Well… this dream started out by me getting a call over the over the scanner from the poice to respond to a robbery at the bank,(keep in mind I am still in high School… I am not sure if it was last year or this because several events happened in this dream lead me to beleive it takes place at least after Dec 4, 2007.) I walk into the bank and the robber has left, so the dream takes a CSI spin to it and it is now a crime scene, for several reasons. One it was a robbery, second… someone has been killed, ( I am thinking that the bank was at the location of Farmer’s State Bank of Aliceville… but it had a different interior). I ask who it was. They tell me it was Stephanie Scott, (she is a senior who graduated this year). On the way back to see the body I look into the safe…. there is another body with a plastic bag around the head.  I go and look at it and it’s Erica Eddings (a girl in my class). Her sister, Heather, appearantly worked at the bank, because when I turned around I saw her and told her the bad news. She starts crying, I start crying and we console each other. The local CSI people show up and I turn the scene over to them, (still keep in mind that i am in high school). Then I woke up in the dream I was having a dream in a dream. (wierd huh?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?) What happened in the dream appearantly happened, except I wasn’t at the bank, in real dream life.

    Ok… fast foward to the next day of school. The inside of the school looks like the middle school but with darker earth tones( ie. the floor, the walls, the carpet). Mr. Kuhn is in the middle of an ocean of students, and he makes an announcement like he did the day after Andrew died. He said that during a robbery at the bank two of our students were killed and they will be missed but we will get through this. (I am thinking during dreams time is not an issue because it kept going from the end of this last school year (that comes from Mr. Kuhn saying two students (i.e. Stephanie has not graduated), to the beginning of the next school year (that comes from me being a senior which won’t be until this next school year).

   Fast forward to lunch. It is very much like the day Andrew died… very queit. Whispers here and there about what happened. I had appearantly had a dream in the dream about exactly what happened, so everyone was coming to me for details. I tell them it was just a dream i don’t know….  We are all talking about how from know on something bad is going to happen every year for the rest of the graduation classes (i.e. losing a student), the class before ours lost Andrew… and now stephanie ( even though they already graduated), and know ours has lost Erica… 

Then I actually woke up. Not woke up in the dream just plain woke up. I hope I never have this dream again and if i do I want more details as to who did it why and for it to go longer then the lunch scene. I am also going to post this on facebook so if anyone who has one wants to read it there search for my name add me as a friend and when you do say you know me thorugh my blog.

If anyone has any insight as to what this dream could mean (i.e analyze it.) that would be greatly appreciated. I think I will still save this and remember to show it to Mrs. Loucks, my newspaper advisor. She is a great dream analyzer.

It’s April 21st, time for the Teen FIRST blog tour!(Join our alliance! Click the button!) Every 21st, we will feature an author and his/her latest Teen fiction book’s FIRST chapter!

Thomas Nelson (January 1, 2008)

Ted is the son of missionaries John and Helen Dekker, whose incredible story of life among headhunters in Indonesia has been told in several books. Surrounded by the vivid colors of the jungle and a myriad of cultures, each steeped in their own interpretation of life and faith, Dekker received a first-class education on human nature and behavior. This, he believes, is the foundation of his writing.

After graduating from a multi-cultural high school, he took up permanent residence in the United States to study Religion and Philosophy. After earning his Bachelor’s Degree, Dekker entered the corporate world in management for a large healthcare company in California. Dekker was quickly recognized as a talent in the field of marketing and was soon promoted to Director of Marketing. This experience gave him a background which enabled him to eventually form his own company and steadily climb the corporate ladder.

Since 1997, Dekker has written full-time. He states that each time he writes, he finds his understanding of life and love just a little clearer and his expression of that understanding a little more vivid. To see a complete list of Dekker’s work, visit The Works section of TedDekker.com.

Here are some of his latest titles:

Adam

Black: The Birth of Evil (The Circle Trilogy Graphic Novels, Book 1)

Saint

Our story begins in a world totally like our own, yet completely different. What once happened here in our own history seems to be repeating itself thousands of years from now,
some time beyond the year 4000 AD.

But this time the future belongs to those who see opportunity before it becomes obvious. To the young, to the warriors, to the lovers. To those who can follow hidden clues and find a great
treasure that will unlock the mysteries of life and wealth.

Thirteen years have passed since the lush, colored forests were turned to desert by Teeleh, the enemy of Elyon and the vilest of all creatures. Evil now rules the land and shows itself as a painful, scaly disease that covers the flesh of the Horde, a people who live in the desert.

The powerful green waters, once precious to Elyon, have vanished from the earth except in seven small forests surrounding seven small lakes. Those few who have chosen to follow the ways of Elyon now live in these forests, bathing once daily in the powerful waters to cleanse their skin of the disease.

