What do gorillas and soup have in common?

       I haven't been posting as often as I used to which I think reflects the fact that I have been sleeping well. Fewer sleepless nights mean less time at the keyboard so I hope you all are happy for me. Working in an office for my internship was enjoyable but the busy work it entailed didn't leave much room for ponderisms. Now that it's over and I am back to mindless grunt work I have more time to think about the universe and stuff. Also my recently improved sleeping habits have yielded some interesting dreams. I hope you already know that I don't take my dreams seriously. The morals I find in them are just for giggles and because there is not much else on my mind for the first few hours of the day.

       That being said I hope you can understand why I blog about my strange dreams every once in a while. Here are some of the dreams I have been having recently and what I've decided the moral should be.

        In the first one I was with a group of friends who collectively decided they wanted to go to the movies. We traveled down town and began to search for a movie theater and found one inside a large Borders Books (Right where a movie theater belongs- inside a bookstore). It was while we were picking a movie that we heard there were gorillas attacking people just a couple blocks away. While trying to come up with a feasible strategy to combat the gorillas I saw the Wrath of the Titans poster and came to the conclusion that the only way to defeat the gorillas was to learn how to throw lightning bolts. I set off to find Chemists who could help me learn how to accomplish this and found one who was more than happy to help. Unfortunately he thought it would be cooler to train me on top of a very tall building so we began to scale one and just before we made it to the top it was beginning to get dark. He said we couldn't train in the dark and we should try again tomorrow.
       I woke up shortly afterwards leaving my dream world at the mercy of the gorilla infestation. I was quite annoyed. The moral of this story: Don't fill your time with trivialities that don't really help you deal with the problem (and that lightning is an obvious weakness of gorillas).


      A couple days later I had a dream that was completely in Spanish and Harry Potter themed. I was promised by some friends that they would make me some caldo de res because I had been craving it for a while. As luck would have it I couldn't stay because I was going to Florida. When I got there it was a swampland full of hicks trying to sell random things. I was determined to make the caldo myself so I went to buy the only meat they had which consisted of frogs and baby alligators but they wouldn't sell them to me because I didn't know how to say alligator in Spanish. While I was asking around trying to learn the word for alligator we were attacked by death eaters and I was given a wand that couldn't do anything but open doors.
      The dream continued with many wizard battles that thwarted all of my attempts at getting my hands on that caldo and my craving was never satisfied. The moral of the story: Obsession often leads to disappointment. I was so obsessed with having my bowl of soup that I couldn't enjoy killing death eaters in Spanish.
   

      The truth is inspiration can be found anywhere if you look hard enough. I am still craving caldo though, Voldemort is a douche bag.

I had an adventure

   

         Those of you who have seen my first two pathetic attempts at a vlog know that for me to do something that involves a moderate amount of effort I need at least three reasons to do it. Even if it appears to be on a whim I still need multiple excuses to drag me along. The thing about my Saturday adventure was that I left the house with only one excuse. The sister of one of my friends was having one of those wedding things up in Hurricane Utah and my Dad thought we should go. Often I have avoided these road trips in the past but I surprisingly decided to support the idea. We left soon after and spent about two hours at the reception before hopping back into the car.
     

        With that one excuse accomplished we felt that the void in our gratification requirements could be filled with a fancy dinner at a place in St. George called the painted pony. My family has never been one to go to restaurants where you need to know which fork to use for what. I don't need 4 forks, 2 spoons, 2 knives and magic wand to enjoy my dinner. Personally I'm a fan of sporks. With that in mind eating at a place like this was abnormal and therefore a worthy addition to our needed list of excuses. I took my time eating bacon wrapped duck with reduced cider sauce and a celery root puree and after a while we finally left for home.

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        It is interesting to note that if we hadn't gone to the wedding and spent our time at the restaurant we wouldn't have been there to come across a woman walking along the side of the highway. My Dad, who is normally not quick to pick up a stranger, felt we should pull over. This woman was from California and had driven up to Utah to help her husband check into a hospital. He was a tweeker and they had been separated for a long time. After trying to check into several hospitals there was a disagreement and he began to wale on her until she jumped out of the car and he took off with it. She was left 60 miles outside of Las Vegas where we found her hiking in the dark and gave her a ride to the apartment of someone she knew in Vegas.

       Of all the excuses to drive out to Hurricane Utah this was by far the most rewarding for us. Who knows what else could have happened to her that night. We left with one reason and came back with three. This offers more proof to me that punching holes in our normal routines and mindset allows those gaps in our day to be filled with something more substantial and edifying. I love seeing miracles happen when you turn the steering wheel toward the unexpected.