Tuesday, September 20, 2005
I open it and see an older lady that lives down the street from us, who I've seen while walking the dog and such. She says that's she's in a 'situation' and needs my help.
I offer for her to come in, but she says she needs my help at her place. After I throw on a T-Shirt, I go outside and follow her down the street. She explains that she's locked herself out of her house because she lost her garage door opener.
We walk into the back yard and there is a ladder right next to a window. She asked me to crawl through it and open up one of the doors. So I shimmy my way into her bedroom in a small space between her bed and nightstand and go to the back door to let her in.
After she thanked me, I told her my name was Jerod. Her name is Betty. And now we're neighbors.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
But last night's dream was especially odd and cool. I was riding in a huge purple car...maybe an Impala..
Something like this car. Anyway - I'm riding along with Snoop Dogg and Nate Dogg. We pull up to a huge metal-ish warehouse and walk towards the front door. I open the door, peer inside, and turn back around to Snoop and say, "Do you roll with 50 cent?" He says, "No" and the next thing I know we're running back to the car. Gun shots ring out, I'm lying down in the back seat, and I get shot in the stomach. Then I wake up.
Dream interpretations welcome.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Friday, September 02, 2005
Well. Pretty much.
I survived the first full week of classes at DTS. I feel like it pretty much owns my soul. Hopefully that will get better. Or maybe there's a pill or something for that feeling.
Bingham's church history class is at the top of my list.