Jolene

My dream last night involved one of my best friends, Jolene Fershweiler. It jumped around a lot, but the setting was her wedding. We were in a school gym somewhere and everyone was waiting for me to get changed. Jolene was worried that I wouldn't make it in time. She was dressed in this black and dark pink fitted dress with black laces up the front. All the bridesmaids were in these light pink foo-foo type dresses. I was a maid of honor with her sister, Jenny. We were wearing these dresses that were fitted in the bodice (they were dark pink, too) and then had a really fluffy bottom that was layers and layers of material and lace. They were knee length in the front and floor length in the back.

After the wedding, we were all standing around talking and crying. At this point, I was pregnant and my dress had changed slightly to accommodate the bulge, but no one could really tell that I was pregnant. All the guys in the wedding party were now wearing matching Old Navy Polo's that were navy blue and white striped. I asked Jolene why she didn't want them formal and she said because they are not that kind of people and Dusty wanted to be casual.

Then everyone started passing cards and notes around to each other. They were like thank you notes or whatever and everyone was being all sentimental. We went to some one's house after and everyone was just hanging out, like there hadn't been a wedding at all. I thought this was kind of weird, but then I thought to myself "Well, I guess this was only a renewal of the vows, so I guess there's no need for a big reception." (??? LOL) (END)

moving from Hawaii 3

In this version, our apartment looked like a combination of both homes in Hawaii and my parent’s place that we are staying at now.

I had a "roommate", but Will and I were married too. My roommate was Nagmai Keli'i from our ward in Ewa Beach.

I was furiously trying to pack and throw things into boxes and suitcases. Will was standing around not doing anything and kept asking me what he could do to help, which was just irritating me more. Why couldn't he just look around and see all the junk lying around?

Anyway, Nagmai and I shared a room and I had a huge air mattress that resembled the one we slept on in Hawaii. I was mad at myself for not cleaning out more stuff and selling it in the yard sale. I kept thinking to myself that I could have made a ton more money if I would have just looked around. I told Nagmai that she could have the mattress and sheets and stuff, but I just needed to clean under it. So Will lifted it up and the floor under there was covered in little tiny toys and pieces to game sets. So I just started throwing them all into a box. Will asked me why I didn't just throw it away and I said because they go to things that I have already packed.

I went out into the living room and the 2 suitcases he and I had packed and were planning to take had grown to about 15 boxes and bags. I was so irritated because all this time I had been thinking we were going to get home with everything we needed in just a couple of bags. (END)

moving from Hawaii 2

I was at the Honolulu airport (only it looked more like the Portland one) with Mariah and Brinlee. In my dream they were my 2 little sisters and I was flying home to the mainland with them. When we got back to the gate, I realized that I'd forgotten something and had to go back (not sure back to where). When I finally got back to the gate, the girls had boarded with out me and the plane was gone. I was hysterical! I was telling them that they needed to bring it back because I was supposed to stay with the little ones.

They ended up putting me on the next flight and I was crying and upset the whole time.

The plane made a "pit stop" landing at this bus station looking place. There was like a little mall and all these food places to eat. I just wandered around to pass the time and came to this area that had a long stainless steel lined hallway with a McDonald's sign hanging on the side. There was a girl standing at the front of the hallway giving people their food. I walked up to her and told her I wanted a chicken burger and a cheeseburger. She said ok that will be $40. I said "40 DOLLARS?! How 'bout $5?" She said in this weird robotic tone "That'll be $40...That'll be $40...That'll be $40...That'll be $40...". So I threw a $5 at her and left with my food.

As I was heading back to where the plane was "parked". I saw Mariah and Brinlee walking across the sidewalk. I ran over to them and we hugged and I asked them if they were ok. They said yes and that they had fun. I begged the stewardess at the door to let me get my stuff off the other plane and ride with them, and she agreed.

Then it switched and I was back at the Honolulu Airport and I was saying bye to my mom and dad. My brother Ross was walking with me to carry my luggage and I just kept sobbing and sobbing. He was hugging me saying that it's ok, I know you'll miss Hawaii, but you'll be so much happier close to family.

