|Here they are deciphering stuff. I chose this picture because I just love Ellen Page, and her outfit.|
That is the background, this is the foreground.
Last night I had a rather crazy dream. I was with my roommate Charlotte and my friend Kelli (who is currently in the MTC- go missionaries!) and we had just arrived at the Conference Center. We were on the very right hand side on the terrace level. As we were walking down to our seats, I said to Charlotte, "Where is Sarah (another of our roommates)?"
She said,"Oh she was hoping to come but turns out she has dance practice at 10 am, and you know how her teacher is."
So it was just the 3 of us there to watch the young women's general broadcast at 10 am. As we're waiting for it to begin, I notice my dad sitting on the stand next to Pres. Eyring. For some reason I was fairly calm and collected.
Charlotte said, "Isn't that your dad?"
"Of course it is. He always wears a green dress shirt under his suit." (For the record, this is not true.)
I also noticed that his tie was really loose. Like way too loose. As in, the knot was nowhere near his neck.
Then I started to get concerned.
But, then when the broadcast was supposed to start (you know they do the little minute countdown) suddenly President Eyring started to play some musical instrument. Then somehow my dad pulled out what looked like a cornet, some other guy on the stand had a trumpet, and another had a trombone. They started dancing and playing their instruments all over the stand.
Needless to say, the crowd went wild.
At first I didn't know if I ought to join in, clapping and hollering in the Conference Center?... totes inappropriate. But after I saw Sis. Beck cheering (she was the YW president) then I felt ok to cheer. Suddenly, my lil' sister Lizzy replaced Charlotte and Kelli and they were nowhere to be found. But Liz and I ran to the front to cheer on our dad.
When he saw that we were coming up, he left the stage (in the middle of the song) and comes from the back-stage with multiple boxes of flowers. He puts them up by the other guys and they start tossing them towards the crowd. (For the record, the audience shrunk to more of a de Jong concert hall size rather than the Conference Center-- I know, quite the transformation right.)
So my dad starts throwing the flowers to us, and a bunch of the young women from our ward were suddenly surrounding us. Some of the flowers were lovely. But some were lettuce leaves with that terrible flower dye. Ya know how Memorial day arrangements have those white carnations that are sprayed that very unnatural blue. That's what we were dealing with here.
I don't know if they figured hey, some people in the distance will just see the colors and the lettuce and assume they are flowers... it was interesting.
So then Lizzy and I were like, dad come sit next to us so you can watch the rest of the broadcast.
But we had driven separate cars so he could keep his performance secret from us, so he decided to drive home and beat the traffic.
Cuhrazy right! When I first woke up, I had no idea why I had that dream. But now as I type it all out, I am sure the biggest influence was watching music man with the family last night (Dad's choice).
Also, I am sure it helps that I saw Sis. Beck on the stand when Condoleezza Rice spoke at BYU the other day (I'll save those details for another post. She deserves her own, because it was one of the most enlightening and motivating meetings of my life.)
|Sarah Jane's photo at Kelli's farewell. (She is on the far left)|
But I can't explain the setting.
Conclusion: Dreams are powerful and quite creative.