The number of their sworn enemy, the Horde, has grown in thirteen years and, fearing the green waters above all else, these desert dwellers have sworn to wipe all traces of the forests from
the earth.

Only the Forest Guard stands in their way. Ten thousand elite fighters against an army of nearly four hundred thousand Horde. But the Forest Guard is starting to crumble.

one

Day One

Qurong, general of the Horde, stood on the tall dune five miles west of the green forest, ignoring the fly that buzzed around his left eye.

His flesh was nearly white, covered with a paste that kept his skin from itching too badly. His long hair was pulled back and woven into dreadlocks, then tucked beneath the leather body armor
cinched tightly around his massive chest.

“Do you think they know?” the young major beside him asked.

Qurong’s milky white horse, chosen for its ability to blend with the desert, stamped and snorted.

The general spit to one side. “They know what we want them to know,” he said. “That we are gathering for war. And that we will march from the east in four days.”

“It seems risky,” the major said. His right cheek twitched, sending three flies to flight.
“Their forces are half what they once were. As long as they think we are coming from the east, we will smother them from the west.”

“The traitor insists that they are building their forces,” the major said.

“With young pups!” Qurong scoffed.

“The young can be crafty.”

“And I’m not? They know nothing about the traitor. This time we will kill them all.”

Qurong turned back to the valley behind him. The tents of his third division, the largest of all Horde armies, which numbered well over three hundred thousand of the most experienced warriors, stretched out nearly as far as he could see.

“We march in four days,” Qurong said. “We will slaughter them from the west.”

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Well first let’s start at the beginning. It’s sunday the 13th of december. I am at work. For those of you who don’t know I work at a grocery store. The manager that day is my ex-aunt. I ask her if I can go get a few things I needed before we closed up shop. For supper that night I had ordered some spaghetti and meatballs from our in-house delicatessan(sp?). I went back and got those and some freezer bags for my mother, Prairierose. I get up to the checkout counter and I pay and the sackers sack what I had. I go and get my groceries and look in the bag and all that is in there are the freezer bags. I ask the sacker where my spaghetti is at and he plays the fool and acts like he doesn’t know where it’s at. I start looking around under the register I bought the food from and found one of them. I asked the sacker where the other one was and he said it was in the breakroom. I told him that when he wasn’t busy to go back there and bring it back up. He does and hands me the spaghetti container and it didn’t look right, or feel right. So I open the container and 3/4 of it is gone. Before I tear down my drawer the manager comes over and I ask her if we know that somone took our food that we paid for(we have a big problem with people stealing other peoples food up there) if we could do anything. She asked me who and what and I told her. They got written up and I still haven’t gotten a refund on the food they ate. I understand the money is good but sometimes I just really dont’ want to work there.

No one sits with him, he doesn’t fit in
But we feel like we do when we make fun of him
Cause you want to belong do you go along
Cause his pain is the price paid for you to belong
It’s not like we hate him or want him to die
But maybe he goes home and thinks suicide
Or he comes back to school with a gun at his side
And a kindness from you might have saved his life

Heroes are made when you make a choice
You could be a hero
Heroes do what’s right
You could be a hero
You might save a life
You could be a hero, You could join the fight
For what’s right for what’s right for what’s right

No one talks to her, she feels so alone
She’s in too much pain to survive on her own
The hurt she can’t handle overflows to a knife
She writes on her arm, wants to give up her life
Each day she goes on is a day that she is brave,
Fighting the lie that giving up is the way,
Each moment of courage her own life she saves
When she throws out the pills a hero is made

Heroes are made when you make a choice
You could be a hero
Heroes do what’s right
You could be a hero
You might save a life
You could be a hero, You could join the fight
For what’s right for what’s right for what’s right

No one talks to him about how he lives
He thinks that the choices he makes are just his
Doesn’t know he’s a leader with the way he behaves
And others will follow the choices he’s made
He lives on the edge, he’s old enough to decide
His brother who wants to be him is just nine
He can do what he wants because it’s his right
The choices he makes change a nine year old’s life

Heroes are made when you make a choice
You could be a hero
Heroes do what’s right
You could be a hero
You might save a life
You could be a hero, You could join the fight
For what’s right for what’s right for what’s right

These are the lyrics to the song Hero by SuperChic[k]. During second quarter, for english, Mrs. Parker had us do a project called Soundtrack of Your Life. For the project you had to make a cover for a CD and a list of songs on the back. You also had to use a visual aide to show at least one of the songs and why it was improtant to your life. Most people did a PhotoStory. I was one of those people. After I watched my project a couple of times during christmas break, I thought the song that I should have used instead of the one I did (Christmas Shoes by Newsong). Hero was that song. I was first introduced to SuperChic[k] while I was at a friend of our families house. I wouldn’t call me being there exactly an intervention, but I was at a low point in my life and I needed help that I wasn’t getting at home. so me and my mom agreed I should go and live with this friend for a while. She helped me to lose weight, because if I would have stayed at home, I would be a lot bigger than I am today. I am by no means skinny right now, but I have a feeling I would be a lot bigger with out her help. One day I was upset and wanted to go home (I get homesick very easily) and Ruth( the person I was staying with) gave me a CD and told me to listen to track number 5. I did and it was this song. It made me think about alot of the things that were going on in my life, and I realized I was up there for the betterment of me, and that everything would be alright. After the last post about Yesterday, this song came to mind.

