Adventures

I had a nightmare last night. Or early this morning. It was an extremely odd nightmare. Looking back on it, I don't really see why it was so frightening, I only remember the feeling I had during it.
There was a big white castle, the kind that you see on Disney princess movies. It was a pristine white that glittered when the sun hit the towers just right. The castle was nestled into a spring green mountain side, and the light that filtered the air gave the feeling that it was mid-May. I had the feeling that something terrible was looming ahead. The panic in my own heart was mirrored in the nameless character's faces. The only thing I knew was that the people of the castle's village were in terrible danger and we, (meaning myself and just a handful of other nameless characters) needed to get the people to the shelter of the pristine castle.
To top off the feeling of the dream, my subconscious had to add the knowledge that Elder Dearden was serving his mission at that very castle. I knew which tower he was in, and the fact that we were in the same place was killing me. I found myself at the front door of the castle and soon enough, Elder D and his companion came walking out. It was strange because they were no longer dressed in the traditional black and white missionary garb, but rather in jeans and a t-shirt. In fact, the t-shirt he was wearing was one of the many shirts that I spent a long time folding last night at my job. Needless to say, I was speechless at the sight of him. It was against the rules for him to even look at me and I had so much that I wanted to say to him. My mind ruled over my heart, however, and I quickly put as much distance between us as I could. He followed me. He was testing my will-power and it was on it's last, worn thread. I remember I finally asked him a question, and instead of addressing me, he answered my question to the friend standing next to me. I was hurt and felt rejected, even though I knew he couldn't look at me, let alone talk to me. But, we were in danger and we could die! Did that mean nothing to him?!
My dream catapulted forward in time. The people of the castle's village were securely in the confines of the castle and those of us who could fight were braced for an attack. The enemy was slowly advancing. It was an army of X-Men with that guy who could manipulate metal as the leader. He pulled apart the hidden shelter that shielded the people of the village and exposed them. I felt a loss of hope and knew I would never be able to make it out a live. As soon as those thoughts sprinted across my mind, a light bulb turned on. I was an X-Man too and I could fight back!
Are you on the edge of your seat? I was too. Then, as most cheesy stories and dreams end, I woke up to my roommate's alarm clock.