This blog is dedicated to my Yunka Bill, who has been encouraging me to update my blog so he can know more about what's going on with me, even though we email almost every day :)
This past week, I started school. This is my fourth and final semester at Chandler Gilbert Community College. I need to schedule an appointment with an advisor, but I think I will be graduating this May with my associates! And then I will hopefully be transferring to ASU in the fall to continue working to become a high school English teacher. :)
All my teachers so far are really nice-I have two education classes (exceptional learners-children with disabilities-and English language learners), one literature class, an online communications class, and a biology class. My biology teacher looks like Shania Twain-she is so incredibly beautiful! And it turns out she is actually the mom of one of my small group girls from church that I taught last semester! Anyway, I prayed before my classes, asking that God would provide me with some awesome Christian girlfriends and my bio class is full of sweet girls that I know! Yay! So between school and work, I'll have a busy schedule-but it sounds like a ton of fun! I'm looking forward to it! :)
Speaking of my busy schedule, I have to get some homework done before I go babysit again tonight, which I'm really looking forward to. I miss the Coupe kiddos! Love you all! :) And I love love love you Yunka Bill!!! XoXoXo Hi Sign! :)
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Dreams
I always have the weirdest dreams and most of the time they're nightmares. But the last two nights, I've been having some very vivid, very scary dreams.
The first dream was in 3 parts. In the first part, I was with my handbell choir from church. We had made a real band, minus the handbells, and were travelling around performing. I think we might have been on a huge campus in a different country and we had our own place to stay-this dingy, concrete room with a splintered wooden door. The next part was that I was babysitting for a Mexican family with close to 10 kids-maybe more. It was in the same poor, dirty country and they lived in an apartment that was dark and needed to be cleaned. I think they had sheets over their windows and just sat around on old brown couches watching tv. One night, I was walking past their apartment to go find someone and I realized that their apartment was on fire. I opened the door and all the kids were standing there, with dirt smudged all over their faces, waiting for someone to help them because their parents left them there, knowing the house was on fire. I got them out and paramedics/firemen took care of them and I rushed off to the third part of my dream. I walked into a kitchen where my mom was frantically calling her boyfriend. He was supposed to meet her for something and hadn't showed. For some reason, I knew that he was at an airport waiting to leave town without telling her. I also knew that he had cheated on her and she didn't know about it. My brother, Frank, walked up to cook something and nonchalantly said "Cathie, he's a cheater." I nodded in agreement and she got really defensive. Her boyfriend all of a sudden showed up and acted charming, which she fell for. I think he was about to propose, but I woke up.
The second dream from last night was awful-a repeat nightmare with some differences from the first time I had it. I have repeat nightmares a lot. My sister, Alyssa, and two cousins, Gabbie and Hunter, were walking around this very clean, but very deserted mall. Alyssa was chasing us, and of course, she always won. On the top floor of the mall, which was outside, I decided to take an elevator to escape her when my oldest sister, Amanda showed up. The game being over, we all walked around together talking, Amanda leading us outside. When we got outside, my nephews were walking with us and my other family members all showed up. Out of nowhere, my mom walked up with a beautiful white and blue wedding dress on and at first I thought it was a joke. But then my family got angry and started leaving-they didn't want to be apart of the wedding. I asked her if she was really getting married twice and both times, she glanced at me to indignantly say no and turned her attention back towards the mall, looking for her boyfriend, while a huge crowd of people gathered-like 300 people. A lot of people I didn't know where surrounding us, some of them getting in position to be bridesmaids and groomsmen. I decided, along with my Grandma, to stay and be supportive. But my mom's boyfriend still wasn't there. My mom decided to leave and before I could say anything, she was gone. But the mall staircases and walkways had become completely impassable because of piles of trash and discarded clothes, so I couldn't try to find her.
The next thing I knew, I was in my friend's apartment with a bunch of college friends and I couldn't get out. My friend told me to use the window to climb down and he would come with me-I had a splitting headache from what had happened earlier and needed medicine. He brought me to a small restaurant and the waitress went through baskets of cold medicine asking me which one I would like. I saw a pile of advil and grabbed close to ten of them and drove back to the apartment with my friend. I took 3 advil on the way. While he was in the parking lot talking to another friend, I began climbing up the gates over the windows to get to the 4th floor where he lived. I knocked on the window and they let me inside, but when I got in there, my oldest sister and mom were hanging out, waiting for me to come back so they could talk to me. Amanda called out to me but I ignored her and grabbed more advil even though I was feeling more and more dizzy. I didn't want to die, but I thought if I overdosed on medicine, it would get my mom's attention away from the wedding and her boyfriend, who again in this dream, had left her. When I turned back around, the scene had changed from a college student's busy apartment, to a dark dining room. My mom was sitting at the table talking on the phone, I believe to police, and the door behind her was open. I watched as a man walked through the door with a knife in his hands-he was a serial killer and he apparently couldn't see me-maybe my mom couldn't either. Right before I woke up, he was about to murder her. I woke up almost hyperventilating.
