Dream

last night i had an odd dream. This does not come as a suprise to me considering my dreams of this week have consisted of a crazy asian girl trying to eat my insides as well as my dad forcing me to ride a bycicle to st. louis while the rest of the family drove. So this dream was relatively watered down. I was sleeping in the Colwell's home but it was actually the Buchanan's old house with some slight alterations, Jil came in and woke me up and in a hurrued voice told me i was going to miss my flight back to rexburg. as i ran around the house trying to gather my things as quickly as possible i noticed a number of men in work clothes around the house fixing things. As i continued to gather my things i returned to the room where i was sleeping a young man was in there, nothing was said but i was under the impression that this young man was the author of one of the many blogs that i frequently read. We began to talk and i was quite taken with him and he with me, i decided to give him my number and as i searched for a paper and pen he tapped me on the shoulder and handed me both i asked him how he knew what i was looking for and answered that he had had the same idea. In my dream i remember feeling quite odd about this exchange because i have probably given my number to two people in my entire life one of them being jacob. as soon as numbers were exchanged we found ourselves outside of my home in sandy utah my family wasn't with us but i knew they were in the house specifically in the basement as we joked around i expressed some desire to go inside and be with my family and he agreed at that i woke up. i suppose it isn't too odd but i woke up feeling weird and a little smitten with this young man who i dreamt about.

so there you have it bleg. I have not felt well today but i did go to all of church and i am very glad that i did the lessons really hit me today i am not sure why but i am glad that i got to hear what i did. sometimes i feel like everything is so right and ijust want to stay forever maybe that is why i hate change because i have to adjust and reasses i would love to stay but i can't atleast i know that much.

if you haven't heard the soundtrack to Garden State do it, it is amazing.


one last thing i bet there are a ton of abandoned blogs on blogger it makes me sad that is all

ok this is the last thing i promise actually i don't anyhow yesterday i walked into the galley and heard some christmas music now i don't paarticularly like christmas music besides hymns ( played on the pianoand sung by a congregation that is ) and manheim steamroller good stuff anyway that is not my point this christmas music reminded me of my daddy it was smooth jazz style with saxaphones and it almost made me cry i am thinking only people who care are the siblings anyhow i am excited to go home is my point.