Remember Me?

Hmm, for some reason it feels like it has been a looong time since I last blogged something. Oh well, I guess I've been writing in my diary as of late so I ignored this one, haha. Yes, I keep separate stuff. My diary is much more private and I don't censor myself there. This is what I am willing to share with the general public that are my friends and this one is filled with random stuff that I'm sure I wouldn't really mind losing if this site were to die one day....

ANYWAY!

So, tomorrow is my last day of the second week of school. SO far it's gone fine. I'm taking Philosophy, Spanish, Sociology, and Math.
--Philosophy: the professor is kind of dry, but the class is very interesting. I like the in-depth thoughts and I like what we're learning...mainly we are learning about past philosophers and their beliefs. In this class I don't really talk to anyone, well, maybe this girl named Cessia who sits beside me. But only on occasion.
--Spanish: ehehe....no me gusta la clase de espanol....Well, it's okay, I suppose. The teacher hasn't taught yet. All we do is break into assigned groups and go over the previous night's homework and the teacher will occasionally speak about it. I like group work sometimes, but this is much...I like taking notes during a lecture, especially during a language class, I feel like I'm actually learning that way. While in groups I feel as though I'm not going to reach full potential. In this class, I don't really talk to anyone outside of my group, haha. Even then, we don't talk much, we're all business...and I feel like I'm the black sheep in the group. O_o
--Sociology: The very first class on the road to my major! :DD That's exciting! However, is it bad that I don't enjoy it that much? I think it's because when I go to class I really want to learn something, I want to use up as much time as possible in class. The professor is very nice, but she is somewhat scatter-brained...then again she is teaching classes back-to-back so that would make anyone a little loopy, so I can't really be too hard on her....well, at least this is only sociology 100...I'm sure it will get interesting in time. Hmm, in this class, I don't talk to anyone...well, we had to talk t the person next to us, but I'm shy so I didn't continue talking to her.
--Math: Math...I like the teacher! He is much better than my previous professor, ugggh! I can only hope that I can get a good grade in this class (as well as all my other classes!). In this class I talk to Josh. He's nice, and I'm jealous of his eyes! =O

So yep, that's the low-down on my classes! Tomorrow I'm going to a Bible study at school? O_o I hope that turns out well...

Okay, one with what I really wanted to write about. Then again, I suppose writing about classes could fit into this category, because it is me leaving a mark on people. Yesterday I went to Jesse's and Anthony's mother's funeral (her name was Loretta). I didn't know her at all. I think I remember seeing her once, but I did not speak to her because she was a stranger to me, pretty much. As I sat in the back row listening to people share their memories about her, I began to think of who she was. I do wish I could have met her. Then, there was also a lesson during the funeral so I was like "O.o what the heck?!" so I kinda tuned out but listened at the same time....but mostly I was gone. Anyway! I began thinking about my own funeral...if I were to die as a youngin'.

I don't know, I don't want my funeral to be a "funeral". I want it to be a celebration of life! I'm sure that people will cry, because when a loved one passes that's what humans do. They cry. Stick 'em in a room with other mourning people it's a bawl-fest...sorry if I'm desensitizing it.

I would want the people at my celebration of life to be smiling a little. I want them to laugh when a friend or family member goes up to the podium and shares that "I remember the time when...". I don't want people to view my body. That sometimes makes it harder. I would want my celebration to be in the daytime, not at night, despite how much I love the stars. I want it at the day time because I want the sun shinning as proof that life goes on, that God will still be there. Also, I want them to feel the warmth of the sun and imagine it as a hug, when I'm cold, I like standing in the sun to warm up, and I imagine it as a giant hug and I'm safe, haha...me=nerd! When funerals are at night, it seems like there is a darker cloud of sadness.

I want to be remembered as a witness of God. To be remembered as the one who always loved, not because of things I've said, but because of the things I've done. Actions speak louder than words. When words fade and there is silence, action does not need noise.

Yep.

And I want my celebration of life to be my final act of witnessing for God. That maybe someone will hear all the stories and know that there is a loving and powerful God who I have finally gone home to.

"Maximum RIde: Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports" by James Patterson. A bookreview.

Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports is much different from the previous two titles in the Maximum Ride series. In the first two of Patterson's teen novels, much was very repetative, fighting and running, fighting and running, trusting and running, finding answers and running, and getting no where. It was quite the cycle.

In the third novel, however, Max and her flock finally found some answers they were searching for. Max found her mom, friendships were tested as were abilities. In this novel there is still fighting, but there is less of a circle. This novel was very fast-paced and an easy read which I thoroughly enjoyed. As for the characters, there was significant growth for everyone, every character seemed to become more individual, for lack of a better term. Max, despite her own growth as a character stayed the same, which is good.

However, with the way this novel ended, I can tell that in the books to come there has been some plot changes and that the novel may be going off it's original course. So far, I would say that the plot is still good and the changes will not turn me off from the books, but, we will have to see, won't we?

Recommended! :D

"Maximum Ride: School's Out--Forever" by James Patterson. A bookreview.

So this is just a quick review of the novel that I have finished the other day. It was a quick read, and interesting. I really like Patterson's novels because the characters have such funny and lively quirks that make them seem all the more real.

The weird thing about his writing though is some of the dialogue. Some lines are super corny and make me go "what the heck?! Who says that?!"

Anway, School's Out--Forever is a continuation from the first book. It is interesting to see how the plot has progressed, but at the same time, it is very repetative. Max and the flock fight the Erasers. They get away, they think they are safe, the fight a few more times, and then they go "up, up, and away". Yeah, that makes it kinda dull.

I would however, recomend the series. =]

Just some thoughts...

I am probably one of the most emotionally weak persons (grammatically, this sounds wrong, but I don't feel like busting my brain at the moment) you will ever come across. I hide myself behind many facades to protect my core. I cry very easily. I'm very dependent. When I heard my nephew say "I love you", it brought tears to my eyes. I'm not talking about Jonathan, my younger nephew, I know he loves me because he's just a loving kid. It was an older nephew, Anthony, who told me. I don't think I've ever heard him tell me that he loves me.

I was recently told that my nephews', Jesse and Anthony, mom passed away. She lost control of her truck and it flipped and she was ejected. I talked to Anthony and he sounded fine on the phone, he said he's just staying positive, and he's trying to figure out what to do for her and all of that stuff. I think about him, he's 20-21, and that's a lot of burden, even if it is also split with Jesse, but I haven't talked to him yet.

I never knew their mom, I know she has a younger kid and Anthony says he's being taken care of, so that's good. But wow....losing a parent is hard. Especially if the parent and/or the child is young.

Wow. Death is a scary thing. It brings out sides of people that you never really see. And, well, I don't know. All I know is that you have to thank God for what you have here and now and remember you are blessed and never forget to tell people you lvoe them.

hmm...

"You Don't Know Me" by David Klass. A Book review.

Normally I read books from a female protagonist's point of view, but every now and again it is refreshing to read from a male's point of view. "You Don't Know Me", by David Klass, is an interesting novel to read.

John, a freshman in high school, is the narrarator of this story. As a reader progresses through the books, he will follow John as he goes on his first date, and deals with monsters some of us are fortunate to never have expierenced. That monster is child abuse. Throughout this book, John stresses 1. people "don't know him", and 2. about things that aren't.

Klass interestingly writes about child abuse and the things a 14-year-old boy may think. This boy who is quick to judge finds hope in things he did not realize.

I don't know how else to describe a book like this, it is better off to read it to fully grasp what I'm trying to say. =p

Goodbye to You...

I hate goodbyes. I really do. I'm never good at them. My trick is, when I say goodbye, I emotionally detach myself so I don't have to feel anything when I say goodbye. There are a few instances when I ignored that rule, or, mainly, the emotion is too strong to blackade, but for the most part, it is highly effective. Goodbyes are hard, especially when I love a person. Be it family or friend, I can't help but cry a little when I say goodbye because I don't like losing people.

Goodbyes hurt, but sometimes they are for the best. The thing I hate most about them is the fact that it feels like I'm throwing away of however many years I've known the person worth of memories. When I make friends, I make them for life. I don't believe in making friends for the moment, I don't enjoy putting my heart into something that doesn't last that long, because eventually goodbyes come and it just hurts.

