.

04-06-04

Part of the dream I was Superman. I was also in a video game when I was Superman. Maybe I was just playing a Superman video game and maybe it was a Virtual Reality Game.

Another part of the dream, I think I was asleep in it, and found out that the elephant character from Sesame Street had been stabbed. I remember waking up in the dream and finding out that it had really happened and there was a big investigation. They found the suspects very quickly, that same day.

The next thing I remember in the dream was that I was at the new Murray High School for some reason. I had just gotten out of a class and walked through part of the school to waste some time before my next class started. It was supposed to be beginning guitar that I was going to, but somehow I ended up playing baseball in gym.

I didn't know anybody on either of the teams. Except it seems like there might have been one or two people that I knew (Jack Neal and Nicky Lasano?). It was a pretty fun game. At some part I must have known I was dreaming, because it seems like I was able to control how far I hit the ball and when the other team got to it. I got a triple, and might have gotten an inside homerun, but didn't realize that another person on my team hadn't gotten to homeplate yet, so they got a force out. I remember somebody on the other team hit a homerun and so we had to get another ball.

I remember a small part of an earlier dream where I was in the new High school. However, it was still the old high school but everything looked new. I was skateboarding in it and I think Kevin Nelson congratulated me for something and I was kind of confused. Part of the school, by the weight lifting room, had a quarter pipe going up the wall. Later I found out that I had won some award for something in one of my classes with Covington the year before.

The Crawling Race

Many of my dreams seem to have recurring elements or themes. I often have dreams that I'm still in high school, but can't remember my locker combo, or can't remember my schedule, or I haven't been to class all year long and I have a test coming up, etc... Often times in my dreams my vision is restricted. Maybe everything is just all blurred, or maybe I can't open my eyes all the way or at all. Most often I can't lift my head, so I'm looking at the ground the whole time, unable to see much except through periphery vision. Sometimes my legs seem really week, or really heavy and it is really hard to walk or run.

Once when I was about 9 I had a dream that I was in a crawling race. I was going really slow and couldn't understand what was hindering me. The next thing I know I'm falling off the top bunk, hitting the wall, bouncing off the bottom bunk, bouncing off the wall again, and landing on the floor. I guess that while in this crawling race I actually got up and started crawling and I was tangled up in the bed sheets making me crawl really slow.

Worst Than a Nightmare

Nightmares are pretty scary, but I would rather have an intense, adrenaline pumping, awesome nightmare than an extremely boring, long lasting dream. Sometimes when I get really into a game or a subject I spend the whole night dreaming out scenarios of that (like scrabble or sudoku or physics problems, etc..) These can be pretty boring, especially if they continue all night long.

However, the most boring dream I ever had happened when I was about 8 or 9. I was sick with the stomach flu this night and I fell asleep and slept for a full night without waking up. But the whole time I was asleep I was having the same dream. The whole dream consisted of rows upon rows of toy soldiers (like nutcrackers) marching in place. I watched them just march in place for hours upon hours. I was so bored and even tried to wake up, but couldn't. I just continued watching them march in place. Watching Andy Warhol's "Empire" would be more interesting than this dream.

Childhood

To start off with, I'm going to write about a few things from my childhood that involve sleeping, but not necessarily dreaming. When I was little, I would often fall asleep in the most random places that most people would find too uncomfortable to be able to sleep. At times, it led to my family scouring the neighborhood looking for me, only to later find out that I fell asleep under the kitchen table, or underneath the bed, or underneath the couch or behind it. I once fell asleep on top of a box of toys behind the rocking chair.

There are two unusual places that I slept quite often while I was a child (somewhere between the age of 3-6), that were either because of dreams that I had or just my child imagination. In my old house the stairwell curved at the top, so there were two stairs that were triangular and larger than the rest of the stairs. My bedroom was in the basement, but I often fell asleep curled up on one of these triangular stairs because for some reason I thought there was a giant spider in the basement. I didn't just think that it was a large spider, but a spider about the size of an entire room.

There were other times that I would be asleep in my own bed, and I would wake up in the middle of the night. I slept on the bottom bunk, and my older brother, Matt, was on the top. He would leave his white Sunday shirt hanging on the bedpost at the foot of the bed, and when I would wake up and just see that white shirt in the dark I would get scared. I thought that it was Dracula. I would lay in my bed staring at it for a long time, scared to move or make any noise. I would slowly get out of my bed and make my way towards the door while staring at Dracula. I'd make it out of my room and I would go up to my parents bedroom where I would be safe. My parents have a large water bed. The bed overhangs the base by about a foot all around the perimeter. Because I didn't want to wake my parents up, and crawling into a water bed would definitely do so, I would just crawl underneath the overhang and sleep underneath their bed.

Intro

I rarely remember my dreams when I wake up in the morning. Usually, I just remember feelings that I had in the dreams, which allow me to almost remember them. However, every once in a while I wake up with all these images and feeling from what I dreamt, and so I start writing it down and lots of details come back to me. When I start writing I'm usually thinking that it was an interesting or cool dream that I had, but as I write and remember more details I realize how bizarre and irrational it all was, and I love it.

So with this blog I will be posting the dreams that I have written down in the past, with the date that I dreamt them, and to start out, just some dreams from the past that I never wrote down, but that I remember or recurring elements in past dreams.