A Dream

Unsettling. That's how I'd put it. His eyes were wide, cold and full of evil. He was tall - 6 ft or so - with a well chiseled figure, and clean cut lines. He had brown hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to cut through you when you looked at them. His dress was very respectable. He wore dark chocolate colored pants, shoes, and button down dress shirt. His vest however, was slightly different. The outer color was the same, but the under side was gold.

At first, I payed no attention to him. I was in the lobby getting a snack. Yet for some reason or another, I left the theater, and he grabbed me. "You're coming with me," he hissed. He turned me around so I could face the building since we were now in the parking lot. He held my by the head/neck, and coldly said, "You're going to enjoy this." As I looked up, a fire ball accompanied by a loud explosion rocked the theater where my friends had once been sitting. I watched in horror as people fled the building. I pushed myself away from the man, and began to run. He looked at me over his shoulder with a slight laugh and evil grin that said there's no use running. He was right.

Somehow, he caught me again and I witnessed my friends die in that fire ball again and again. Each time I would find it harder to escape, and then he would catch me again. Until the last time, I found a way to defend myself. After I broke free of his grip, I ran around to the front of the building, and laid flat in the parking lot. There were dead all around me, and those faking dead. I made my way over to one guy who was faking dead and crawled under him. I asked him if he had a gun. He said yes. I pulled his 1982 vest back and pulled out his gun. Using the vest as a shield, that man came into view, and I took aim. I shot twice, hitting him in the heart. He didn't die. He simply looked at me with a soul full of evil and hate and said, "Get her."

I took off running and made it into a cab. When the cab driver turned around, he was a tree (it's a dream! There's gotta be something weird...). I looked down at the chainsaw in my hand and attacked the tree and got the heck out of Dodge. Some time had passed, but the Man was still after me. I knew he was. So, I was hiding out when a couple of my friends found me hiding under a counter. When they bent down to say hi, I killed them. Everyone who I saw had those eyes of hate. Everyone I saw was that Man. I was on the run for what would seem like forever.

Suddenly, I was back in the theater and the movie had just ended. I looked around, and was still freaking out. I looked over at Brianna and put her arm around my shoulder and said, "I'm staying with you tonight," still obviously scared.

Then I woke up. If I hadn't have done so, I knew that Brianna would have been killed by this man. I didn't want to play.

This dream felt so real, like I had lived it. Had I? Maybe. The man was so familiar. He seemed like a guy who would be the most amazing guy ever had he not been evil. Needless to say, I haven't been able to sleep well since Sunday/Monday. What scares me, is that this was my portrait of satan (that's me using the middle finger of grammar and putting the devil on notice), and I felt how real he was. The familiarity I felt about him screams at me to do something, but everytime I try, I fail. Hence the replay of the nightmare several times. The devil is moving - saints be warned!

This has been an interesting week. I promise something a little more cheery next post. As for now, I must go clean out the van before I get dad. It's dirty... and it's my fault. :) 5 days to the opening game of the Olympics (for Womens socceer). Anyone want to come to Haysville to watch a game @ 6.45 in the morning?

Battle Royale

I don't have the most exciting life right now, but I'm ok with that. In my awesome state of unemployment, I have done a lot of things that I wouldn't have been able to do if I were working (Ok, that's not true. It just seems like I wouldn't have the time to pull of the shenanigans that I have if I had a job). This afternoon while reading some posts on this awesome blog, I was thinking about he Olympic games of the average college student. Then I got to thinking about the movie Revenge of the Nerds where there's some bizarre competition to see which fraternity/sorority team was going to be the chair of the Greek Council for the next year.

So, in the spirit of the ensuing kick off to the Olympic games in Beijing, I decided to come up with my own games that should be adopted and played between colleges of all sizes. Mind you, I went to Friends University where it's a dry campus, so these will be non-alcoholic games.

1. Water Balloon Wars
Using only launchers, each team will have a set time period to destroy other team's fort with water balloons launched from semi-close range. The more damage the better. If you happen to get hit by a water balloon, you are a casualty and you can't help until the next round - if you make it. Specialty targets earn each team more points.

2. Best Prank
It's almost a guarantee that you know someone who thinks he or she is the best at pranks or onery shenanigans, each school will have a moch up of a room and they'll have 2 or 3 hours to turn the room into a walk-in "death trap" full of the subtle and not-so-subtle points of mayhem. Maybe, depending on the craftiness, there could be a theme to the room like, "They got me, but I got them better" or the "My Boyfriend Cheated on Me Revenge" or "Congrats on the marriage! Never give me your keys again" room. It's not a bad way to add a few new tricks to your already awesome list.

3. Ultimate Frisbee
This is probably the game that everyone will want to play. It's the one game that can involve everyone - the Flip Flop Gang, the closet bohemian athletes, and dog enthusiasts alike. Everyone loves a semi-contact sport that involves a frisbee. Everyone either feels like their 12. Or in my case, I feel like one of those really cool people who's natural habitat is a coffee shop, and when they are with friends, they smoke a pipe, and have really deep words of wisdom that could only come from Mr. Miagi from the Karate Kid, or Lucas from Empire Records ("What's with today, today?"). These are the people who drive VW vans, or some earth-friendly, tricked out Jeep. I digress. Ultimate frisbee is the biggest test of counter-cultural athleticism, and teamwork on a zen level. Bring it on.

4. Spirit Smack-down.
It seems that most of the time at competitions you get into a shouting match with other schools/teams. The louder the better. The cheezier the rhyme the better. It's a vocal and non-atheltic competition that shows you awesome freestyle skills, and willingness to tempt the fate and see how far you can push the envelope before you get punched in the face. So, this competition would me modeled a little after the battle part on the tv show Wild & Out and the mini cheer-battle from Bring it On. Which ever side comes up witht he best routines and burns the other team the most wins.

I would totally participate. I think I'm well-versed in most of the game ideas I came up with (with the exception of the last one. I have no flow). Also, I have superb aim with a 250 yd. water balloon launcher. Superb.

Long time coming

So, It's been a long time since my last post. I don't have any good reason for my lack of fruitful postings except nothing of great importance has happened to me since... well, June. Unemployment is just about as exciting as watching paint dry.

I did run away for a week and a half to Florida with the family. I don't have any of those pictures yet, because dad hasn't e-mailed them to me. Those will come soon.

Also, it's "hell week" as far as being swamped with Amy's wedding. It's been more than interesting trying to get everything done since I got back. I don't know what's going on, but there's nothing wrong with going with the flow. So, yesterday was the beginning of the bachelorette week and I know there are some awesome pictures that will surface eventually of me looking like a loser with a tiara on. Oh well.

In the mean time, I've been looking for work, trying to decide how I'm going to finish my degree, and just praying for the Lord to make himself known to me in ways that will change my heart. Oh. I watch a lot of soccer. A LOT of soccer. I've been on Fox Soccer Channel a lot, US Soccer has had some games on their MatchTracker thingy that have been fun to follow, and I've been studying old tape that I have recorded to help my girls come February. Oh my.

There's my sad attempt for an update. I hope that soon I'll have some more exciting news to share, but until then, I'll be sitting on my couch... watching paint dry.

Blessings,
Jelly