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Just Wasting Time

This dream started out kind of like Terminator 2, where the main character was teleported back in time to a still place. I was the main character, and i was transported from somewhere to somewhere else ;-). Anyways, i was to be a key leader in the end of the world, and i was told what would happen. I knew the secret. I had to go back to my house and get things started. So i did, and it was there that i disclosed my secret. The end of the world was to be marked by a great battle, a battle between good and evil. On the side of the good, all of the plant life would come to life and fight. It started with my house plant, which i awoke from it's lifeless existance. I gathered the family that was there and a few neighbors and we went outside. It was early in the morning, about 2:00am, dark. I knew that the rest of the plants were to be coming alive, but i knew not how to rouse them. That is when my house plant started calling to them. Slowly, surely, every tree and bush that was in my immediate surroundings began to pull itself out the ground, stand up, then walk in the direction of the final battle. They all moved very slowly, but with extreme precision, not damaging any of the houses or areas surrounding them. Even the grass, small though it is, rose from the ground and began to run after the trees. The sun rose higher in the sky, and the dull glow of very early morning settled over the land. At this point, i was somehow in an open field, on a white platform. I stood on top of it with several other key leaders in the final battle, but i cannot remember who they were. We said our goodbyes to the people we loved that had to stay home while we went off to fight. For me, the most heart-rending goodbye was with my dog (i don't have a dog, but in the dream i did). It was a kind of labradore. The platform began to rise, and my dog came running up looking at me, wimpering, big brown eyes. I reached down and caressed his head and then ran my hand down the length of the underside of his chin, promising that i would be back, amidst a torrent of tears. The platform rose, and next thing i knew, i was in a different part of the world. My father, brother, and I were all loading up into these neat military vehicles. My brother and i were in the same one. He had not seen all of the trees and plants come to life like i had, and he told me that he didn't believe me that it would happen. So, we got out of the vehicle, for it was moving rather slowly, and we were standing next to a corn field. Suddenly, all of the corn on the corn stalks popped open revealing the golden yellow of the kernels, as if to stand at attention. I gestured to Jon to make the corn stalks march with him. Still skeptical, he raised his gun over his head and shouted to the corn stalks. The corn stalks pulled from the ground and stood facing him. Then he began, "Left, right, left right," and the corn began to march with him. I was elated that he had seen first hand the life of the plants, and i marched between him and the corn. We were on a hill, and he began to trot down it rapidly, unintentionally, pulled by the force of gravity down a slope. The corn stalks ran down the hill after him, tickling me as they went by.

And that is where my dream ends. It was one of those early morning dreams, right before you wake up completely from a long nights sleep.

My day's been busy, no time to waste,
Tons of homework, i need to make haste!
But before i do that, what else can i do?
Oh i know! I'll go see a Who!

So off to Clarke i found myself going,
Through mud and snow and wind-a-blowing.
I stepped inside and walked through the doors
Of a winter-wonderland, on three whole floors.

I set my eyes on many wonderful sights,
On who-ville, the west, and New York lights.
Rough terrain, through which i did tread,
To see a dancer, with a cap on her head.

Her roommate sat all intent on her paper,
But both of them had an inkling to caper.
So rather than stay there, and be subject to cracks,
I grabbed that girls hat, and quickly made tracks.

I explored the three floors, and made a decision,
One that needed much thought and precision.
Which of the three was the best of all?
Which of the floors in old Clarke hall.

I marked down my answer and promptly went out
Back to my dorm, where men were about.
We laughed and talked and other such things,
Being quite social, like all human beings.

To the comp, did i now fare,
Solely to sit and play solitaire.
I played and played so i could win it,
Until i beat it, in less than 4 minute(s).

So i found myself sitting at the comp,
And all of a sudden, there was need to chomp.
Quick my friend, how can i remedy?
"Let's go to Sheetz, and waste some money!"

So i grabbed my hat, my coat and my shoes,
And thought to myself, "I've nothing to lose.
Forget stupid theory, bible and stat,
My stomach's growling, that's where it's at."

So we ventured to Sheetz, and passed Sim on the way,
Doing what usually will encompass his day:
Flirting, playing, poking and jest,
This is what Simeon likes to do best.

We all went to Sheetz to buy some junk food,
Things for which we were in the mood.
Things like chips, candy and pop,
Things that make scales point to the top.