I left with my stuff and went to wait for my plane. I just kept sobbing and sobbing and couldn't control myself. (END)

moving from Hawaii

I was in our apartment in Hawaii. It looked like a combination of our old apartment on Puamaeole St. and the one we just lived in at Spinnaker Place on Kai'oli St. I was frantically trying to fill boxes and suitcases with stuff that I had not yet fit in somewhere. I had all these big items like baby gear and a card table with 4 chairs that I was desperate to fit in, but just couldn't seem to situate it. Plus I was trying to get everything off the floor so I could clean and get our deposit back.

When it turned to night, our backdoor garage neighbor (who in real life was my friend Cynthia that was NOT my back door neighbor) was peeking out her door to see if I knew where my kids were. I guess they had gone there earlier in the day and I didn't even notice they were gone. She closed the door when she saw me and then I started talking to her through her open kitchen window. I kept apologizing that my kids were bothering her and she said it was no big deal that they just played, etc. She gave us a goodbye plate of cookies and I went back home.

I was starting to get frustrated because I couldn't get a hold of Will and he was supposed to be home helping me pack. Then we just left and met him at the airport to fly to the mainland (END)

baby

This dream I had last night was kind of graphic and morbid. I hate when I wake up with that feeling of something terrible and emotional happening. It was a very long and consuming dream. I will try to remember as much of it as possible.

The first thing I remember is that I had given birth and the baby was at the hospital in the NICU. I was driving down Boones Ferry Rd toward my parents house and I got a call from my sister-in-law, Monica saying she got my message about the baby being sick, but she didn't know the baby died. My heart dropped! I gasped and couldn't get another breath. I also didn't know the baby had died. All I could do was pull into my parents driveway and sob like I have never cried before in my life. It was an all consuming, breath-taking sob that I could not control.

At some point I had been trying to get a hold of Will, but he wasn't answering and I was told that he drove to NYC to attend a church ward meeting. I was so upset! When I did finally talk to him I told him the whole series of events right up until Monica called and said she didn't know the baby was dead. He said "WHAT?!"

Then I was at the hospital and I was crying and yelling and the nurses at the station in labor an delivery wouldn't tell me where the baby was. Then one of them started crying and told me quietly that the baby was on the 7th floor in the nursery. I got on an elevator and my mom was there comforting me. That elevator was the slowest I have ever been on and I couldn't figure out why we weren't getting there. Then I realized that it had been going down instead of up and it was going WAY down. We finally picked up some old lady and then it started going up. When we reached the 7th floor, I went into the nursery saying, "I am Brinlee Erickson's mom, where is she" (Brinlee??). They handed me this framed plaque thing that had her picture and a bunch of cards and stuff signed. They were avoiding telling me where she was. There were rows and rows of baby bassinettes full of little babies. Then they pointed to this metal counter with a sink and there was a teeny tiny little brand newborn baby laying there on it's side and it was naked. As I ran over, I noticed they had covered the baby with saran wrap and the side of her little face was pressed against the plastic. I was freaking out! I was crying and screaming and dying inside. I asked my friend, who was suddenly there with me (it was either Taryn or Dotty) if she had a camera because I forgot mine and I wanted pictures. The baby did look like Brinlee, but I ended calling her by different names throughout the dream. I told the nurse that I wanted to hold her and they said no. I went to grab the baby and she said "NO!" we have to fix her first. When I looked back down there was this heavy metal thing twisted like a spring coil around her body with THICK screws sticking out all over. Some guy came over with an electric saw and started shaving the screws off and ended up shaving parts of the babies hair off. I was upset that they ruined her hair because I wanted to take some pictures. When they handed her to me I was smiling and crying and hugging her. I was carrying her around talking and singing. Then I realized that the baby kept making little noises and her eyes were fluttering. I went to the nurse and told her and she said "No, honey, sometimes grieving parents want to see movements, but she's gone". I was insisting that I heard her to anyone that would listen, then she opened her eyes and started cooing at me. She was saying "mamamama" (a newborn?). I showed the nurse and the baby stopped, but she was breathing and the nurse grabbed her and checked her. The nurse was moving so slow like she didn't believe it and didn't want to admit that she made a mistake. I said, "You know I hope that she doesn't have brain damage now from your little saran wrap stunt" and she said really quietly "yeah, me too".

