Odd things are happening
And I don't just mean all the natural desasters.
I keep having these twilight zone moments. It's the third time in a month that I've heard a train whistle followed by loud traca-traca noises like the vagones de un tren, but there are no traintracks around here. Fortunately I am not the only one that hears them, otherwise I might think I'm losing it, or that there's some crazy magic portal outside my window or something.
... That would actually be kind of cool. I wish it were a magic portal.
Anyway, things have been pretty good. I'm excited to go back to Mexico as always but I'm also sad the semesters coming to an end (who'da thunk, right?). I had such amazing classes this year! And all in all joining the sorority turned out to be a pretty great descision, it seems. The only problem is getting myself through the final stretch. My mind can whiff the fresh smell of liberty and I'm finding it harder and harder to get my work done. Which is bad because I have two essays and a movie review due on Monday alone.
Oddly enough I had a really terrible dream two nights ago. Actually, it was in the morning after my roommate woke me up at 4:30. I couldn't fall back asleep untill 6 am and then I had the dream. It was really long, but the important part was that I walked home and I was being chased by three Arab guys who turned into Mexican gangstas. I walked into a little restaurant which happened to be annexed to my house and my dad kind of got in their way. One of the guys took out a knife but his buddies made him back away and I turned to my dad and told him "I'm so happy you're alright and that you're in good health!" Then that night I woke up and found him dead in the hallway with a little square cut into his forehead. It was really terrible. I tried yelling for my mom but my voice died out so I ran to her room and at first she didn't believe me. Then she saw him and called 911 but she said he was already dying. Then I started to write on my dad's shirt sleave, I can't remember what I wrote, and I sketched the covers of various LP's onto the same sleave. Then my dad started muttering something to me. "I ate eggs. That's why this is happening to me" he said. And I started yelling at him "You chose eggs over your family?!" And then I woke up litterally crying. It was really scary... at the time.
Weird in retrospect.
I keep having these twilight zone moments. It's the third time in a month that I've heard a train whistle followed by loud traca-traca noises like the vagones de un tren, but there are no traintracks around here. Fortunately I am not the only one that hears them, otherwise I might think I'm losing it, or that there's some crazy magic portal outside my window or something.
... That would actually be kind of cool. I wish it were a magic portal.
Anyway, things have been pretty good. I'm excited to go back to Mexico as always but I'm also sad the semesters coming to an end (who'da thunk, right?). I had such amazing classes this year! And all in all joining the sorority turned out to be a pretty great descision, it seems. The only problem is getting myself through the final stretch. My mind can whiff the fresh smell of liberty and I'm finding it harder and harder to get my work done. Which is bad because I have two essays and a movie review due on Monday alone.
Oddly enough I had a really terrible dream two nights ago. Actually, it was in the morning after my roommate woke me up at 4:30. I couldn't fall back asleep untill 6 am and then I had the dream. It was really long, but the important part was that I walked home and I was being chased by three Arab guys who turned into Mexican gangstas. I walked into a little restaurant which happened to be annexed to my house and my dad kind of got in their way. One of the guys took out a knife but his buddies made him back away and I turned to my dad and told him "I'm so happy you're alright and that you're in good health!" Then that night I woke up and found him dead in the hallway with a little square cut into his forehead. It was really terrible. I tried yelling for my mom but my voice died out so I ran to her room and at first she didn't believe me. Then she saw him and called 911 but she said he was already dying. Then I started to write on my dad's shirt sleave, I can't remember what I wrote, and I sketched the covers of various LP's onto the same sleave. Then my dad started muttering something to me. "I ate eggs. That's why this is happening to me" he said. And I started yelling at him "You chose eggs over your family?!" And then I woke up litterally crying. It was really scary... at the time.
Weird in retrospect.