After listening to Michelle Branch's song "goodbye to you", I started thinking about people, places, and things, in the course of my lifespan that are meaningful to me in ways. Mainly, I thought about people. I thought about a friend that said goodbye and completely tore me up. Then again, perhaps I was the first one to say goodbye for that one, even if she technically said the words. I also thought about Dad and how I didn't want that goodbye to come. I thought about feelings that I should say goodbye to. Feelings that I would be better off without.

And one day, I'm going to be the one that has to say goodbye to people. I suppose I hate that part too. I hate hurting people.

So yeah.

Goodbye to you...

Life and stuff...yeah...and an uncreative title....

Well, tonight I had work until 10:30. I was on sales floor, but tonight was better than other nights; there wasn't too much of a mess so time went by slowly. I think I contracted pink eye at work because I suddenly had a feeling as though my right eye was watery and there was a bunch of gunk in it, I also keep rubbing it so it's a little sore now... Yeah, and it's been that way since. Poopy, oh well. That means no seeing people, because it is most likely contagious. =[ Gah! The feeling is so annoying!!

At work we discovered what we think is a racist Dora the Explorer backpack...don't ask...it's weird, but, yeah. The people I work with are nice and very social, so it's not hard to get along with them, everyone is interesting. Tonight when cleaning the isles/aisles (?), I was listening to two of the people making jokes since I'm too shy to make jokes of my own when they started cursing like crazy. Israel then looked at me and then looked at the lady and was like, "watch your language in front of this church lady!". That made me laugh, but their language wasn't annoying me or anything. I found that idea completely humorous though. So work was good tonight. All the while I was thinking that I could make a situation bad or good, it just depended on how I treated it. Since I don't like working sales floor, I've always been in a bad mood when I did it so my mood would be ruined for the entire day.

Also, on with life outside of my own little world, I heard about the earthquake that hit Haiti. I was looking at some pictures, and in some, there were pictures of groups from Britain, Taiwan, and the United States, going over to the Haitian islands to help out and support the people. It's really heart-warming to see a world set aside it's differences and unify for one noble cause. My heart goes out to those who lost their lives and their loved ones. I pray that God will give strength to those dealing with this disaster, and that somehow people will see Him and His will and a way for Him to still be glorified.

Yeah that's it...sleepy time!

"A Bend in the Road" by Nicholas Sparks. A bookreview.

Earlier today I finished yet another Nicholas Sparks book. A Bend in the Road is one of his older novels, and I, of course, really enjoyed it. I enjoy all of his books, haha, however, I suppose this book was not a favorite, compared to some of his other novels.

This book is the love story between Miles Ryan, a man who lost his wife, and Sarah Andrews, a woman who is struggling with a terrible divorce, but with a big twist in it....I'm not giving it away!

Anyway, I don't know what to say about this book, haha. It was good. It had the right amount of tragedy and the right amount of love story. On his site, Sparks said that he wrote "love stories" instead of "romance stories". With love stories, sometimes there isn't a happy ending, and with romance, there's always the expected happy ending that everyone wants. So, yeah, I think Sparks does a great job at writing love stories.

As for this novel, it's a definate must read! :D

Epic Dreams?!

Ever have one of those dreams where you're dreaming in that? Well, I've never had one of those, but I've had a dream where I'm dreaming, and in that dream I was dreaming. So, it's slightly more epic. =]

My dream took place a couple of night ago, but I can still remember it for the most part. It's somewhat vivid, but I've forgotten some of the smaller details I suppose.

Anyway, so let's break down this dream...let's see, where to start...

