I think I'm going to be writing in this more often...
It's Christmas today. That makes me happy. I love Christmas.
We woke up at 6, because my mom had to work at 7. We wanted to open presents before she left. Opening presents didn't take very long. My brother and I got my dad all three of the "Bourne" movies, which he loved. I knew he would. After he dropped my mom off at work, he popped in the third one. I fell asleep on the couch and was sent upstairs when my brother wanted to sit on the couch to watch the movie. I slept for another three hours. While I slept, I had the strangest dream.
I was at my church and teaching the children there with a guy I met at CEF when I went to take IOT in October (random?), and another girl (I knew who she was in the dream but I can't remember now). There were other people teaching more kids and we had them split up in two lines and we were playing some kind of relay game because I remember kids kept running back and forth between the fellowship hall and the foyer. That's all I remember about that part. Then I got on a train that was the CEF train, like it was taking me there. It didn't stop after I got on. The guy that I was teaching with at my church was on the train, too, and Eric Foley (a gym teacher at my high school who I never actually had and was glad for that) was the driving the train and apparently in charge. We had our own rooms or something on the train.. it was like we were never going to get where we were going and thus living on the train. The train was really long and I remember running down it while everyone else was asleep. I heard and saw sirens blaring from a train that was running parallel to us, like a police train or something. I run to the end of the train where the room of the guy who was teaching with me at my church was, which was across from mine, and these policemen were raiding it and taking everything out of it and putting it onto their train. I ran down the other end of our train to look out the window and see him in the other train, behind bars like a jail cell. I yelled, "What happened?" and with a look of total shock and confusion and anger he said, "He fired me," and pointed to Mr. Foley, the train conductor. I remember thinking, "I never liked that guy." I looked at the other train again and there was another guy in a cell looking at me, so that was when I caught on that this was some sort of prison train or something. The train started to pass us because it sped up, and the guy who was taken from our train yells "Tell Myra I love her!" I had no idea who he was talking about, but wondered who she was and felt a slight tinge of jealousy, which was weird. I went back to the other end of the train where his room was and suddenly everyone else on the train was awake. There were some of his things hanging on the walls of the train outside of his room, like running shorts and stuff, that the police men didn't take and there was another girl on the train with me who was saying how sad it was because those things meant so much to him. Talk about a weird dream. Hm.
Well, I'm going to my aunt's house for the second time today. She lives a few houses over. It's pretty sweet. We're gonna eat some cake.
Merry Christmas!
We woke up at 6, because my mom had to work at 7. We wanted to open presents before she left. Opening presents didn't take very long. My brother and I got my dad all three of the "Bourne" movies, which he loved. I knew he would. After he dropped my mom off at work, he popped in the third one. I fell asleep on the couch and was sent upstairs when my brother wanted to sit on the couch to watch the movie. I slept for another three hours. While I slept, I had the strangest dream.
I was at my church and teaching the children there with a guy I met at CEF when I went to take IOT in October (random?), and another girl (I knew who she was in the dream but I can't remember now). There were other people teaching more kids and we had them split up in two lines and we were playing some kind of relay game because I remember kids kept running back and forth between the fellowship hall and the foyer. That's all I remember about that part. Then I got on a train that was the CEF train, like it was taking me there. It didn't stop after I got on. The guy that I was teaching with at my church was on the train, too, and Eric Foley (a gym teacher at my high school who I never actually had and was glad for that) was the driving the train and apparently in charge. We had our own rooms or something on the train.. it was like we were never going to get where we were going and thus living on the train. The train was really long and I remember running down it while everyone else was asleep. I heard and saw sirens blaring from a train that was running parallel to us, like a police train or something. I run to the end of the train where the room of the guy who was teaching with me at my church was, which was across from mine, and these policemen were raiding it and taking everything out of it and putting it onto their train. I ran down the other end of our train to look out the window and see him in the other train, behind bars like a jail cell. I yelled, "What happened?" and with a look of total shock and confusion and anger he said, "He fired me," and pointed to Mr. Foley, the train conductor. I remember thinking, "I never liked that guy." I looked at the other train again and there was another guy in a cell looking at me, so that was when I caught on that this was some sort of prison train or something. The train started to pass us because it sped up, and the guy who was taken from our train yells "Tell Myra I love her!" I had no idea who he was talking about, but wondered who she was and felt a slight tinge of jealousy, which was weird. I went back to the other end of the train where his room was and suddenly everyone else on the train was awake. There were some of his things hanging on the walls of the train outside of his room, like running shorts and stuff, that the police men didn't take and there was another girl on the train with me who was saying how sad it was because those things meant so much to him. Talk about a weird dream. Hm.
Well, I'm going to my aunt's house for the second time today. She lives a few houses over. It's pretty sweet. We're gonna eat some cake.
Merry Christmas!