Me, Brother Nelson, and another missionary were driving a black Escalade through the mountains. The other missionary started driving, but started driving stupidly, (trying to show off) so we yelled at him and I took over. We went over a high mountain pass and there was a ton of snow everywhere - it was a very dangerous drive. We got down in a big valley, and by this time it was just Brother Nelson and me. There were a bunch of cabins, and at first it looked deserted, but then we started to see other people going to ski. I got put in a cabin with an old guy who had been there for 18 months.

I was a little kid again, and I was playing a lot with my best friend. At the start we were jumping on the trampoline with some other kids, playing a game. Whoever was left standing won. I launched my friend and he landed on the bars, but he couldn't get hurt. My family then went to a nice restaurant where a lot of people didn't like us because we were Mormons. I asked to get an extra place mat and I ended up talking to the manager. He told me he used to prefer non-Mormons but now he liked the Mormons. His whole staff still didn't like us though. He asked me how much restaurant experience I had, then offered me a job right there when I said "a lot." I told him we were moving in a few days (I didn't know where) so I had to turn it down. We then went to a big dance where I found out we were moving to Sweden. We got there to our house on the beach in the summer, and it was so nice we thought it'd be nice all year, but the winter hit and it was freezing. Our family consisted of me, Mom, an older sister (17-ish) and brother (15-ish), and a younger sister (11-ish). I was about 13 at the end of the dream. My little sister, who turned into Paige, got a package from a friend in the military, and it had some pictures and a medal of honor in it.

Me and Ashley were in the same mission district, and when we went to transfers to get her new greenie, I turned around in the van, (I was sitting in the front) and it was Julia. I tried to hug her but I was caught in the seatbelt and it took a while to get out. We hugged, and we were excited to all be in the same district. Later on, we all ate lunch together and she told us about what had happened to her since we saw her last on the study abroad.

Elder Carter and I had just been transferred back to the San Miguel and Goldcrest wards in North Las Vegas, where there was no work going on at the time. We were excited though to be back there. I was driving down to Vegas in my van, but the headlights were really dim, and I was trying to find somebody that could fix them. We ended up in a small out-of-the-way valley, where I couldn't drive the van. We were going to take a handcart through, but then I didn't know what I'd do with my van, so we turned back.

We had been invited to a huge concert/get-together in the Event Center (in Casper, WY) but it was actually in Las Vegas. We had just gotten a bunch of supplies, and I was sorting them and checking out the new pass-along cards. There were some about Family Home Evening, (I gave one to Brother Lee) and some about other churches, as well as a bunch about how great dads are. We had to be at the get-together at 6:45p so the mission president could give us tickets, but Elder Adams had put in a movie with Natalie Wood in it, and we didn't turn it off until 6:46. I told him "that's why missionaries can't watch movies!" Elder Turner & his companion showed up, and my Dad was going to drive us all there. (My younger sisters were coming too.) I was wearing shorts, but decided to put on pants because Elder Turner said it was cold out. I came back out to the van, but I had forgotten my shoes. I went back in, got them, and we finally left at 7:00p.

I was with Scott in a little house, and he was holding me hostage. We both had guns, but he kept threatening to shoot me. The guns needed two AA batteries and mine fell out once. I waited until I had an opportunity, then when he was at the fridge I shot him many times. The guns didn't shoot bullets like I thought they would, but they shot green stringy 'shocker pulses.' I shot him enough so I could escape, but then I called 911 because I was worried about him. He turned out to be fine, but I wasn't his hostage anymore.

Dream #1

We were watching a play/debate/show in a huge opera house with tons of people and a bunch of missionaries too. I was in a wheelchair but I didn't really need it. I was wearing my blue Billabong shirt, my khaki cargo pants, and a black suit jacket. I kept moving around the theater and I ended up near the stage where a young girl kept looking at me and eventually came over and kissed me on the cheek. Other girls tried, but I refused, telling them I was a missionary and couldn't kiss. President Wilson's daughter showed up and was glad I wasn't kissing anyone. I wheeled out, got an usher to find me the elevator, and somehow I ended up in the basement. There was huge machinery around, which was screwing up and throwing big stuff around. I had to get to the other side, but some guys came over and wanted to fight. I got out of the wheelchair and beat them up.

Dream #2

We were getting ready for school, and our ride showed up. I was in a hurry because I couldn't remember what classes I was taking and when. I knew I had a math class that day which I hadn't attended yet and I had a backlog of homework to do. I also couldn't remember my locker combination, so I had to use a computer at the school to figure it out. Mr. and Mrs. Miller were driving us, and they were driving pretty crazy because they were in a hurry too. We accidentally left Elder White, so we turned around but we were in front of a tank which was being fired upon by a bunch of army guys at a checkpoint. We picked up Elder white and we went on our way.