So here i now sit, all by myself,
Writing an e-mail, describing my health.
What is the point? All you might ask,
What made him think of this petty task?

I do not know, why does it matter?
Just let me eat, and be-come fatter!
I'm wasting time, this you can see,
Now i must go, and finish Theory.

So fare thee well, my bestest of chums,
And do not waste time, like sloths and bums.
Be not like me, who wastes all his time,
Thinking and searching for things that rhyme.

Complete your tasks, and do your best,
And i'm sure you'll find that you'll be at rest.
Until tomorrow! all whom i call "friend",
That's all for now, this be "the end."

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To Whom It May Concern:
                                       This document is an account of the events that occurred on January 9, 2003 at 8:30am as I the defendant, P., perceived them. They were recorded onto this document on January 13, 2003. The operator who is the �complaining witness� is R. Henry.

                                        I had just gone around the bend on the Old Marlton Pike. I had slowed down a lot because that turn is very bumpy. I was accelerating slowly.
                                         I then noticed a car in my rear view mirror. I decided to speed up so as not to make him have to step on his brakes. I managed to accelerate to around 5mph over the speed limit with no intentions of going any faster.
                                          It was then that this car gained on me rapidly. I thought he was an obnoxious tailgater, and unwisely sped up to get away from him. He drove very close to my car and continued to push me until I was going 70 mph (so I learned from his report, at the time I was unaware of how fast I was going). All the while, he neglected to pull me over until I had reached 70mph (again, learning that I had reached that speed from his report).
                                          Then, I thought to myself, this is ridiculous. I didn�t like going that fast on that road because it was worn and beat up and I new the speed limit was way less than I was going. I slowed down, the whole time with this white car on my bumper. Then, I went through the yield sign, and was promptly pulled over by that same white car, who was apparently a cop, though I didn�t know it until then because the lights were on the inside of his car, and I hadn�t seen the markings on the side of his car.
                                           I unbuckled my seatbelt to reach into the dashboard and get any papers I might need. Officer R. Henry came up to me and asked me for my license and registration. Then he asked me if I knew why he had pulled me over. I said because I was going way too fast down that road.                                             He asked me why I was going that fast. I told him that I thought he was a tailgater and I wanted to lose him. I thought he was pushing me to go that fast. He said that he didn�t start accelerating to catch me until he noticed that I was going over the speed limit. I don�t know how fast I was going when he saw me because he didn�t tell me, and in my perception, I was merely going about 5mph over. He asked me if had had my seatbelt on. I said, �Yes.�
                                             He went back to his car and wrote up my ticket. He told me I needed to slow down. He also told me that I was doing 70 in a 45mph zone. He told me the fine was $213. I asked him how many points it was worth and he said 5 points on my license. Then he said he�d be willing to help me get the points lowered if I went to court. He said I was �pretty honest� with him.
We then went our separate ways, and I went home.

You get so wrapped up in your college experience that you lose sight of
what is really important. Your world loses color, your whole world is revolved around academia and false hope in a future spouse, which in your mind anyone to whom you are attracted is potential. Dear God, my heart is in the wrong place. I need you to come and make me whole so that i can be yours completely. Forgive me for my dividedness. Forgive me for my sins, for my lack of focus.

         There I was, having just committed yet another heinous crime against my Savior, Jesus, whose grace I have just cheaptened. I did not want to experience God's grace, no, I did not deserve it. Stay away from this wretch, all-powerful God, he is too far gone to receive that which is promised.
          Then I saw God on His thrown in the heavens. Before him stood a hideous creature, a demon. This demon angrily scowled and scorned at the feet of the living God. He maliciously pointed his crooked finger and long sharp nail down at earth, saying "Do you see him?! Do you see your child? Look how he betrays you! Look at how he has deliberately disobeyed you! Can you really love that pitiful vermin?"
          God sorrowfully, yet sternly, looks at the demon, who cannot look back at the awesome beauty of the living God. He says "Yes, my son has sinned against me. But he is my special creation, he is my child. He is forgiven his trespass against me. The blood of my own son makes him pure in my sight. I love him, and I will never, not for all eternity, forsake him."
          The demon cowered at the thundering voice of God. He pathetically lifted his wings and slithered away, back into the darkness from whence he came. Such was their correspondance, and such was the vision that I saw.

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