My dream/Roses and Ballons

The day started out pretty bad. Me and Michelle woke up and she had to keep an appointment. So I start telling Michelle one of my dreams and she was ignoring me. It happened for a second time and I stormed out. The point wasn't that she didn't listen that time, its that latly she has been kinda ignoring what I was saying and it irked me. Eventually she gets out. I tell her I'm not going and she don't care. She leaves and I go back to sleep.
As for the dream, I was running away from my brother Ricky and then I arrived at this one house. I played soccer with my old childhood friends and a younger looking Jeff was there. I stopped playing and then went in the house. There, people were scared but one by one went outside. I took a peak out and it was a GIANT moving church with 3 towers, all had crosses on them. The middle one had fireworks coming out the top whenever someone went in. Then I thought it was the end and decided to hide. I then waited awile and saw my dead grandma. She was in the kitchen. I was like, "this can't be real, I must be dreaming, she's dead" SO i touched something and focused. No change. I then seen my lil sister in the oven and another, younger version of her running around. I got really scared and left my hiding spot to the living room. There my grandma was and I gave her a hug. I was happy that I got a second chance to treat her better. Then, I heard, it is time for the end, and only a woman can end it. So someone went out and then I seen rolling credits. I then woke up kinda affraid.

After waking up again for a second time *michelle is gone* I wake up and hear the phone rang. Michelle wanted me to come up to the college. I went right to the bus stop and caught the bus. From there, I went to a folorist and got her 2 roses and 3 ballons. I decided to get her something to make her feel better because her voice sounded really sad. Anyways, I eventually get to the college with all that. She is surprised and happy. She goes to her class. Eventually I have my Critical thinking one.

In that class, he wants us to do a group project and actually make a difference in the community. When we do our different reports on books and stuff, he wants us to write about how we feel about the book and not just try to get the point the author wants you to get. He wants us to actually learn something. He says he don't believe in traditional tests that just test your short-term retention rate. He wants to see how the ideas presented to us has effected our thinking and our lives. He is very non-tradtional. He even has us reading this book called Tao Tu Chang. It's like some zen book. Has sayings and stuff. I think the class has alot of potential to be great if not different.

As for myself, I have had a lil bit of free time since I only have 1 class today. Thought a lil bit about God and how I may try to attend something this weekend. I still don't feel any close bond at the moment. I hope that will change. That is all. ~END~

Isn't it odd when you dream about lost loved ones? There was a time where I had a ton of dreams about my mother, but in the dreams all we did was fight, and I would wake up depressed because I wanted to dream about hugging her and having nice talk and stuff, instead of wasting the dream-time fighting. I also dreamed this really heartbreaking thing about my grandfather, in the dream he came home to my grandmother's house and I was crying, because he was dead. he'd come home from town like he had every Saturday when he went to get a paper and some groceries and treats for me when I was a kid. he came in wearing the same old-school old man hat,and his going-to-town clothes. I could smell his cologne, and he put things down on the table, and it was SO REAL. And then he told me he had to go, and I was crying and begging, and pleading and he told me it was ok and I woke up actually feeling ok from that one. But it's still hard, you know?
Life and death are both tough things.

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