sometime in 1995 . . .
missionaries
I was playing a computer game that was a combination of a game and reality. I flew a jet plane over a desert and was shot down. after crashing in the sand, I had to walk for several days to get out of the desert. since I really had to do the walking, I became tired and my dad continued my game. he had walked a short distance when another jet flying behind him shot a powerful laser at the ground close behind him. the sand became a wave of molten glass and splashed over him. he wasn't burned, but had to push his way out before it hardened and trapped him.
later, I was at church. I was in charge of a dinner that I had forgotten to organize, so a lot of people were angry at me. the scene changed to an apartment where I was getting dressed to go somewhere, as were several other people. I wanted something for breakfast, and a guy showed me a machine in the bathroom that piled frosting on a cracker with an olive on top. it didn't look very good.
back at home we were having steak for dinner. after everyone else had taken theirs, there was no more for me. I complained, but everyone just said things like, "oh, well, that's too bad." eventually my mom cooked me one. after dinner, my sister and I went outside. we walked along a freeway next to a large muddy lake that had formed where construction workers had dug a hole. we thought of swimming in the lake. I walked along a train track, kicking dirt into a long ditch. I thought that doing this would make up for my failure to organize the dinner.
back in the apartment, we were still getting ready to leave. I discovered that we were missionaries. I got in a car with another missionary, and we drove to a cave. as we got out, I noticed that we were dressed strangely. I wore a tie, shiny metallic pants, and a Power Rangers helmet. the other missionary was dressed entirely as a Power Ranger. we tried to enter the cave, but an army official guarding it told us that we had to walk through a metal detector. we'd also have to change our clothes. he explained that the heightened security was because of an act of vandalism earlier that had caused a train to crash into a shipment of something. I realized that my kicking the dirt into the ditch had caused the crash.
the other missionary changed into a bicyclist uniform, complete with helmet, tight shorts, and sunglasses. the guard handed me some huge Boy Scout pants, which I pulled on over my metallic ones. he also gave me a brown life preserver, and I removed my Power Rangers helmet.
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