A Look At My Career History

Hello, friends! This morning, I was watching a video by one of my favorite YouTube vloggers, Louise Pentland (aka SprinkleofGlitter), and she shared a detailed history of all of the past jobs she held before starting her career as a YouTuber. It made me laugh, and made me a bit nostalgic. I thought it might be fun to share with you guys my own career history (I use that term very loosely), so you can laugh at my many failures! Continue reading “A Look At My Career History”

Daily Prompt 7/12/2016 | Home

Until then, I’ll keep making up excuses to keep guests, and all other people, on the other side of these boring, white walls.

[In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt 7/12/2016 | Guest]

I don’t let people into my home. Ever.
Seriously, I avoid it at all costs, if possible. Continue reading “Daily Prompt 7/12/2016 | Home”

Daily Prompt 7/1/2016 | Pain and Pleasure

I’m already itching for my next one, and I’m still riding this high… what have I gotten myself into?!

[In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt 7/1/2016 | Pleasure]

Hello, friends. I know I’ve been a bit absent lately, and I promise I will get you all caught up on recent events, but it will more than likely be in video blog form, as I just don’t have the time, or patience, to write it all out. However, I did want to share with you all something very exciting that happened to me recently… Continue reading “Daily Prompt 7/1/2016 | Pain and Pleasure”

Dream Journal 2/28/16

Future.

All I remember is that Kyle, Liam, and I were living in a post-apocalyptic city, which resembled the city from the movie I Am Legend (NYC?). We went walking down a street, littered with old cars, piles of debris, and overgrown plants. Liam was 3 years old or so, and had long, curly hair. I was wearing him in a large, custom baby carrier on my back, which was also equipped with swords, machetes, and all sorts of other weaponry.

I was wearing a torn shirt, which revealed my tummy, which had miraculously developed some hardcore abs. Kyle was shirtless, and had some pretty intense ab action going on as well, as well as a massive gun strapped to his back. We were walking down the empty street, when a large pack of dogs ran by, yet didn’t seem to notice us. I could see the shadow of a large bird fly over us, though it looked more like a pterodactyl. Kyle made a series of hand signals to me, and I shushed Liam, before ducking behind one of the cars on the side of the road. Kyle hid behind a nearby tree, just in time for the large, bird/pterodactyl shadow to circle back around, flying over us again, lower this time. After it was gone, Kyle motioned for me to run, and I ran ahead, and shut Liam and myself into a nearby building. I heard a loud, terrifying siren, like the sirens in Silent Hill, and a few moments later, Kyle was standing in the doorway.

Darkness fell over the city, with nothing but the moon to light the streets. We left the empty house, and headed back outside. Kyle said something about meeting up with the rest of our group at camp, and moments later, we were sneaking into the back of a huge, empty mall. We were greeted by a large man, dressed in a nice suit, who unlocked the padlock to let us in. In the next room was an elderly woman, a two twin boys around 13 years old, a blonde woman, who may have been their mother, and a middle-aged man, who was wearing nothing but dark green swim trunks. They all waved and clapped enthusiastically when we walked in.

The elderly woman was cooking a large turkey over a fire in the middle of the room, and the twins were throwing clothing, straight off of the store racks, onto the fire to keep it going. The middle-aged man was complaining that there wasn’t enough butter for everyone, and the large man offered to make a run to the store to get ingredients to make more, but the other man just kept yelling. The elderly woman threw a chunk of turkey at him, and he stomped away, and everyone laughed.

I offered to go and get butter ingredients with the large man, but Liam started crying, and told me not to go, so the twins offered to go instead. Liam brought me a soccer ball and asked if we could play, and I smiled and walked into the main lobby of the mall…

And then I woke up.

Dream Journal 1/9/16

Present age/Future setting.

There is a young, blonde woman sitting at the table across from me. She has dark brown eyes, freckles, and tiny braids in her wavy hair. I stare at her for a long time. We are both dressed in white and gray jumpsuits, and are sitting in what looks like an outdoor cafeteria. It is sunny.

The huge room is filled with tables, lined up uniformly, organizing the various groups. There are tables of people wearing red jumpsuits, purple, black, etc. All organized neatly.

The blonde woman and I are seated at a circular table, where as the rest of the tables are rectangular. Our group looks older than the rest, who appear to be teenagers. The man to my left is much older than us, and his jumpsuit is all white. He has a nice smile. He is talking about doing a ropes course, and is asking what our opinions are about various activities. The blonde woman likes archery.

My lunch tray is piled with food. Pizza, fried chicken, a steak, broccoli, mashed potatoes, man ‘n cheese, buttered toast, a burrito, and a bowl of soup. There might have been more than that. I’m taking small bites and listening to the rest of my group talk. I can hear a jet, and look up to see that it is landing gracefully right outside of the roofless walls where we are. A sudden burst of wind sends napkins and empty plastic cups flying across the room, and a team of janitors, wearing brown uniforms, rushes in to clean it up. I’m reminded of the military.

My group and I are getting on the jet, along with a group of teenagers, dressed in green and white jumpsuits. Everyone is smiling as we take off, speeding like a bullet through the air. We are flying low to the ground, which isn’t actually ground, it is water. Behind us is the island in the middle of the ocean where we took off from. All I can see is endless blue ocean.

