Thursday, August 30, 2007
About me.
This blog is called Little Al's spot because my parents' friends used to call me that when I was young. I was little Al, and my dad was big Al. It is the first thing that came into my head. My first blog post is pretty heavy but I thought it would make for some interesting feedback. I am in college studying education, I would like to be a teacher someday. I really like animals, I have been thinking about getting a dog but I don't know if I am responsible enough. I like to fish for all different species of fish. Nothing beats a good day out on the water catching fish with some buddies. I also enjoy playing guitar,I learned how to use a slide in open A tuning this summer. Music has always been important to me. I enjoy a game of poker here and there, and my drink of choice is beer. I am open to any kind of conversation, I like to talk about life experiences with people they are always unique. It is always entertaining and enlightening to be able to relate to someone, or some experience they had. I like to tell stories when I can think of good ones to tell.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
What Dreams May Come (True)
Last Friday was my payday. I just started school, and this was my last big check before I started working weekends. Let me tell you about a dream I had before I went to pick up my check. The dream goes: I went to my bank to cash my check, but my friend was working there who lives in far away Bloomington about 3 hours from where I live, strange. I hand her my check and she does the usual paper shuffle and types information into her computer. She says to me,"You have making some good money lately haven't you?" She counts out $1,500 and hands it over to me. She says, "You are going to give me some of that right?" Right after this, I wake up and I could actually remember this whole part. The memory was still very vivid and fresh in my mind even after I showered and ate breakfast. I forget about this and go about my normal day.
I get in my truck and decide it would be good to go pick up my paycheck before I go to school. I go to the golf course where I work and my boss gives me the check. I head towards school and open the check while I am on the road. Can you guess what happened? I HAD A CHECK FOR $1,286.34. I only make $8.00 an hour, there was obviously some kind of mistake. They payed my overtime at about $75/hour, therein lies the mistake. I am running almost late for class so I went to class and then called my boss afterword to get this all straightened out. I could care less about the company that I work for but its not my style to lie or steal.
I just can't believe that this happened to me. Is it coincidence? Am I being superstitious when I wonder if there was some type of paranormal connection? Has something like this ever happened to you? This is not the only time that this has happened to me. When I was younger, and in grade school, I had a dream that the Pope died . When I woke up in the morning I watched WGN news as I always did with my mother before school, and low and behold Cardinal Bernadine of Chicago had been pronounced dead. I have carried this around with me for a long time, and it is just really strange.
I have one last story that I want to get off my chest. This is very serious, and deals with a serious issue. I had another dream the night before last, except this one disturbed me. I used to know someone that I considered a very good friend. We used to hang out together and we were into alot of different things. My parents were getting divorced and he was there for me when I needed him so if you can relate to this you know what kind of relationship could have evolved from these circumstances. We had matching tatoos and he made me tell him that I loved him when I talked on the phone, he was heterosexual to the best of my knowledge as I have always been. He died last November and I carried his casket among his family when he was laid to rest.
The dream:
I had drempt that I was riding around in a car with some old friends that I knew from highschool. We were in a town about 20mins. east of my town. One minute, we were all having a good time then all of a sudden it is just me and my recently departed friend in the car. The next second, we are in the back seat and he his choking me, violently strangling me. I remember every detail in his face, the image is frozen in my mind, his lipring and wild hair with his lanky arms covered in rock and roll tattoos around my neck. I got out of the car and got to a house that I knew and told someone in there that I would give them $20 to take me home right away. I just wanted to go home. Dreams just happen in bits and pieces sometimes, and they don't make perfect sense.
I found out the day after that dream that one of my friends(not the recently deceased) had raped a girl last year....in the backseat of a car. I never knew this, and I hung out with him since then and we were buddies. What do I do now? I just wanted to go home. I found out some other nasty rumors that were going around and then I had a fight with my girlfriend. In between arguments she said that her ex ruined her life.
I carried his casket last November.
I get in my truck and decide it would be good to go pick up my paycheck before I go to school. I go to the golf course where I work and my boss gives me the check. I head towards school and open the check while I am on the road. Can you guess what happened? I HAD A CHECK FOR $1,286.34. I only make $8.00 an hour, there was obviously some kind of mistake. They payed my overtime at about $75/hour, therein lies the mistake. I am running almost late for class so I went to class and then called my boss afterword to get this all straightened out. I could care less about the company that I work for but its not my style to lie or steal.
I just can't believe that this happened to me. Is it coincidence? Am I being superstitious when I wonder if there was some type of paranormal connection? Has something like this ever happened to you? This is not the only time that this has happened to me. When I was younger, and in grade school, I had a dream that the Pope died . When I woke up in the morning I watched WGN news as I always did with my mother before school, and low and behold Cardinal Bernadine of Chicago had been pronounced dead. I have carried this around with me for a long time, and it is just really strange.
I have one last story that I want to get off my chest. This is very serious, and deals with a serious issue. I had another dream the night before last, except this one disturbed me. I used to know someone that I considered a very good friend. We used to hang out together and we were into alot of different things. My parents were getting divorced and he was there for me when I needed him so if you can relate to this you know what kind of relationship could have evolved from these circumstances. We had matching tatoos and he made me tell him that I loved him when I talked on the phone, he was heterosexual to the best of my knowledge as I have always been. He died last November and I carried his casket among his family when he was laid to rest.
The dream:
I had drempt that I was riding around in a car with some old friends that I knew from highschool. We were in a town about 20mins. east of my town. One minute, we were all having a good time then all of a sudden it is just me and my recently departed friend in the car. The next second, we are in the back seat and he his choking me, violently strangling me. I remember every detail in his face, the image is frozen in my mind, his lipring and wild hair with his lanky arms covered in rock and roll tattoos around my neck. I got out of the car and got to a house that I knew and told someone in there that I would give them $20 to take me home right away. I just wanted to go home. Dreams just happen in bits and pieces sometimes, and they don't make perfect sense.
I found out the day after that dream that one of my friends(not the recently deceased) had raped a girl last year....in the backseat of a car. I never knew this, and I hung out with him since then and we were buddies. What do I do now? I just wanted to go home. I found out some other nasty rumors that were going around and then I had a fight with my girlfriend. In between arguments she said that her ex ruined her life.
I carried his casket last November.
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