Last night I had this crazy dream that I was going jogging with Luis and some friends from school. For some reason we were jogging at Wymount Terrace, but we had to do it at 3:00 am so we didn't get caught. Halfway through the jog I found myself on an airplane. As I looked around I noticed that the seats were configured like an amphitheatre and the Hopkinsons' daughters (they were in our ward in Hawaii and their 2nd yougest daughter was my friend in High School) were all sitting behind me. I then discovered that the plane was going to Alaska. I wasn't sure why I was going there, but it didn't bother me.
A few minutes later, some random guy sitting next to me asked if I would be willing to continue reading the story he had been reading to the rest of the people on the plane. I agreed, and began reading. Unfortunately, my reading skills were at a 3rd grade level and I kept mispronouncing words (apparently I also had dyslexia). Everyone was staring at me because they knew I had just graduated, and they couldn't believe that someone with all of those reading problems could have gotten through law school.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
dreams... part 2