Well, yesterday I was telling Kyle and Shella how I haven't remembered a dream for years now. We discussed it for a while on the way to Tuacahn and moved on to other topics, not giving it a second though (I did anyway). When we got home I went to bed. Well, I am very happy to announce that I had a dream and remembered it! I was so excited when I woke up that I told my poor, unsuspecting mother the whole thing when she peeked in to get my laundry, thinking I was still asleep. I'll tell you about it. It was really weird, but quite entertaining.
One day I was walking my dog (right, I don't actually have a dog) out in the Sevy Place east of town. We stumbled across two scruffy looking guys that were messing with something in a bag. I was nervous, so I tried to make polite conversation and make our escape, but it was not to be. They were bad guys. So one of them (he had red curly hair) pulled out a gun and shot my dog. I guess I wasn't really concerned because I don't actually have a dog, and somehow I knew that in my dream. I remember thinking oh well, he wasn't real anyway. Then he aimed the gun at me and shot me. 4 times in fact. Except I think two of them must have missed because I don't remember them hurting. One of them, the first one, hit the back of my arm, and so I fell forward and knew I had to pretend to be dead so they wouldn't hit me again. The other guy (the blonde) told Red to make sure I was dead, so I knew he was gonna shoot me again. I remember trying to tell my body not to flich when he did it so they'd think I was dead. He pressed the gun to my back and pulled the trigger (I realize this is kind of graphic, but don't worry. I lived). The bulled went clear through me and came out in the middle right below my ribs. A clean shot. So I layed (lay?) there until they left. Then I got up very painfully, held a hand over both sides of the wound so I wouldn't bleed to death and made my way back to town. Toquerville was kind of like Mayberry from Andy Griffith. I got to town and went home. For some reason all the girls in the family were there, and none of the boys. So I told Paige to call the ambulence because I wasn't feeling well. Then I went into the big room (the exercize room now) where everyone else was and talked with the girls. For some reason Brother and Sister Pederson (Stacia's parents) were staying with us, but they were really rich, snooty people. So I decided to take a little nap while we waited for the ambulence and realized there were little ants all over! They were squished all over my pillow and crawling all over the walls! I was a little concerned they would get into my wounds and eat me or something, but even more concerned that Sister Pederson would see them and get offended. Anyway, so I got up (the bleeding had pretty much stopped by now, but I still covered my wounds with my hands because it was kind of gross and cold) and went to see my mom at the church where she was teaching primary. I waited for her to finish lesson, but realized I needed to go and that I could die any second, so I told her I had been shot and was going to the hospital. She smiled sweetly, said "alright, honey. Dinner's at 6." She obviously didn't believe me. That was a little annoying. So I went out and the ambulence was pulling up. It was a really old fashioned one and we hadn't had much use for it in town, so I helped the doctor (a tall, blonde, really cute kid) get out the gurney and put the cover over it and stuff. I overheard Jenny, my sister-in-law, talking to Brittany about how he was the "man of my dreams." I was gonna marry him when I got better. So I got on the stretcher and he gave me a sedative. The last thing I said before it took hold was "don't cut my pants off (they were cute and expensive)." Then I was happily rolled into the hospital and lived happily ever after (I assume). I woke up. That's exactly how it was. Really, really, really weird, eh? Any interpretations? I would love to hear them!
P.S. I'm not proof-reading this, so ignore any errors. I don't wanna hear it.