Okay, let's begin with the first dream, or as I call, the master dream. In this dream I was a guy friend of mine, and, I don't remember what we were doing, haha. But we were going somewhere that required us to stay in a hotel, and we were travelling with either his family or mine...I just know there were a lot of people. I think we were going to some sort of convention and we were the only ones of our age so we stuck together and were just like "uhm...let's make the most of it?". So we're going along with who ever's family, just chilling, and being ourselves, arguing, talking, chitting the chat. If I remember correctly we went somewhere far that involved suitcases and either the train or plane and a rental car. I also remember being very shy which makes me want to assume that it was with his family... Eventually the day was done and we went to the hotel that the family had pre-rented (Now that I think about it, it might be his family....my family is not that organized, haha). The hotel was really nice, it was big and expensive looking, and I don't think I had to pay for it. O.o The only thing I paid for I think was the plane/train ticket....Anyway, so as the adults were getting room keys I asked one of them where I was sleeping. So they handed my friend a key and was like "you and Serena are sharing a suite". He and I both looked at each other and were like "O_o but, we're not of the same gender..." and the person looked at us and was like "you're only ones not married here, and don't worry, there are two beds in the room". So we looked at each other apprehensively and were like "fine, we're mature adults..." So we go to the room and he takes the bed closest to the window, pretty much the bed in the corner and I was like "loser" and he shrugged me off and was like "you don't need the corner". I remember an awkward moment when we both got into our pajamas and crawled into our beds and there was a long silence (I was mostly uncomfortable because he slept shirtless and I kept on wondering if God would smite me for this). I remember looking at him and was like "should I turn out the lights?" and he's like "yeah, that's best, I'm tired". So I did and then it felt more awkward because here I am, sharing a room with a guy. I remember looking over at him and he was curled on his side so he was facing me and I was "O_O awkwardddd" in my mind. But instead I was like "well, goodnight then," before I curled in the other direction.

So after the master dream comes, I start to dream in that dream, and I think I'll call that the middle earth dream. In this dream I was a ninja, and the said guy friend was a ninja too and were were on a team of three with some other ninja guy (yep, kind of like Naruto), and were were in a battle with some evil ninjas. My guy friend was extremely stealthy so he was an excellent fighter, the other guy could talk to animals, and I had very good accuracy, but I usually hung back because I was more of a defensive line. Well one of the evil ninja guys came and attacked me and knocked me out, and that's when the third dream started.

I'll call this dream the sub-dream. In this dream I was a model (I know right? That's why we call them dreams!), and a new one at that. So I went to this agency that had called me a while ago and I was going to do a photo shoot with them. Their entire theme was a jungle theme. That was exciting. So I did poses and they took pictures, and they apparently thought that I was one of the best models they have ever seen. So they let me have a lunch break and I decided to explore. I met other models, but they weren't very nice, so I just stayed on my own. Then I saw a cute little kitten that looked a lot like Jaymie's cat Sabrina, same color and everything, only the hair was shorter and she was nicer. So this kitten followed me around the entire time and it would come to me when I called it and it was so gentle. Eventually the kitten stopped following me, and when it was going away a lioness came out of the bushes and attacked her, swiping her side and leaving deep gashes. I remember freaking out and somehow making the lioness go away. The kitten was hurt really badly, and I picked it up carefully, fearing that it would die. The manager of the agency came out and told me it was his kitten and I told him what happened and he told these burly male model dudes to go find the lioness because she escaped the cage. Then, I still had a really long break so I decided to take a nap, and that ended this dream.

I then went back to the ninja dream, and there I woke up and my two ninja friends were staring down at me, and after that, I woke up.

Then I went back to the master dream. I remember waking up in the dream and the dream had moved forward and my friend and his family were at church. I remember taking a seat by him, and the silence was slightly weird for a while. He then told me he didn't go to the bathroom that much the night before because he was afraid of waking me. I then told him that he could have gone because I sleep through almost anything. He laughed, and it suddenly wasn't awkward anymore. Then I told him I had to use the restroom and he should accompany to that he agree. As we passed his family, his mom, I think, gave me a wary look, like she was watching me. So we walked to the bathroom, and before I went in to the Ladies' room he looked at me and was like "you have a good stomach". I was thoroughly confused at that point, wondering what that meant, wondering if he was making fun of me, or if that meant I was going to have lots of children or some odd thing.

Then as I washed my hands a ton of high-schoolers from NCCOV came out of the bathroom stalls and I was even more confused as they left before me. When I walked out, my friend was still there waiting for me, and for some reason that made me feel hopeful.

Then I woke up for real, and I was SUPER confused because I thought I was still in my dream with the guy friend, and it took me a while to realize I had a dream inside of a dream inside of a dream. O_o

Weird, but very cool. =D

"Keeping Faith" by Jodi Picoult. A Book Review

Jodi Picoult's novels are always a joy to read. She is an excellent write with a great eye for detail and she is good at writing human emotion. She makes her characters believable, and well, human, as compared to characters who are harder to relate to.

