like an abandoned warehouse

Do you guys remember myspace? How it used to be all the rage until it was crushed in the wake called Facebook. Well the other day I was reminded of myspace and I thought to myself, "Man, I still have a myspace page out there...I really should delete that." So I just went to myspace. I don't want to use the word pathetic buuut...let's just say it's trying a little too hard to be like facebook.

I had a myspace blog so I checked it out. This post that I wrote back on May 2, 2007 seemed fitting to share with you now since my dad has been heavy on my heart the past few days.

"Seriously had one of the strangest dreams of my life a few nights ago...

I'm walking down the road towards our church when suddenly the wrath of GOD is poured out on Loon Lake in the form of thousands of tornados. How do I know it's the wrath of GOD? I just do, I also know that He is going to destroy all the non-believers. Then out of no where my dad is before me and he has been rendered unconcious, he falls forward into my arms and in that split second I know that GOD is going to take him unless I intercede. So as the tornados are drawing closer I lay on the ground in the middle of Taylor's field and start crying out to GOD on my dads behalf. I'm holding him tightly as it starts to pour rain. Then I notice that 3 girls have joined us, I know that they are angels. I ask them if they are there to help me intercede for my dad, they nod yes but I also know they are there to protect me from the coming wrath. Silently they all hold hands and form a circle around us, somehow they have enough hands to lay them on me as well. I close my eyes tight, cling to my dad with all the strength I can, willing him to stay on the ground and continue crying out to GOD. When I open my eyes I realize that we are in the centre of a tornado. As it rages around us I scream to GOD to have mercy on my dad, to give him more time. I'm sobbing, my hair is being whipped around me and my clothes are being tugged at by the rushing winds. The tornado passes. Soon after another one engulfs us, I continue to pray and cry and yet in the midst of all this I struggle to pull out my cell phone and I grip it tightly while I take a picture of what we are in. Over and over again tornados rage over us, and over and over again I scream to GOD for more time, for mercy. All the while the 3 angels hold hands and stay with us.

Slowly my dream fades away and I wake up with a very odd feeling in the pit of my stomach. I spent the entire next day with my dad. Maybe GOD is trying to tell me something? And maybe it was because I watched the first half hour of The Wizard of Oz the day before."

I still remember that dream vividly in my mind. Hmmm.

Also, one of these days I'll get around to deleting my myspace page. It's kind of creepy knowing it's just out there on the world wide web.

Please read this entire blog entry before you react drastically...

So last night I had to sleep in my car. I'm not really sure why, the details on that are fuzzy. I think I was parked in Anna's yard though...anyway it seemed to be an ok sleep. Some tossing, some turning, some strange sensations that didn't make sense at the time. In the morning when I apparently woke up I saw that Craig was walking into my uncles house and I thought to myself, "Craig?! What is he doing here and how does he know my uncle?" So I unwrapped myself from my blanket, started my car and drove over. I let myself in of course, although I don't actually remember opening the door...then I went and sat down at the kitchen table with everyone. My uncle was talking about a man wanted by the local police. They knew exactly who he was too they just couldn't seem to find him anywhere. They were spending a lot of time and effort looking for this man because he was doing something creepy and illegal. According to what my uncle was saying this man had spent that entire night breaking into peoples houses and painting their bellies red. I know, strange isn't it? My uncle said, "The paintbrush just tickles so it doesn't actually wake you up." As everyone else continued to talk I was thinking to myself, "What? And I was sleeping in a car last night? If this guy can break into a house without anyone waking up could he have got into my car?" Suddenly I remember feeling someone brush my hair from my face as I slept. Oh no! Did I too have a red stomach now? I wanted to check...at this point I became aware that I was in my pajamas...but I couldn't bring myself to do it in front of my family and Craig, who I still didn't understand why he was there. I could almost feel the red paint, now dry and stretching, on my skin. I didn't want it to be true!

That's when I woke up in my bed covered in goose bumps.

And that is why I was awake and baking cookies at 6:30am this morning.

Learn from your dreams

Last night I had a scary dream...

I dreamt that it was time for our camp staff appeciation banquet and I apparently thought I could handle planning and executing EVERYTHING for it. Without prior preparations. I was trying to make sure the turkey got cooked fully at the same time I was trying to finish putting together the game board for Camp-Family Feud. I was trying to make to make alfredo sauce without a recipe while people were telling me it was time to make the thank you speech. Supper was late, the games didn't go as planned (in fact they went horrible) and no one recieved a candy beside their plate.

Everyone was very, very angry with me. There was yelling coming at me from all sides causing me to cry my big, green eyes out. It was horrible. Just when I thought I couldn't take it any longer and I was making plans to fly to Romania and change my name to Olga I woke up. I woke up to realize that the appreciation banquet is almost a month away still.

And then I decided to ask Debbie to be in charge of the meal.