Living Dead

It's so very rare that I wake up early enough on a Sunday morning to greet the blogger-world before I head out to church. So, good morning!

Instead of waking up miserable, I woke up being a bit goofy with a stuffy nose and a pitbulls cough. I had the wierdest dream(s) last night. I know at one point an arrow was launched through my head, killing me-- or so I thought. I, in fact, hadn't died but had an arrow lodged in my head, the tip coming out the forehead. I had to leave because if the person who shot me knew I was still alive, I would then be shot again. I got on a bus and went to Washington. I ended up at this complex where young adults who didn't have an income lived-- a sort of charity. This whole time no one noticed this arrow in my head. I ended up talking to this girl who I think I knew and I pointed out that I needed to find a hospital and try to get something done with this arrow. She then realized that I had the arrow in my head and left the room to call a hospital. When I found her, she said that there was just a recording and they needed a key. I might've woken up after this. It was really odd. When I did wake up, just to make sure, I felt my forehead to make sure I hadn't been shot. Very bizarre. I even remember, right when I got shot, the arrow going in-- it didn't hurt-- and then gradually my body started to shut down. But I was fully conscience and could feel everything. It was... bizarre.

Yesterday I ushered for The BFG (Big Friendly Giant) and it was good. When ever I go back to the Children's Theatre I realize how much I miss it. It made me happy to see a few familiar faces.

Well, it's about time that I brushed my teeth and left for church. I have a feeling today will be a very good day.


Carmen.