It Was Only Just a Dream

Dreams are very important to me and have significant meaning for me.  For as long as I can remember, I've always had very detailed dreams.  Even if the dream seemed short, I could always remember small details about it.

My dreams have often been prophetic, foreshadowing events to come.  I definitely do not think that I am psychic, but I do think that God uses my dreams as an avenue to speak to me.  I really enjoy dreaming.  It is a time for me to escape and my creativity flows unconsciously (literally) from me.  When I saw Inception and they explained some of the scientific ideas behind dreams, I was surprised to see that my idea of dreaming was not just my idea.  Dreams can impact their host deeply.

Which is why I thought it was strange that I've been dreaming of zombies frequently.  Yes, zombies.  And I don't like it.  Usually, I'm okay with dreaming some sort of adventure-y dream, but the zombies have been especially frightening, even beyond their normal place as "horror mongers".  I'm not sure if they are representing some emotion or fear in my life, but I have been praying that the zombie dreams cease.

Another set of reoccurring dreams that I've been having is based around me missing an important test or forgetting to do an entire semester's worth of schoolwork.  I know that I strive to do well in school and that failing scares me, but I dream of this constantly.

Hmmmm...maybe I need to go deeper.  Yes, I just referenced Inception.

Trying My Best at Being Tech Savvy...

Let's begin at the beginning...

A few weeks ago I lost my phone at the mall.  It was a complete bummer!  I've been in possession of a cell phone for 5 years.  I usually upgrade to a newer phone every two years or so and I had finally upgraded to a SMART phone!  I was so excited!  I could play Angry Birds, watch Netflix, and have flash on my camera all in one device.  Not to mention the main purpose of a phone, which is...oh yes...to call and text people.  I have never broken or lost one of my phones.  I was sure I should have won a prize for that.

To continue the story...I wasn't feeling so great at the mall and must have gotten so distracted that I left the phone in the bathroom (or wherever I left it).  I didn't realize that it was out of my possession until I had gotten home 20 minutes later.  Someone called my sister's phone from my phone and hung up before we could answer.  After many attempts of calling my phone back, as well as sending numerous text messages pleading for them to return my phone, we (Stephen and my sister Alex) decided to head back to the mall to see if we could locate it.

We searched and searched to no avail.  I even contacted mall security with no luck.  Needless to say, I was SO mad.  And bitter.  Bitter that I could no longer listen to music on my phone or use the touch screen.  Bitter that my prized smart phone was gone.  G-O-N-E.  But, I got over it once I realized that it is just a material item that I had grown WAY to attached to (God works in mysterious ways).  Side note:  Thank you to my boyfriend who helped me realize this).

Fast forward to today.  I have another smart phone.  It is identical to the one that I lost.  As a birthday gift, my dad purchased a used one for me :)  Yay daddy!  I promised not to become attached to this phone...

The phone works pretty well.  I "Juana-fied" it and things got back to normal...until all of my music disappeared a few days ago.  What. The. Heck?!  I bought another SD card with more space since I have quite a bit of music stored up.  I encountered problems trying to add the music back on and it took me a few hours to complete the task.  Then, today, I discovered that my music was gone.  Again.

So now, I sit typing this post, waiting for my music to download again.  I attempted to find a way around the issue by using Amazon's Cloud Player as my music player instead of the phone's automatic music player app.  Hopefully, this will work!

Huzzah, at my computer tech skills!  All it takes is a bit of Googling and ingenuity ;)      

Writer's Paradise

It was hot and muggy today.  It reminded me of being stuck in a pot of boiling noodles...if I could be in a pot of boiling noodles....

Anywho, by the time I had returned from work, eaten lunch with Stephen (who is my wonderful boyfriend!), finished errands at the University, and parked my little car, it started to rain.  Now, it was just a misty trickle. So I sat in my car gathering my things and watched as the rain began to fall more steadily.  Once I was in inside my apartment, it began to POUR!  Imagine Niagara Falls outside of your bedroom window while a child drums on a pot as lightening flickers outside.

So what do I do?  Grab my laptop, log onto my Civil Wars Pandora station and get to blogging!  Its a writer's paradise.  Forever and truly.  I just need a cup of Earl Grey and the moment would be complete.

I got to thinking...what makes this writer's paradise for me?  What makes the rain force me to write?  I have a feeling its because it reminds me of foggy London weather.  Mind you, I have never been to London, however, that's how I imagine it.  What is more appealing to a writer than cozying up to quiet piano music and letting them words flow just as the rain does?

My Newest Journal

It's wonderful :) And I'm so excited to fill this baby up with thoughts and ideas! It is has a hard cover which will be great when I'm traveling with my journal. Inside are many quotes and scriptures to jumpstart journal entries each day. Let's go!

Rushing Calm

Can you hear that?  It's the sound of my heart.  BOOM!  BOOM!  BOOM!

A feeling of confusion and panic overwhelms me.  I open my eyes, which have been shut for sometime, but that sound...oh that sound of my booming heart just won't stop.

Suddenly, I know why I was scared.  I was panicking because I wasn't focusing on the task ahead.  I wasn't paying attention because my heartbeat, my mind wouldn't quit racing.  Direction has no meaning.


Those sentences describe how I feel when faced with change, frightful situations, or moments when my imagination becomes my primary avenue of thought.  


This energy has to go somewhere; otherwise I'd end up running in circles for days with my hands over my ears.  So I write.  Writing allows me to funnel my thoughts into coherent ideas and turn small notions into grand declarations.   Carefully crafted or quickly scribbled, I always enjoy the sensation that writing brings...the rushing calm.