Good morning. I find that when I wake up and tell myself good morning...it's more likely to be so. However, it is almost the afternoon. I need to start waking up early again. I get nothing accomplished when I wake up late, but I cannot seem to wake up for my alarm clocks anymore. I think I'm trying to avoid thinking about what I need to do after graduation, but it's going to come just the same so I might as well prepare.
I awoke to the not so soothing sounds of my sister practicing on the keyboard. I quickly went back to sleep. That was around 8:40, it is now 11:18 and she has moved on to practicing her violin...BLAST MY MUSICAL FAMILY! I should thank her, because I need to get out of bed, but I'll probably go make fun of her and blame her for me getting out of bed. What can I say, I'm a big sister, we do that.
Before I'm productive today let me tell you about my dream. Like most of my dreams or beautiful nightmares, it was rAndOM.
I was working in a restaurant that somehow became a homeless shelter by the end. At first I was the waitress and my boss was that new girl with short red hair on law and order. I apparently was in love with one of the other waiters but he liked someone else and they ended up getting engaged. I convinced my boss that we needed to have something in the mall to attract more customers so I wouldn't have to be around that boy. Christmas shoppers were going crazy buying gift certificates at our booth and they wouldn't leave me alone even when I said it was time for me to close up. I was freaking out because I was going to miss my train home. After finally closing everything up, someone shouted my name which scared me and they chased me out of this amazing and humongous mall with tons of escalators and elevators. I then missed the train and the train tracks were very extensive and criss-crossed everywhere. But then my train came.
I don't know how the transisiton occured but I remember the end of my dream I was closing up the homeless shelter food bank that for some reason closes during Christmas break. Some of the other workers from the shelter asked if they could keep some of their things in the front room over break so they wouldn't have to take them home. Our boss, I can't remember who it was but I'm pretty sure it was someone from TV, said that was fine. I didn't want to leave my bike in the front room with everyone else's things in case someone broke it so I put it in the back room which is how I saw the kid. He was sitting in this big arm chair facing away from the door so no one could see him. I almost screamed but he put a finger up to his mouth as if to say "shh" and then mouthed the word please with tears in his eyes. I left him for a minute to put by my back and racked my brain about what I should do with the kid. I realized the back room had tons of windows so I wanted to hide my bike behind the tv's on the rolling carts ( I have no idea where they came from). I closed the closet in the back room and then thought it would be smart to turn the tvs around so no one could tell what they are if they looked in the windows and that way no one would want to break in there either.
As I was walking out I noticed two of the windows get pushed open. I grabbed the arm and found that it was one of my kids I used to work with at
Los Ninos when I went to Quito, Ecuador during high school. I looked outside to see all of my kids from
Los Ninos there and they told me they needed a place to stay. The owner said they could stay there over break if I stayed with them. I was going home for break though and he said they couldn't and I started crying. I woke up crying for real.
My dreams are either very simple or very complicated. This one was complicated. I have no idea what it was about, or why I woke up crying for real. I DO NOT CRY. But it was so crazy and I actually remembered a lot of it, which is rare, so I felt it necessary to write it down.
Now I am going to get out of bed, and be productive today. I will list everything accomplished at the end of today.