I have just finished Keeping Faith, which is quite an interesting novel. It was a good read, but what made it so interesting, was that it dealt with the controversy of religion which some authors try to stay away from. The novel revolves around a seven-year-old girl who develops stigmata during her parents' divorce and child custody battle for her. The catch is Faith is a Jewish girl, but she has caught the attention of Catholics, the tele-atheist, Ian Fletcher, and many people who are facinated by this phenomenon.

I enjoyed how this novel was written, it came from everyone's view points, so it was nice to see what everyone was thinking. I think the court trial that Picoult created was also well written.

What didn't sit too well with me was Faith. Faith is a seven-year-old-girl, but somehow, she seemed so much more insightful and more, I don't know another word to use, than adults. Don't get me wrong, I strongly believe that some of the best lessons can come from childrean, but at the same time, Picoult has the tendency to make the kids the most wise and insightful characters in her novels. In my opinion, I don't like that all the time, it kind of takes away the sense of innocence in a child.

I would recommend Keeping Faith to those who enjoy court trials, religious controversy, insighful children, and anyone who enjoys Jodi Picoult and reading in general. =]

"Corpse Bride" movie review? I guess, haha.

So tonight I watched the movie "Corpse Bride" with Jakob, Juliet, and Tom, that was interesting. I love Tim Burton films, he's the greatest! His mind is just pure genius, haha!

This movie (3-D animation) is about this couple being betrothed when Victor, the groom-to-be, finds himself wedded to a corpse named Emily. The movie is really cute, and very dark. I suppose I missed the concept of bright pinks and greens and purples in movies (wow, I never thought I'd say that)...

However, throughout the entire movie, I could sympathize with Emily, the Corpse Bride. She was an innocent throughout the entire movie. She just wanted true love, her dream wedding, a true romantic at heart. Even though I knew Victor had is bride-to-be still in the Land of the Living who was worried about him, I couldn't sympathize with her all that well. Sure, she had lost Victor, but at the same time...I don't know, haha.

I suppose this is because I can relate to Emily really well. When she sang her song comparing herself to the bride-to-be and she felt she came up short, I know I always do that. Then there were lines in the song that went: "...She doesn't play piano
Or dance
Or Sing
But she still breathes air
Who cares
Unimportant
Overrated
Overblown
If only he can see
how special you can be
If only he knew the you that we know...

Well those lines, haha, They are quite amazing. Unlike Emily, however, I can't play piano or sing or dance, but...but...I can write. I'm altruistic (although that makes me feel selfish when I say that), and I'm uhmm, I'm good with kids? And the other lines remind me of my friends who are always there for me. =]

Bahaha, oh life.

<3 Tim Burton!

How Interesting...

"I close my eyes, disgusted. I have already lived this story. I have already fallen in love with a man whom my mind inflated to such mythic proportions that I could stare right at him and still not see him clearly," (p. 236). Keeping Faith by Jodi Picoult

Funny how books make you think of yourself....

Teaching

Teaching is a hard job. I never really thought about that until tonight. When you are a teacher, it usually means you are well-versed in a subject, you know it well enough to have confidence to teach others. You are in charge of what others know. Also, you are in charge of the students. As a student they must obey the teacher in order to learn. But also, it is the teacher who creates the classroom enviornment. If the teacher is laid-back and relaxed students will either adopt that attitude or they see it as the teacher being a pushover and begin to take advantage. If a teacher is uptight, students will get that vibe. Almost a "monkey see, monkey do" kinda thing.

Although my classroom is different from most, I am a teacher of 6 rather than 26, and the setting is different, we sit on a bed and on cushions rather than in desks, I am still a teacher nonetheless. Thinking about how I am as a teacher is an interesting concept. I can do much better. I am an extreme pushover when it comes to my kids. I think it is because I care about what parents think and I don't want to be harsh because I am afraid that I cannot draw the line between in control and being psychotically strict.

