My Dream

Last night I had a weird dream, one that I never had before. If you read this entry, please read the whole thing.

The dream started with me and my parents driving around some town that looked like it was Marion, IL. We were looking for a place to eat and we thought about Burger King, but instead we went to Sonic. For some reason my parents made me mad enough to get out of the car and walk around.

I walked to the other side of the building and went down a concrete ramp. There I saw a few white plastic tables lined up together with food on them, and surrounding them were these other round tables like the ones we have at my campus, in the Student Life Center, both tall and short. Well I went on farther forward and my parents were there at one of the short big tables. At another table that was similar to this one was a little black girl who couldn't have been more than 4.

Someone came out of the building and told us to drink whatever we wanted from the tables because they had a party scheduled and they canceled at the last minute. so we all grabbed a drink and for some reason, my parents and I started discussing racism, using a few choice offensive terms. Well this offended the girl and she proceeded to tell us off. I then called her the 'N' word and she asked me why. I explained to her that my view of people who are called the 'N' word should be called that only if they are being the stereotypical 'N', I then turned around to sit back down with my parents. She then said that she was very offended by what I said and demanded an apology. I then turned back around to her and asked her, "Do you even know why you should be offended by these things we were talking about?" There was nothing but silence for a bit, then she said, "No."

I went back to my table as if I had won the battle, but I felt her anguish. I knew that she felt horrible for not knowing why she should be offended. So I went over to her and asked her if she wanted to hear a story. She was ecstatic and quickly moved over to a tall table and chair, which had to have been about 4 feet off the ground, and the table was about 3 1/2 feet wide. Keep in mind this is a 4 year old girl. So I told her I was going to tell her the story of Jessie James, which got her very excited, which in turn got a chuckle from my mother. So I told her the story and I got her even more excited by getting into the story, just providing a little physical display when Jessie shot his guns.

It was about this time that her mother came out of the building with a little baby girl, her daughter. She saw me telling the story and interrupted me saying, "Oh please could you restart the story? I really wanna hear it." I told her, "No, just let me finish it and I'll tell it to you later." So I went on telling the story.

Halfway through the story She started trying to hug me and have me carry her, but I kept putting her back on the chair so she could stand and be face to face with me. The third time I did this I stood her up on the chair so her back was to the table. She had not fully caught her balance when I let her go, so she fell back on the table, flipped off on to the floor where she landed on her neck and continued to roll backwards, first on her belly, then to her feet, and finally she rolled right between a chair seat and the supporting bar at the bottom of it and ended up hitting her back and head against the table's support bar. She instantly died, and even though my parents and I knew this, my mom ran over and picked her up by the arm and held her. The poor girl looked like a ragdoll with no action, and no joints in her neck and arms. I was shocked at what had happened and I felt horrible. My mom then shouted at me, "I hope you're happy!", as she rushed the girl away to the hospital. The girl's mom said nothing more to me but, "Could you finish the story now?", as if she never cared about her daughter.

I then woke up and I was scared to death. It really felt as if the dream happened. I couldn't get back to sleep and it really made me think about the views I have and what I used to believe. The reason I wrote this is for you all to look at the world today. There are so many people who are like the mother in this, living in a world where nothing is sacred, not even a human life. Also, take a look at yourselves. Many people have the views that I had in my dream, and I see that this is wrong.

I just felt I should share this with you. Comment if you want, but just read the whole thing. I apologize if this has offended you, but we can't control our dreams. Please tell me your thoughts, I would love to hear your opinions.

5 Weeks

Well, I made it five weeks with my newest girlfriend, Cara Hunt. Yep, I made it past 9 days. It was a fun time, and it ended pretty well, we are still gonna be friends. Other than that there's only a few more weeks of school left this semester. The work is starting to pile on, but I can get a handle on it. Today was a pretty awesome day, with the exception of the breakup. I got to practice baptism today, which I thought was cool. I learned different techniques, and how other denominations may do it.

I recently got to go home, which was the first time all semester. It was great to see family again. I nearly cried when I had to leave my nieces and nephew. It was sad as I was leaving Missouri, but not as bad as it used to be. I guess I'm getting used to being away from home. I might even try to stay up here for all but the long breaks from now on.

Well, I can't really think of anything else to put on here, so goodbye for now. I'll try to write more for whoever wants to read it. I just couldn't think of anything to write for the past month. Well, see you all around.