Some of my dreams are one-hit wonders, like the one where I was Clint Eastwood or the one where I was popping wheelies in a Mitsubishi Eclipse with Salma Hayek. Others are recurring, like the ones where I'm driving cars with no brakes or running over hippies with a double-decker bus.
Here is what I wrote in a notebook after one recent "second mission" dream:
"...I wake up on couch in the living room of a host family during some sort of a mission transfer. One of the family's sons has a friend who is completely tattooed and is constantly texting with some kind of a fake tail that has been surgically attached at his left hip. When I wake up I am covered in travel bottles of NyQuil and disappointed that I am on a second mission (and less than one month in). As I lay on the couch I notice that the family has these little gnome house servants who are sneaking around my stuff stealing items (like disposable contact lenses). When I confront them about this, one says, 'puck you.' I think I may be in the middle of a transfer to the office with another missionary (it's his disposable contact)."
I don't know what the part at the end means. Actually, I don't know what the whole thing means. If any of you have any ideas, feel free to share.