I just needed to write this somewhere.
I had a dream that every single person I knew, that was my age, started taking this class. I didn't want to take the class because I knew what they were talking about in there. It was taught by friend's friend. This friend of a friend was supposedly really hot. EVERYONE loved him. I didn't see it. I just thought he was cool to kick it with. Not everyone started out taking this class though. It started out slow, but became very popular. The layout of this dream was in my dorm. Just two doors down from my room was the classroom. That's not the weird part. Suddenly everyone got mad. Their eyes started glowing red and they were after me. They wanted to drag me by my hair into this classroom. I don't know what would've happened had they gotten ahold of me, but what I did know was that the professor was terrified, and I did everything in my power to get these (no zombie-like) acquaintances away from me. I smashed doors on their hands as they tried to claw at me. I zipped past their grabby little hands. Eventually I couldn't take it, and I slipped through the fire exit (or where it is in real life. In the dream it was just a door). It took me to this court yard that was fenced in. I ran with legitimately all I had left. I saw a van in the parking lot and ran up to her. She wouldn't answer my yells, and seemed to speak a foreign language. Finally I held up my fingers for "9-1-1". I spoke spanish to her (and I was way better in my dream than in person). She obliged unwillingly, but still called and reported my need for them. I ran outside the fence and into this church. Someone was in there waiting for me. I don't know who they are, or how they knew I was there, but I knew they'd be waiting for me. Like a safety refuge. The zombie-like people started popping up outside fo the church, but they no longer were zombies. In fact they had normal eyes again, and weren't after my flesh, but they did try to get me to go back to the classroom. But it was more persuasion than anything. They first tried to scare me into going back, but then they tried to play good cop. One guy in particular was just fighting. Finally the cops showed up. All the zombies played cool, but I still reported my experience. The professor ended up gone, and the cops believed me but couldn't do anything. Everyone went back to normal.
The weirdest part is that I knew that this had happened before the entire time. I knew what to expect. I wasn't confused by this outbreak, I was prepared, and I kept getting flashbacks of the last time this happened, but I never dreamt about it before. I wasn't scared of what was happening and the impossibility of it all. I was scared of them catching me because I knew what they would do. At least I did in the dream. I still don't know what was in that room. The classroom I knew everything about.
Houston Zoo Lights!
Oh Christmas, how ye are filled with so many memories. You accommodate so many of your celebrators.
Tonight at the Houston Zoo's "Zoo Lights" my family and I enjoyed the zoo (surprisingly with very few animals) and an amazing arrangement of lights throughout the park. People there were from everywhere! You saw the old and young, the tourist and veteran, the couple and family, the rich and poor, and the angels and the sinners. But one common thing among all who were in attendance, was the spirit of happiness. Even if some in the park were feeling overwhelmed by children, or maybe not as healthy as always, you could feel that they had a good time being there to celebrate such a beautiful holiday.
So once again, as I set off to write one thing a night until Christmas, I have the spirit of community and love to report on.
So Merry Christmas to y'all, and to y'all a goodnight!
Tonight at the Houston Zoo's "Zoo Lights" my family and I enjoyed the zoo (surprisingly with very few animals) and an amazing arrangement of lights throughout the park. People there were from everywhere! You saw the old and young, the tourist and veteran, the couple and family, the rich and poor, and the angels and the sinners. But one common thing among all who were in attendance, was the spirit of happiness. Even if some in the park were feeling overwhelmed by children, or maybe not as healthy as always, you could feel that they had a good time being there to celebrate such a beautiful holiday.
So once again, as I set off to write one thing a night until Christmas, I have the spirit of community and love to report on.
So Merry Christmas to y'all, and to y'all a goodnight!
Christmas time is here.
Ah, the first day after Thanksgiving, and the official start of Christmas season for most. The nights become most important. Settings that we are all used to become are now bathed in fake pine leaves, strands of lights, and a feeling of love and generosity. We bundle, we lounge, and we reflect on the year and who is most important.
My Christmas season used to be routine, when I was a kid, but every year since has been different. Now I don't have an exact script to look back on and think Christmas, but I have a feeling of love to cherish, and that is most important.
One exact event that could be labelled as my favorite Christmas memory was when my family went to Santa's Wonderland in College Station. It was spontaneous from my perspective, which is a rare thing for my family. I was surfing the computer, as usual, when my parents told me their plan. I was stoked. My siblings and I got our yearly Christmas pajamas that night (complete with slippers) and quickly changed into our snuggly uniforms. We were each given a variety of snacks, including popcorn, chocolates, Reese's Pieces, and our own drinks. (mine was hot chocolate, a personal favorite of the season) We grabbed our blankets and rushed to the car after taking a very Christmasy photo. Once we had climbed in, instead of watching a movie like usual, we read the story of Jesus's birth from Luke. Since the story was longer than the drive, the rest of the way we talked and enjoyed each other as a family. Because it was so late that night, the kids dozed off until our arrival. I remember there being traffic, but it wasn't significant in the memory. I do however remember the lights. Thousands of lights. Possibly even millions. Making rivers, houses, forests, skies, art, and memories for other families like ours. No need to get out of the car, we cruised through all snuggled in warmth of blankets, pajamas, and love. The night was perfect, and the air around it was the exact feeling I look for every Christmas. So thank you Chris and Maren Eberhard for giving me that feeling last year. (If you plan on it again, make sure it's spontaneous like last time(: )
And that's what I hope for every person during the holiday season. Not Black Friday deals, or the best lights in town, or even unplanned light surprises. I hope for the feeling that I gained from a loving family.
My Christmas season used to be routine, when I was a kid, but every year since has been different. Now I don't have an exact script to look back on and think Christmas, but I have a feeling of love to cherish, and that is most important.
One exact event that could be labelled as my favorite Christmas memory was when my family went to Santa's Wonderland in College Station. It was spontaneous from my perspective, which is a rare thing for my family. I was surfing the computer, as usual, when my parents told me their plan. I was stoked. My siblings and I got our yearly Christmas pajamas that night (complete with slippers) and quickly changed into our snuggly uniforms. We were each given a variety of snacks, including popcorn, chocolates, Reese's Pieces, and our own drinks. (mine was hot chocolate, a personal favorite of the season) We grabbed our blankets and rushed to the car after taking a very Christmasy photo. Once we had climbed in, instead of watching a movie like usual, we read the story of Jesus's birth from Luke. Since the story was longer than the drive, the rest of the way we talked and enjoyed each other as a family. Because it was so late that night, the kids dozed off until our arrival. I remember there being traffic, but it wasn't significant in the memory. I do however remember the lights. Thousands of lights. Possibly even millions. Making rivers, houses, forests, skies, art, and memories for other families like ours. No need to get out of the car, we cruised through all snuggled in warmth of blankets, pajamas, and love. The night was perfect, and the air around it was the exact feeling I look for every Christmas. So thank you Chris and Maren Eberhard for giving me that feeling last year. (If you plan on it again, make sure it's spontaneous like last time(: )
And that's what I hope for every person during the holiday season. Not Black Friday deals, or the best lights in town, or even unplanned light surprises. I hope for the feeling that I gained from a loving family.
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