These dreams are stressing me out! Obviously I know some of it is coming from my fears about my mom dating again and my distrust of men, but some of the other stuff doesn't make sense! Any insight?
The first dream was in 3 parts. In the first part, I was with my handbell choir from church. We had made a real band, minus the handbells, and were travelling around performing. I think we might have been on a huge campus in a different country and we had our own place to stay-this dingy, concrete room with a splintered wooden door. The next part was that I was babysitting for a Mexican family with close to 10 kids-maybe more. It was in the same poor, dirty country and they lived in an apartment that was dark and needed to be cleaned. I think they had sheets over their windows and just sat around on old brown couches watching tv. One night, I was walking past their apartment to go find someone and I realized that their apartment was on fire. I opened the door and all the kids were standing there, with dirt smudged all over their faces, waiting for someone to help them because their parents left them there, knowing the house was on fire. I got them out and paramedics/firemen took care of them and I rushed off to the third part of my dream. I walked into a kitchen where my mom was frantically calling her boyfriend. He was supposed to meet her for something and hadn't showed. For some reason, I knew that he was at an airport waiting to leave town without telling her. I also knew that he had cheated on her and she didn't know about it. My brother, Frank, walked up to cook something and nonchalantly said "Cathie, he's a cheater." I nodded in agreement and she got really defensive. Her boyfriend all of a sudden showed up and acted charming, which she fell for. I think he was about to propose, but I woke up.
The second dream from last night was awful-a repeat nightmare with some differences from the first time I had it. I have repeat nightmares a lot. My sister, Alyssa, and two cousins, Gabbie and Hunter, were walking around this very clean, but very deserted mall. Alyssa was chasing us, and of course, she always won. On the top floor of the mall, which was outside, I decided to take an elevator to escape her when my oldest sister, Amanda showed up. The game being over, we all walked around together talking, Amanda leading us outside. When we got outside, my nephews were walking with us and my other family members all showed up. Out of nowhere, my mom walked up with a beautiful white and blue wedding dress on and at first I thought it was a joke. But then my family got angry and started leaving-they didn't want to be apart of the wedding. I asked her if she was really getting married twice and both times, she glanced at me to indignantly say no and turned her attention back towards the mall, looking for her boyfriend, while a huge crowd of people gathered-like 300 people. A lot of people I didn't know where surrounding us, some of them getting in position to be bridesmaids and groomsmen. I decided, along with my Grandma, to stay and be supportive. But my mom's boyfriend still wasn't there. My mom decided to leave and before I could say anything, she was gone. But the mall staircases and walkways had become completely impassable because of piles of trash and discarded clothes, so I couldn't try to find her.
The next thing I knew, I was in my friend's apartment with a bunch of college friends and I couldn't get out. My friend told me to use the window to climb down and he would come with me-I had a splitting headache from what had happened earlier and needed medicine. He brought me to a small restaurant and the waitress went through baskets of cold medicine asking me which one I would like. I saw a pile of advil and grabbed close to ten of them and drove back to the apartment with my friend. I took 3 advil on the way. While he was in the parking lot talking to another friend, I began climbing up the gates over the windows to get to the 4th floor where he lived. I knocked on the window and they let me inside, but when I got in there, my oldest sister and mom were hanging out, waiting for me to come back so they could talk to me. Amanda called out to me but I ignored her and grabbed more advil even though I was feeling more and more dizzy. I didn't want to die, but I thought if I overdosed on medicine, it would get my mom's attention away from the wedding and her boyfriend, who again in this dream, had left her. When I turned back around, the scene had changed from a college student's busy apartment, to a dark dining room. My mom was sitting at the table talking on the phone, I believe to police, and the door behind her was open. I watched as a man walked through the door with a knife in his hands-he was a serial killer and he apparently couldn't see me-maybe my mom couldn't either. Right before I woke up, he was about to murder her. I woke up almost hyperventilating.
These dreams are stressing me out! Obviously I know some of it is coming from my fears about my mom dating again and my distrust of men, but some of the other stuff doesn't make sense! Any insight?
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