Dream #3

I was in a group of church members who went to the house/museum of a fellow member. One of our group told the member (a woman) that we were there to stop something, and proceeded to tell others in the group to start breaking things. I thought that wasn't right, and I said so. He took a vote and only three of us (including the bishop) said we didn't want to do it. The guy swore us to secrecy and we left, but when we looked back almost everyone had left with us.

We were in Reno, but it was actually Paris - It was me and three other missionaries. One of the elders had to use the bathroom so we went in the Galleries Lafayette at closing time and used the bathrooms in the giant changing room. A store clerk was helping an older Mexican couple try on a new red brad, and they were discussing where they could get it cheapest.

Dream #1

We were watching the Reno airport (although it wasn't really in Reno) a couple miles north of it, and we saw a Southwest Airlines 737 take off, stall, and crash. It was followed by two 747s that also crashed, nose-first. The nose of the planes didn't break though, the planes just kind of bounced around and the people were fine. (Except on the 737, which blew up.)

Dream #2

I was doing a small landscape project, putting some dirt and then a bunch of water behind a bunch of rocks, and to the right of a computer. I was worried that the water might ruin the computer, so I turned it off, but I had to go through a 'primary' screen first and then one about my family.

Dream #3

My mom was worried about an email I had received from Amy Jackson, but it turned out to be a giant picture with a bunch of Disney-esque characters on a winter-themed background. I was thinking she was going to tell me she had gotten married, but she didn't.

Dream #1

I was seeing the trial of an air marshal who was on a flight that got hijacked. It was going from London to the US, and a hijacker got up and told everybody he was going to blow up the plane. The marshal, a slightly heavyset guy, immediately drew his gun and shot the hijacker. there was another hijacker, who asked if anyone was in the 'Make-A-Wish' program, and a girl from Cincinnati raised her hand. she got up to follow him like he asked, but when he was turned around she took the gun from the marshal and shot the hijacker. the plane landed safely, but there was a huge trial going on. The prosecutor had the marshal on the stand, and he kept bringing up a 'prophecy' the marshal had made to the girl. He was trying to prove the marshal thought he was a prophet.

Dream #2

We were in Hawthorne, NV and it was snowing pretty badly. My mom was driving the Concorde, and a bunch of people were sliding all over - we narrowly missed hitting an old Mustang by half an inch once. We got to the church, and I was showing my Mom a certain place in the chapel, but we ran into a family we knew that asked if I stayed there for the summer.

Dream #3

I was painting a big room and a fence, but the paint started drying quickly so I couldn't get more on the brush.

We were in a game of Jeopardy, and Alex Trebeck was actually playing in the game. He was beating everybody by a lot of points, because he had hosted the game for so long.

We were in Gardnerville, NV, but it was a big crater valley. We could see people all along the rims of the crater, and there began to be big rockslides. We could see a bunch of people getting crushed, but we couldn't do anything about it.

Dream #1

We were missionaries, and we were checking up on a referral. As we were going through the yard, we saw the lady get in her house quickly. We knocked, and a stern old lady came to the door and said she didn't want to talk to us. (She spoke in a British accent.) I asked where she was from, and she said England. I asked what part and told her I was born in High Wycombe and had lived in Gerrards Cross. She became much more pleasant and told me she was from Staffordshire. I told her how I felt I belonged in England, and how I want to live there, and she completely understood.

Dream #2

We were in a big school/church type place, and my family was staying in a room like a hotel room. It was late at night, and I couldn't sleep, so I was watching a DVD of :Family Guy" episodes. My Dad came in, and he actual thought it was funny. There were a bunch of guys and girls sitting i the 'chapel,' separated by gender. I didn't know what they were doing, but I went through them and got something from up on the stand, then left.

Me and another guy were putting on a show for a bunch of people. We were indoors, and there was a big tree that we performed around, and all the people sat around it. He was an army cavalryman from the 1800s, and I was an Indian chief. I had to wear fake teeth over mine, but the fake ones looked better than my real ones. I was walking around the tree looking solemn and sullen, and then the other guy shot me. I pretended to die, and laid on the floor for awhile until I got up when the show was over.

I wasn't a missionary at all, and me & a friend had got some motorcycles, which we were riding around. We were running away from something, but I don't know what.