Then Will and my dad showed up and my dad hugged me. (END)

job interview

I arrived at this large, really tall business building and on the inside there were escalators in each corner that moved between the 1st and 2nd floors only. In this dream it was located in Beaverton, OR and we were living in the house I grew up in on Joyce St. in Woodburn, OR.
I checked in at the office I was sent to by a temp agency and she gave me 2 folders. One had my name on and the other had my interview time on it, which was 5:15. It was about 5:05 and so I decided to use the restroom beforehand. After I used the restroom, I, absent-mindedly walked out of the bathroom and down the hallway toward the escalators. I got in my car and drove all the way home (about 25 minutes). Just as I arrived home, the sprinklers came on in the front yard and they were the kind that shoot up and around like a ticker. (That is the kind my dad used to water the lawn when I was growing up). When I got out of the car, my hair got drenched. As I walked into the house, Will was showering the kids and in that moment, I snapped back to reality and realized that I left the building without doing the interview. I started to run out the door, but I realized that my hair was soaked, but not my clothes. I ran into the bathroom and was brushing furiously trying to get all the tangles out. I decided that if I didn't take the time to blow dry it I could make it back to that office for the interview. I knew I'd be a little late and the entire time I was driving back I was making up excuses for why I was late. I thought I'd tell them that I'd just found out I was pregnant and that I was feeling sick and didn't realize how long I'd been in the bathroom, etc. Just then I was thinking I'd have made it back, only being 15, maybe 20 minutes late (Hello! I had to drive all the way home, get wet, brush my hair, and then drive all the way back. Dream time....??) When I looked at the clock to gauge how much time I had left, it said 7:15. I was panicked. I thought there is no way these people are gonna believe I was in the bathroom for 2 hours. And I was worried that no one would be there since it was so late in the evening. So decided that I would tell them the truth.

I got back to the building and there were people everywhere. I went to the elevator to go up to the 2nd floor from the parking garage. As I was approaching the elevators a man got on the elevator going up and I shouted HOLD IT! HOLD IT! and he ignored me and let it close. I was SO MAD! The nerve of that guy! So the next elevator came and I went up to the office. The secretary looked at me with this stunned look. I tried to explain to her what happened, but I couldn't spit it out. I just kept stammering, so I finally just asked if the interviewer was still there. She said yes, but that she was on the 25th floor in a meeting.

So I went back to the elevator, but I couldn't find it! I was running around through this maze of corridors trying to find the cubby area with the elevators. When I finally found it, I got to the 25th floor and nearly knocked the interviewer lady over as I was coming off the elevator. She recognized me (even though I'd never met her before) and I explained to her that I had just found out I was pregnant and that I don't know what came over me. I told her I'd gone to use the bathroom and then absent mindedly went home. She told me to follow her and we went to this break room area where there was a group of women having a meeting. I sat in on the meeting (I don't recall what it was about or what was said). After it was over, I stood up and said, I am really sorry, I just want to apologize to you all for being so late and then went into the long involved story of what had happened. They all just sat there staring at me, looking like they were thinking, "And we care, WHY?!" Then the interviewer lady said to me that they were really looking for someone with a college degree and that they had already hired someone from an earlier interview. I protested saying that some people consider 1 year of cosmetology school like going to college. (PSH!!!) (END)

England

This was a very long and involved dream. I know that dreams are supposedly momentaneous (is that a word?), but this one seemed to consume the entire night. I will try to recall as many details as possible.

