Dream
I was serving a second mission somewhere on the East coast. The funny thing was the area looked desserty, like Albuquerque. I lived in an townhouse built for four. It had VERY old books. I was tempted to take some home with me when the time came to leave. One of the books was a HUGE, leather, hardbound edition of Pride and Prejudice.I came to find out that the people we were serving were occupied by a foreign government, like Ancient Babylon and the Jews. There was a lake that our city was built next to. We went swimming a lot.
That's not the only mission rule I broke. My companion and I slept in the same bed [don't worry, it was very innocent; like Joseph Smith and his siblings.] And I would always sleep in an hour when I was supposed to be doing personal study.
One day, the national guard was sent in and ordered everyone to pack up their belongings; we were all being sent home. The only catch was that we weren't allowed to talk, otherwise we would be arrested and detained indefinitely. As missionaries, we felt compelled to share the gospel while so many people were out in the streets, ready to be contacted.
We slinked in the shadows of and tried to lure people into allies to preach to them. We didn't realize how shady that looked; no one would talk with us.
I was so frustrated that my DNA began to change. I felt pokie things under my skin. It grew and pressed against my skin from the inside. There was a long foreign object and and shorter one in my right forearm. Eventually, I tried to get them out by "popping" it out like a zit. A piece of lead broke skin. I tugged at it with my fingertips. It was remarkably sturdy for how thin it was. Inch by inch, the stick of lead finally made a clean exit.
Just then, I was detected by one of the guards. I ran and the armored guard chased me around the corner. After a few more quick turns, there was no where left for me to go. I took a defensive stance with the lead sticks out in front of me. When the guard came around the corner, he looked at me and started to laugh uncontrollably. He dropped his weapon and put his hands on his knees for support. Taking advantage of the opportunity, I ran past him and back to our apartment. It was only once I was home and explaining what had happened that I realized that the long and unbreakable stick of lead was now significantly shorter.
As we moved with the exodus, the lead continued to grow and I discovered that each stick had different properties of influence over people. When I discovered this I would scotch tape them to my fingers For example, the short one, made people fall in love with me. Another, made people do the opposite of what they desired. Another, turned people green. Another stick made people hallucinate that baby kittens were falling all around them so that they would be distracted from whatever they were doing and try to catch them. And much, much more! I was producing new sticks at the rate of one every four hours. Their length [how many people I could use them on] depended on how long I kept them in there. They would grow to a maximum length of four inches before they would poke out naturally.
When my mission president found, I was immediately but honorably sent home for "medical reasons."
This changed everything. What would I do with my life now?
I think you need to write a book detailing your dreams.
ReplyDeleteWow, that's an awesome dream. Do you realize how many animes you could screenwrite based on your dreams?
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