Thursday, October 16, 2008

President Hinckley, inflatable rafts, hot dogs, and supermarkets

I have weird dreams,and last night was no exception. I dreamed that I was living in Hawaii (awesome). My current roommates, some former roommates, and some friends from high school were there. We were all just hanging out at my house when there is a knock on the door. I get up to answer it and who is standing on my front porch? President Hinckley.



Naturally, we invite him in (who is going to turn away the Prophet? Honestly.) He sits down and we start talking to him. Not about spiritual/churchy stuff, but about the TV show The Office. Apparently he is a big fan as well. After we talk for a while, he decides he wants to head down to the beach. He invites us all to come along, but no one wants to go but me. So Pres. Hinckley and I head down to the beach, all the while he is wearing a Hawaiian t-shirt and board shorts, I might add. We stay down at the beach for a long time, like 5 hours. We return home around dinner time, and we get back and find that every missionary in the area is at my house because they all heard the Prophet stopped by. So we walk in and everyone is really mad, and they are all like "Where have you been?!?!". I decide I've had him to myself for long enough, so I leave him out with all the missionaries in the living room. All the girls follow me back into my bedroom and they are still mad, and why are they mad? Because we were "alone" together. They were all like, "He's married!" I of course am shocked at this accusation, and I'm like "uhh....#1 he's 97 years old! and #2, he's the PROPHET!!!" all the girls calm down after a while and they start asking what we talked about. I tell them that they didn't want to go to the beach with him in the first place, so I'm not going to tell them, and i go to sleep. I wake up the next day and President Hinckley's gone. My roommate Kirby asks me if I want to go on this water ride at this amusement park. I say OK, and we head to the park. We get there, and I discover that the ride is actually a white water rafting/waterfall ride, and you ride in a dinky little inflatable raft, like this one: In the ride you go over all these big rapids, and if you survive the ride, you win a prize. The odds of surviving are not good. I tell Kirby that there is no way I'm going on this ride, but she begs and begs me to go. So I say fine, and get on. She makes me ride in the front. Jerk. So we start going, and the water is really calm, so I'm thinking, "oh, this isn't bad." I thought too soon. We hit some huge rapids that flip our raft vertical in the air, but we manage to stay on. By this time I am freaking out, and Kirby is in the back laughing. I'm so mad at her, and I am yelling profanities at her and blaming her for making me come on this ride. Might I remind you that we do not have life jackets on. We finally make it through all the rapids, or so I think. A voice recording comes on, and is telling us all the facts about this last rapid, but mostly how only like 3 people have ever survived. OK, so now I am really freaking out and I am clawing at the walls trying to reach the top, so I can stop our boat. All the while Kirby is lounging in the back. The ride is in like a big hallway type thing. So i continue to freak out while the voice recording is telling me how I'm going to die. So I grab onto the raft for dear life, and hold on. We finally come to the waterfall, and it's only like two feet high. So I'm like, that was the waterfall? piece of cake. But the waterfall emptied out into this big lake thing, and the lake starts to turn into a whirl pool and our raft is starting to get sucked under. So I start freaking out again, because I realize that this is how everyone dies on this ride. Kirby meanwhile is still cool as a cucumber. So I'm screaming at her to used her hands as a paddle to try to row our way to the shore, but she won't. So I'm still freaking out, but then I'm like "wait...I just hung out with the prophet for 7 hours. I think I'll be OK." So our raft finally gets sucked under, and I settle down long enough to realize that I can breath under water. I also realize that Kirby disappeared. I look around me and see a bunch of other people just swimming around, and I finally realize that this is an underwater grocery store, and that there are hot dogs floating around everywhere.



So I start to swim around, and then I find my boyfriend. So we start swimming around holding hands. Well, apparently holding hands is against the law in under-water-grocery-store-land, and so they say that they are going to put my boyfriend on trial, and if they find him guilty he will be kicked out. I don't want my boyfriend to be kicked out without me, so I find a guy to pretend to be my boyfriend, so that he will get kicked out, instead of my boyfriend. So we I go to the trial with my fake boyfriend, and I realize that this isn't a trial to see if he will be kicked out, its a trial to see if he will be killed or not. I guess hand holding is a pretty big crime in under water grocery store land. I of course don't want to make my poor fake boyfriend die, so I start crying and I'm like "Don't kill him! I love him!".........then I woke up.

What do you think this means?

3 comments:

Enriquez Family said...

I think it means that you are about to get a boyfriend... oh lalal!! and then your gonna lose him to flying hotdogs! just a thought. what a crazy dream though. amazing you can remember it all.

Sean and Kyla said...

ok, so I know I am sitting in your room right now and just told you how much I love this post. But I love it so much that I am writing down a comment. Ok, my eyes are still watery and my face still a bit wet from the tears that fell as I laughed throughout the whole story/dream. I mean it. I was literally laughing so much that I cried...all within those few moments you were in the bathroom. oh boy Courtney. This is honestly one of the richest dreams I have ever heard. and I am SO GLAD you blogged about it.

Noss said...

i think you love hot dogs.