The Ninthlobby - Friends and Dreams: A Little Visit to Utah

Thank You Google. For all the free pictures

Yay! Today is V-day and I am back in good old California. Back from my trip to Provo, Utah visiting a few friends. For those that do not know Salt Lake City and Provo are predominately Caucasian and Mormon territory. My friends being these two fit right in. I was invited to go see my friends up at BYU back in January and thought of going to evade my failed attempts of getting a job and trying stand-up comedy.

Now me being half black & white technically an Egyptian, Jewish, Irish, Native American with an Afro. I stood out. But BYU (Where I mainly was) is also known as the friendliest college campus in America so it did not matter much. It just meant more hello's for me. As you can see with the random google picture of Provo to the left everyone is happy and white. They are probably just happy to be white.

I was in and out of Utah fairly quickly, but I hope I can recall my whole adventure. I took pictures, but not enough. I think I need to buy my own camera one of these days that is easy to pick up and also store.

The Flight

So as a poor, hungry, and sex deprived college student I flew to Salt Lake City with the finest yet cheapest airlines I could manage. US Airways and Delta were for me. Very cheap service, but who cares? A flight is a flight. I usually pass out half the time I fly anyways. This was my 3rd or 4th time flying (First time solo) and I was really not into it. I mean I liked gazing outside the window and even attempting to get past security with no license was fun, but my focus was else where. I mainly zoned out all 7-10 hours it took to get me there (Long delays).

Arrival

I arrived late at night in Salt Lake City or the holy land as I like to call it (Well the Mormons do). I was really tired and it was pretty cold. My old high school friend, Kim, picked me up with her boyfriend Jason. It was an hour drive to Provo so we mainly caught up with casual chit chat. I was also pretty tired so half the things they said to me I muttered back with unreasonable answers and random stories. It worked out. Especially with their low toned and polite voices it was hard to tell if I was insulting them or entertaining them. Neither would have surprised me.

The Dorm

Kim dropped me off at my friends Jon and Dustan's dorm which also included a variety of roommates (4 others, but I still saw more come and go).

Dustan was the one showing me around

My room, well the couch

The view outside

The first night was not too shabby. Everyone in the dorm was watching The Dark Knight. A movie I previously rated as one of the best in my January blog. I was mainly planning out the rest of the week's activities with Dustan. We planned to Ski ASAP and also visit them in class. Just like old times. Both sounded like fun. I was really jet-lagged so I passed out at my normal time (4am, I think).

Skiing at Sundance

So the very next day me and Dustan headed up to the local Ski resort, Sundance! It was an amazing place full of tall mountains, fresh powder, and amazing trails. I skied naturally and Dustan snowboarded. I tried snowboarding once that day which was a great mistake (I would rather forget that moment in time). We mainly went down blues, but I think I killed myself down a few black diamonds. Dustan was amazing and I struggled a bit back and forth down the mountain. I managed. I really love skiing and I started taking more control of turning especially with the poles. This was my 5th time and I think I am good enough to say I am an intermediate skier. Still slow down the mountain, but slow and steady. I am just cautious. I am not the best on the lift though. I knocked Dustan off a lift by accident probably because I was just not paying attention. I think I just sat too close to him. I was showing love in a dangerous way. But it was in the beginning of the lift so he slipped off more like the first death in Jurassic Park (That made it seem worse).

Anyways here are some pictures of that day:

As you can probably tell from the pictures we spent more time on the lifts. Although it is a nice cool down I wish I could just teleport to the top. That would be amazing. Anyways it was a great day to bond with Dustan who I have had some rough times in the past with. But I have been friends with him for a great length of time now and he was really the first high school friend I made and kept hanging out with. He is even getting hitched soon. I am proud to say good luck to him. Good luck Dustan. Or maybe I need some luck. Meh, whatever.

The Rest of the Trip

So after the whole arrival and ski adventure the rest of the trip was pretty tame. I went to class with my friends, but I was so sore and tired from skiing to really participate. I slept in Jon's astronomy class and sang a song in Kim's chasity class. Well I took some notes, but it was to no avail. My thoughts were between skiing and eating. I even went to a few dance classes, but I really, really am not a dancer. I like dancing with friends with good music, but that is it. On my last day I also went to the Salt Lake City temple and checked out a couple tourist attractions. But I almost missed my flight because of it. But it was worth it to see the hot Sister missionaries (Yes, I am going to Hell) and the pimp artwork of Jesus and friends kicking some Ass.

The Nightmare

The day after skiing and between classes I chilled at Kim's house after going to her chasity (Marriage and Family) class. It was nice to see her friends, roommates, and even her place, but I was way tired. I passed out uncomfortably on yet another couch (I will die on a couch one day) as Jon came over to do some homework while Kim did what she does best. I did not have a punchline for that last sentence. Anyways as I slept I had a very weird dream.

A nightmare.

I was with Kim on a bright sunny day at a festival near a forest. We were walking around checking out the artwork of nature. Kind of like checking out the art of clouds. Every once in a while I kneeled down to check out a tree or a cool thing-a-jig in the forest that looked interesting. Each time I would pull Kim down with me (On accident) to whisper something private about the art in her ear. She would smile and this went on for a while (Except we were not just whispering, cough). Inbetween all this her boyfriend who was Zac Efron for some reason would get in the way and try to break us up. Although we were just being harmless friends trying to enjoy the art in my whacky dream.

Eventually I got pushed out by Zac (Singled out is more like it) and my friend Jon told me to run before I got hurt. I did and immediatley fell into a moving train. Kind of like the BART. On the train I went from cabin to cabin (Train sections) trying to get away from the danger behind me (Kim's boyfriend or something worse?). I stopped at the final cabin full of weird FBI looking people in the dark. They were all looking out a single window with a camera and other high tech gear focused on the events outside (I was not looking out the window yet). I looked across this cabin to see the Operator driving the BART but instead saw a demon looking thing in the reflection of the door. I consciously knew I was now in a nightmare. Just great. As I stared at the demon I felt like I was sucked in for a second towards it and slowly I looked away. The next instance another human was teleported to a seat near the window but also transfixed on what was going on outside. Feeling stuck I sat down near him avoiding the demon and looked outside. I saw a dark city moving past me quickly. I did not know at first what it was, but I knew it was familiar. A tall city like bulding came by us and I looked into it to see the filming of a Snuff or porn like film (This was a nightmare after all). I will not go into details of what I saw, but at the end of the dream everyone was staring at me and I felt my body go into a sudden panic. I woke up to my phone vibrating. My dad called me about my court case next week. He saved me.

I am not sure exactly why I dreamed this, but I do know for sure it was relevant and that the city I saw was Korea. South Korea to be exact. My future or maybe another metaphor? Who knows. If anything I was disappointed to know I am still having nightmares. Especially at BYU of all places and next to my two friends with pure hearts.

Maybe I really am going to Hell.

Bonus Pictures

I should write more and finish this story off in a proper sequential order, but I am still jet-lagged from coming back home, a little lazy, and this is Valentines day. I remember a V-day back in high school I was crying because I did not have a Valentine and I was trying so hard to get one. Man oh man. Reminds me of the several talks or three I have had with some good friends over my love life.

What love life you ask? None. Natta. I gave up on that stuff.

But I am not here to drown my sorrows on a beautiful and lonely night. So here are some final pictures of my trip with captions for my fans, if you read this far. By fans I mean my friends and curious onlookers.