Yesterday all my trouble seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they’re here to stay
Oh I believe in yesterday
Suddenly I’m not half the man I used to be
There’s a shadow hanging over me
Oh yesterday game suddenly
Why she had to go I don’t know
She wouldn’t say
I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday
Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh I believe in yesterday

These are the words to the famous Beatles song Yesterday, written by Paul McCartney. This is a song about a man whose woman left him, and he’s sad. All day long the lyrics of this song have been running through my head and I thought I would post them. I will probably do more song lyrics in the future.

With the unexpected death of my cousin and friend Andrew Futrell, I have been coping the best I can. Andrew was one of those people who could always make you smile. I was a friend of his but we weren’t friends. do you get what i am trying to say. We were kinda close but not extremely. I was closer to his mom. She works at a local insurance company here in town and anytime i see her i have to give her a hard time.

But first let me start off with this go here to see the video made by Jason waller. It is a song i am assuming he wrote and sang. it is a verse from Jeremiah.

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We got our newspaper hoodies today. I am so happy. Mine is black with 1st amendment…

’nuff said. on the front and Gunkelphish on the back. and then over the butt it should say Hot… off the press but it don’t it says hot off the press

Elsie put the head of cabbage in her basket. As she started to head up to the front counter she thought, I need to pick up some kerosene. She went to the store keep and asked for some kerosene.

“I heard from a friend that it would help start fires. I thought I would try it,” said Elsie to the tall, slender man.

Elsie grabbed her five kids and started the trek home. The trip was three miles long and very arduous.

“Bud, Mildred, Jim. Grab Sally and Annie and hurry along. We must be home before your father gets there so I can get supper started.”

The children hurried along, and they all soon ended up at home.

“Bud, go and fetch me some of that there wood. I need to get this fire going,” said Elsie.

“But momma, I got to go and finish my homework,” replied Bud.

“Don’t sass me. Get me the wood and then do yer homework.”

Bud unenthusiastically went to fetch the wood. On the way he reminisced about the big move into the barn.

It had been two years earlier that they had moved. They had lived in a log cabin a couple miles outside of town. It wasn’t the best of houses but it made do. Bud had been about seven at the time. All he could remember is the explosion, and the fire. By the time anything could be done it was too late. The house was burnt completely to the ground. Bud later found out that the fire was caused by embers landing on his schoolwork. He had felt so guilty.

They had moved into a barn three miles outside of town. The inside was insulated with paper, but they had never had time to cover it up. It was a nice little house with hay in the attic.

Bud got behind the house to start to get the wood, when all of a sudden he heard an enormous explosion. What in the world, he thought. All of a sudden he smelled smoke. He ran to the front of the house and it was ablaze.

“Mom, where are you?” shouted Bud.

“In here. Help me grab the kids,” replied Elsie.

Bud ran into the blazing barn, flaming boards and hay falling all around him.

“Bud! Get out and get to the bedroom from the outside. Break the window and take the kids.”

Bud ran to the window and tried to break it, but it wouldn’t break. Try and try as he might, it still wouldn’t break.

“Mom,” he shouted, “I can’t break it. Grab a chair and break it.”

He stood back and watched the window shatter towards him.

“Grab Sally and Annie and get away from the house. Mildred and James are already out.”

Elsie ran out narrowly escaping the collapsing roof. She ran into the burly arms of her husband, Robert.

“As soon as I saw the smoke, I came as quick as I could,” said Robert.

Robert had been plowing the field before the explosion and he had came as fast as he could plow and all.

“What happened?” asked Robert.

“I was adding some kerosene to the fire so I could start supper for you. All of a sudden the fire was all over the insulation and… I … I … I don’t know what happened. I just thought about getting the kids out of the house.”

During all of this Bud was tending to his two younger sisters. Mildred and Jim had made it out fine and were helping too.

Sally, Bud’s seven year old sister, was coughing and sputtering. She had been badly burned and had breathed a lot of smoke. Bud was patting her on the back to help her breathe, but to no avail, she eventually died of shock.

Annie, Bud’s infant sister, had breathed a lot of smoke and was coughing too. She also several hours later died of smoke inhalation.

The entire family was devastated. To add salt to an already painful wound, they found out later that the kerosene Elsie had picked up, was actually gasoline.

Bud eventually grew up and had five kids of his own. Though, the fear of fire still blazes within.