Life and Dreams

Life

Finals week is beginning. Thus, I am limiting my social outlets. My husband has locked me out of Facebook until Nov. 5. If you try to contact me on Facebook, my husband will receive it first. Best option is to e-mail.

My blog, however, will remain an outlet for me. Not that I blog very much, but this is where I'll put my thoughts that are truly pressing. I'm trading in status updates for more lengthy thoughts. No guarantees I'll blog a lot over the next little bit, but just the simple thoughts. Things I have to share with someone or I'll be too isolated to function.

Dreams

I had the strangest dream last night. It was almost poetic. I think my subconscious is writing some sort of novel. Anyway, here's what it was:

I was driving across Texas to meet Russ somewhere. He was giving me directions over the phone. I was in some small town and it was nighttime. Suddenly, I needed something from the store, and I stopped at a small grocery store.

After getting what I needed, I walked out of the grocery store. In front of the store was a married couple that I am sort of friends with (I won't name, names. But I knew exactly who they were). They were hanging out in front of the grocery store with another young couple I didn't know. They had their arms around each other's shoulders and were doing the can-can. Laughing, having fun.

Suddenly a homeless man walking across the parking lot fell to the ground, like he passed out. He was carrying something in his arms and as I came closer, I realized it was a baby. A severely undernourished wrinkly baby. I tried to wake the man but he was obviously wasted and unaware of what had happened. I looked at the baby saw a giant bruise forming on the baby's forehead from where he hit the ground when the man passed out.

I looked around to find someone to help the homeless man. I looked at my friends doing the can-can. I tried to explain to them that this man needed help. But they ignored me and the man and continued to do the can-can. Laughing, having fun.

I didn't know what to do. I felt like I had to choose between staying with the man or running the baby to the hospital. I chose to take the baby to the hospital and I let the old man die.

In the end

That's it. Weird dream. In for a strange week. C'est la vie.