Well, that's something I can most definately work on. Tonight didn't go so well, but I think that mostly stems from me. I am usually very ill-prepared. I teach from this book with chapters about prayer and worship and all that good stuff. I don't usually read it and I just go in and try to teach. In my last blog I mentioned that I want the kids to go away with learning about love, if anything at all. The way I'm teaching, I'm doing a terrible job.

So, I think I need to spend the week meditating on each lesson. Sure I'm not coming up with sermons, I have them right in front of me, but I'm still teaching and directing kids in the name of Christ. If I do a half-effort job then they will retain less, I believe.So, I'll try that for this week. Meditate on next week's lesson for the week and give it completely to God. Again, I have what I'm teaching in front of me so I really don't have to put much effort into it at all, but who knows, perhaps God will lay it on my heart that I should teach something else. :)

We shall see, we shall see....

Because I Can?

A new year and a new look for my blog? Haha, I don't know. I get bored so easily and I'm always changing stuff. I'm a weirdo. And yes, that is another picture I took. Nehehehe......I'm not a phtographer, and I realize that everytime I see the pictures I take but it's still so much fun. Who knows, perhaps one day I will become good at it.

Well, today was fairly boring. I woke up at nine in the morning so I was happy, but because I didn't get out of bed right away I went back to sleep and woke up at 10-11ish....fail! O_o I took a shower, had breakfast/lunch, and now I'm doing laundry which is good! Now I can see another square foot or so of carpet in my room. Even then, I like doing laundry. I don't know why, but it's one of my favorite chores to do. I suppose because there is a dance move called "The washing machine" and also I love it when my clothes are done drying and I take them out right away and the clothes are nice and warm and soft. That might be the reason. That or I enjoy being clean.....although my room and bathroom aren't testimonies to that. -_- Uggggh, I have so much to do before school starts. I still need to buy books, I have errands to run and I need to clean more. >.<

Along with that I've been listening to Owl City all day. I love Owl City, haha, well, I love his lyrics. They're so poetic and just very pretty, haha.

Along with my productive, or rather, unproductive day, I did a lot of thinking. I was thinking about Vista and life. I want to move away from SoCal, I think, or just rather the cities I've grown up in. Sure everything I love is here, family, friends, my church, and all that good stuff, but I don't know if I want to live here forever. Vista will always be home no matter what. I was raised here, but even a young bird must leave her nest at some point. Perhaps when I go off to a university I'll be able to figure out what I'm going to do. I do however know that where ever I go, if my heart is there, home will be there too. Isn't that what matters most?

So tonight is community groups. I'm teaching the kids about prayer.......I hope it goes well. I love teaching those kids. I hope that if they learn anything from me (and Jakob), I hope they learn love. The love of Christ, the love for others, and just how to have a good time, haha.

Well, I think I should end this blog now. Jaymie is talking to me, and the voices in my head are not strong enough yet to block her out.

>.>

<.<

I loves herrr! :DDD

Best friend.

And Sister? O_o

One Wicked Sweet Dream!

It may seem like it is a tad late to be blogging about a dream I had nearly 24 hours ago, but I finally have time to share it! Bahahaha, *nerd*.

Well, in my dream....I don't even know where to start! It's just awesome! -___-

The dream had to do with two types of people (besides humans...but humans weren't important in this dream), vampires and ninja-like people. I don't know what the ninja-like people were...perhaps human. So there were these two groups of people. The vampires in my dream could go out in the daytime but for only very short periods of time before something bad happens to them. I suppose they drank blood too, but I don't remember that detail. I just knew they were vampires. In this dream the vampires were like, the top of the top, like royalty in a social hierarchy.

Next came the ninja-like people. I don't remember if they were human or not, but I knew they were special. These ninja-like people were special because there was something about them that made them "the chosen ones" among the vampires (not to eat!), so in a way they were second in the social-hierarchy scale because their job was to be partners to vampires, guardians and best friends (I know my dream sounds a lot like Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead, but it was different). These "chosen people" are trained to to be exceptionally skilled fighters and are very intelligent..so yeah ninja-like.

In the dream I was a ninja-like person. I don't remember if my vampire-person was a male or female, I think it was a male though. Anyway, so my partner and I had joined this organization for good because the world had gone into turmoil and evil groups of vampires/ninja-like people were plotting earth's destruction and trying to take it over.