I flew to England with my parents and my sister (I think it was supposed to be Jackie, but it didn't really look like her and she seemed younger than me, but not). Anyway, we got to this very English looking hotel and were talking to the gal at the counter. She was saying that they didn't have our reservation and my dad was starting to get frustrated, but she was super friendly and said that she would take care of everything. So she checked us into a room. We were supposed to have 3 separate rooms for some reason, but they didn't have 3. Knowing, what I know about the tiny OLD hotels in England, I was worried that I would have to sleep on the dirty floor, so I asked her how the room was set up, like was there 2 beds and what size. She said, oh, no need to worry! This room is a 3 bedroom suite!

As we were making our way to the room, we went into this kind of dark stairwell that had very few windows. And the windows were up near the ceiling, so you couldn't really see outside. I kept asking my dad what time is it? I forgot to reset my watch on the airplane (which is something my dad is very adamant about when we travel. ALWAYS set your watch to local time while still on the plane ). They kept saying they didn't know, but that it was probably about 8 o'clock in the morning. Just then, I caught a glimpse of outside and it was dark. I said, you must have set your watch wrong, it must be 8 at night.

Then we got into the rental car (without going to the room) and drove through the English countryside for a long time. I was soaking it all in and didn't want to miss anything. It wasn't dark anymore and it was a beautiful day.

We arrived at this huge sprawling farm house. The property was very uneven and partially un-developed. The house seemed really old and piece-mealed (sp) together. My dad dropped me and my 4 kids off there (ya, they showed up somehow), and we were walking around the property trying to figure out if anyone was home. I knocked on the front door and there was no answer, but I could hear people moving around in the house. So went around to the back door and it was open, so we went in. The house was huge and not a traditional layout. There were long and short staircases everywhere that lead to different levels and rooms. Each bedroom had one or two of their kids in it. (Our friends in England have 10 children).

When Jean, the mom, came into the kitchen, she was so happy to see us! I felt disappointed, in the dream, because it didn't really feel like the welcome that I'd expected. I wanted to know where April (who is actually my cousin from Utah, but she was their daughter in this dream. Their daughter, Amy, is my age and who I am really close to) was. They said they weren't sure, but that Shannon (who?!) was in the bedroom. Shannon kind of resembled my friend Amy and all throughout the dream I kept forgetting her name. I chatted with Shannon for a few minutes, but then her punk looking boyfriend showed up and they went to her room and closed the door . So I went to some of the other rooms to chat with some of the other siblings. Brooke (Aprils sister, my other cousin from UT) was in one of the rooms and she was SO excited to see me. We talked for a long time and I told her that I was really excited to see April and that I was hoping she would've been there when I arrived. She said that April had been away a lot and that she hadn't been spending a lot of time with the family.

When April finally arrived, she was with her boyfriend. He was this blonde kid, with long-ish, kinda shaggy hair and was supposedly in a rock band. April was super stand-offish and was reluctant to talk to me (which we used to be really close and talk all the time). She told me that she had been gone for about 842 (LOL) days and only been home for a couple days here and there. She said that she had been touring with her bf's band. She looked super unhappy. I wanted her to talk to me, but her bf was hanging on her like a leach and I knew she wouldn't talk to me with him there. They left for a while and I was really upset. I went to talk to Shannon, but when I got to her room, I pulled back this curtain that was hung around her bed and she and her punk bf were half naked making out on the bed . So I left and went to find Brooke, but she wasn't there. I went outside by myself and was walking around on this kinda of terraced part of the yard. I could see a road and some huge trees and I was just wandering around thinking about everything that happened. I saw my kids playing in the yard and they kept saying HI MOM! HI MOMMY! But I wasn't really listening. I think I waved at them, but just kept walking.

My parents showed up and then we were all chatting with Jean. Then we were in the kitchen and the back door busts open and 4 of my siblings show up. Jackie and Jay came in first, then Megan and then Paula. I was so surprised. They were all laughing because they thought they were so funny trying to surprise me. I kept trying to go up to each one of them individually to whisper in their ear that Shannon was sleeping with her bf (???), but no one would listen, except for her older brother. When I told him, he flew into her room and started trying to fight with Shannon's bf tellling him not to disrespect his sister like that. (END)