2/11

I see a problem with the school's administrative personnel.  I don't know if it's just me, but no one seems to have answers to what should be pretty simple questions.  I transferred from another school where I could walk into an office with a question and out with an answer.  The first time I went to an advisor for guidance here, I was sent to other people, none of whom ever gave me the information I wanted.  No one ever seems to know what they're talking about and they all give you completely different answers about everything.  It's pretty frustrating. 

2/9

I see a moment from the past each time I hear a certain song or smell certain odors.  Somehow the brain makes an instantaneous connection between the two and, more than just visualizing it, it's as if you were there experiencing it all over again.  It's usually a great feeling or memory when it occurs, but unfortunately it can also happen with a horrible memory that would be better off forgotten forever.  Hopefully though, the good ones will always outlive the bad. 

2/7

I see a case of road rage.  I was going north on 69 highway late last night.  There were two other cars on the road with me.  A red truck and another white SUV much like me in the right lane while I was in the left.  At 75th street the SUV exited.  Nothing seemed unusual until the truck then pulled up even with me and the driver and passenger stared at me with mean looks.  The car then swerved into my lane towards me honking and the passenger was yelling and pointing at me.  When that didn't satisfy whatever their point was they did it again acting like they were trying to hit me.  Thankfully no one was to my left as I was forced to swerve into the next lane.  I still have no idea what I did to make them mad.  Maybe the other white SUV had done something and they confusedly thought it was me, or maybe they thought I looked like someone else.  I don't know, but it was pretty scary.

2/4

I don't understand how some people think.  We are in the middle of a huge snowstorm with deep drifts all over the road and some people still think they can just drive their small cars through the unplowed streets with no trouble.  Today, a neighbor's car was stuck for over an hour in front of my house.  My family was outside shoveling and after a few minutes of watching the lady hopelessly spinning her wheels we went to help.  She called her kids to come help push too and we all finally got her moving.  A truck went past us easily, but not a small car.  Come on, what did she think would happen?

1/31

I see an endless pile of plowed snow lining the neighborhood streets and it reminds me of piles of fall leaves raked into the gutters when I was a kid.  My friend and I used to bury ourselves in the piles and jump out and hide in them as cars approached.  We pretended we were hiding from some threatening enemy coming to get us.  Years later, I was driving down such a road and watched as an oncoming car filled with teenagers swerved up the street running over the piles for fun.  A chill went through me as I though..what if they had been on the road those many years ago while we were hiding in those same piles of leaves?

1/28

I see an empty bird feeder out my kitchen window.  The snow has covered everything and is still coming down, there is no way we can go out now to buy more of the birdseed we've run out of.   Before the storm we'd fill the feeder and they would flock to our house to eat.  I see some fly near it today, but it's empty and covered in snow.  I feel so bad for them while I'm in my warm house eating lunch and they are flying around freezing with no food.  Hopefully it'll stop snowing soon.

1/26

I see a photo of Nick in the newspaper.  He was my friend, I had classes with him, he helped me get an internship, and he was such a fun loving, full of life person.  Not anymore.  Last July he was murdered in his own home by a burglar who stole his TV and drove off in his car.  The 20 year old killer was eventually caught, and just had his trial where he received two life sentences plus 97 years.  I see their side-by-side flat pictures, but Nick was much more than that.  He was incredibly 3-dimensional, only the killer is of a flat single-dimension. 

1/24

In my dream I see an airplane falling through the air.  I can feel the drop.  Two weeks ago I boarded a plane in Atlanta to fly home.  Fifteen minutes into the flight there was a huge bang and the lights went out.  The plane fell through the air, climbed back up and fell again.   As it shook, the pilot announced there was a problem and we needed to make an emergency landing as soon as possible.  Most people stayed calm except for one screaming girl.  We finally made it back to the airport where firetrucks and ambulances were waiting for us on the runway.   The plane ended up landing safely and everyone clapped, but it's no wonder I still have bad dreams about it.

1/21

Like we talked about in class, we all know someone who is a non-stop talker.  For me it's my Aunt Mary.  When she calls the conversation can last for hours and you can barely get two words in.  When we see she's calling we all freeze and look at each other and then argue over who should have to answer.   Usually the voicemail intervenes and we all sigh with relief, but then we have to decide who gets stuck with the delightful job of calling her back later.