So my partner and I walked into this large room that felt like a warehouse with no windows and there were other partnered people who were sizing each other up and mingling and some just stood together. My partner and I walked around for a little bit trying to get familiar with faces when I bumped into someone. Stuttering an apology I tried to laugh to release tension. I looked up and staring down at my was a vampire with long-ish dark hair and deep deep deep brown eyes. He, like all the other vampires and ninja-like people, was wearing black (Somehow the ninja-like people were wearing something or looked a certain way that it was easy to tell them apart from the vampires if they were exceptionally pale, and the vampires looked a certain way that made them easily distinguishable to the ninja-like people and other vampires but not to humans). So this guy looked at me and was like "that's fine, I know it was an accident". Because I could not stop staring into his eyes I blushed and he took my hand and shook it. The first thing I noticed was that he had remarkably soft hands. He told me his name but I forgot it at this point.

I then noticed his partner a severe looking girl who was really really tiny but looked like she could kill five people without breaking a sweat. That, and she was very pretty. Okay, I'll admit that in this dream I was kinda tiny too, being at the same height, only I was very thin. but compared to this girl, I felt very ungraceful and unruly. My vampire, knowing that I started to feel very uncomfortable, tried to save the moment by distracting her but it didn't work out very well.

Then the dream continued and somehow, that vampire who I suppose I had a crush on in the dream was paired with my vampire and me and another group with a vampire girl and a big burly ninja-like person, so we became a unit. Other units were formed and this warehouse place became our headquarters. My unit and I were then assigned to this place, I don't know what state we were in, but apparently there was activity there with evil ninja/vampire groups attacking the humans.

So my unit was assigned to this area with a large university, about the size of CSU Long Beach, but with an old feeling to it because it had brick walls and all that fun stuff.

The unit didn't have a set leader, everyone just worked together. It was only that girl and me who had real issues. My vampire person, which I now think was a guy, had a crush on the vampire girl so they were always together. As time went on the vampire guy who I first bumped into and me fell in love. I found out that he, despite his tough-looks was a sweet-heart who prefered not to fight and spent his time doing this like writing or drawing and stuff. His partner, he knew, had a long-time crush on him since they first met as children but he just saw her as a close friend and nothing more even though he tried to like her.

Because I was annoyed by the girl and jealous of her I tried to work harder to be a better partner to my vampire and more valuable to my unit because I knew I lacked a bit. The burly guy who was partnered to the vampire girl attempted to help me become stronger and he taught me weaponry and distance stuff. The girl who didn't like me would make fun of me and say that I was a liability to the unit which made me work harder. Eventually I did get stronger.

Time went on in the dream and eventually our unit became one of the best in the organization;and more groups joined our cause. The girl and I eventually settled our differences, especially when her vampire and I got together. My vampire and I continued to be a team and he continued to date the vampire girl and whatnot.

Then in the dream, it was fall and we were still at the college-like place. The school was mostly abandoned except for a few stray people there and our unit was spread out through the campus. We had wire walkie-talkie things to communicate if necessary. I was by myself sitting on a ledge of a high window looking down at the ground when I felt something was wrong. Jumping from the high ledge I landed on my feet and began making a round on the area I was supposed to cover.

A few civilian humans, college students, walked past me and I smiled and acted as though I were normal and kept making rounds. Although I saw nothing I still had a bad feeling. I was just about to call for back-up from my unit when an enemy came out and attacked me.

We got into a fight and I noticed it was a vampire guy and a ninja-like guy attacking me. The vampire was the weaker one compared to his partner I assessed to I spent time on him hoping to beat him down easily to take care of the ninja-like person. That was a stupid mistake because I was suddenly grabbed from behind from the ninja-like guy. I pulled walkie-talkie and screamed into it for back-up but before I could really say anything he took the wire and yanked it off my body and broke it. He then began to pull me into a restroom. I saw the vampire person who I was dating run after me but he was stalled by the vampire who attacked me.

I remember being dragged into the bathroom thinking I was going to die and thinking how it was my fault that we failed when the vampire I was dating rushed in and rescued me.

Then I remember our unit had to report to headquarters...I don't remember why though...and that was the dream.

Pretty awesome if you ask me. Well, except for the part where I made a mistake.