We land on another island, just a few minutes later, in the middle of a lush, green, jungle. In the distance I can see two futuristic circular houses. Our guide shows up to lead us through the forest, and she reminds me a lot of Laura Croft. Actually, I’m fairly certain that it was Laura Croft.

At the houses, we separate. The boys go into one house, the girls into the other. The insides are absolutely enormous, compared to the outside, which looked like space pods (if you remember the tents from Harry Potter, you’ll understand). Aside from myself, and the blonde woman, there is another woman from our group, who is much older. She seems like a bit of a bitch, and just glares at everyone and everything, seemingly judging. There are also four teenage girls in the other group, which run into the rooms to pick their bunks.

I walk back outside, and kneel down to take a drink from a gravity-defying stream of water running down a nearby tree and over the foliage and rocks on the ground. One of the teenage boys yells that he found a wounded animal, and I, along with a few others, rush over to him. On the ground is a creature that looks like a cross between a rabbit and a cat, and it’s head is missing. Everyone starts crying, and the older man from the group wraps the tiny creature and buries it. They have a service as well.

I am helping a young girl stand up after she fell off of a tightrope during our ropes course training. Her knee is bleeding, and one of the other adults and I get her to a nearby medical van to bandage her knee. The other man seems upset and worried that her blood will attract something to our location, and he closes the door, locking me out. I turn around and the rest of the teenagers and adults standing perfectly still, staring off in the opposite direction. In the distance, I can see an enormous shape moving, but it is see-through and camouflaged. Someone screams, and we all turn to run. I never saw what the thing was, but it chased us through the woods, picking us off one-by-one, until only a few of us were left.

We made it back to the jet, and took off immediately. The oldest man, two teenage boys, a teenage girl, and myself, were the only ones left of the original 14 or so. Our guide is also gone. I realize that no one is actually flying the jet, but that it is being controlled by the old man, who is calmly speaking orders to it. The three teenagers are all crying, covered in blood, but are not injured. I look out the window, and the island disappears in the distance. The old man writes something down in a little book he pulls out of his coat, and sighs heavily.

Back on our island, the man briefs another group on what happened, and they nod. They leave to prepare their groups for the next ropes course. I’m not sure if they are going back to that island or not, but I assume they are.

I walk with the teenagers to a large infirmity, where they each receive shots from a very pretty nurse, who winks at me. This makes the boys laugh. I leave them there and walk to a large command center, which is now part of a spaceship. I’ll let you guess which one.

The captain is scolding me about having blood on my uniform, when something suddenly slams into the ship violently, and we are all thrown to the floor. There is a large, blur outside the ship, covered in splotches of bright, red blood.

The captain calmly tells everyone to retreat to the basement (basement on a spaceship, sure…), and we rush down several flights of stairs, to a basement, which hilariously resembles a crappy laundry room in an old house. One of the crew members has cooler filled with bottled water, and passes it around to everyone. I grab one, but my water has swirls of blue in it, and I decide not to drink it.

The captain starts yelling at a female crew member about smoking a cigarette on a spaceship…

And then I woke up.

Dream Journal 9/25/15

I was living alone in a dystopian wasteland of a city, where it is always dark outside, and there are clouds of pollution and dust in the air, blocking out the sun.

My son has been going through an awful sleep regression phase the last couple weeks, and the last two nights have been particularly awful. I got around 3.5 hours of sleep last night, but I managed to crash on the couch this morning while he was napping, and I actually remember the dream I was having before he woke me up. Again.
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Present age/dystopian future.

I was living alone in a dystopian wasteland of a city, where it is always dark outside, and there are clouds of pollution and dust in the air, blocking out the sun.

It was nighttime, and I was creeping around a large, empty shopping center. I broke into a boarded up drug store, similar to a Walgreens or CVS, which was completely deserted. I had a large backpack, and I hastily ran through the aisles, shoving various necessities into my bag. Tampons, hair dye, toilet paper, cereal, chocolate, etc.

Then I was in a park, sitting on a bench, eating Captain Crunch out of the box. Suddenly, the sound of a warning alarm filled the air, and I grabbed my backpack and sprinted toward a large apartment complex on the other end of the park. In the distance, I could see others running toward the various, abandoned buildings scattered about the city. The ones that were still standing, that is.

I passed by a little girl, around 7 years old, sitting beneath a tree crying, and I kept running. I ended up turning back to grab her, tossing her over my shoulder, as I neared the apartment complex that I claimed as my own.

I carried the young girl up to the top floor, because there was no power anywhere in the city. She had passed out on my shoulder, either from exhaustion or fear, but she woke up when I opened the door to the apartment that I had turned into a penthouse bunker. I set her down on the floor, and she immediately crawled away, hiding behind a large crate in the corner. I just shrugged and walked into the next room to put away my supplies. If she wanted to leave, she could.

Outside the walls of my little fortress, I could hear the alarms come to an end, and I quickly closed and locked the doors to the cupboards, then braced myself.

There was a loud explosion outside, followed by a blinding light, and the whole building shook. It lasted only a few seconds. After it was over, I went and inspected the other rooms to make sure that nothing bad been broken. The little girl was gone, and the front door was open. I shrugged and locked it. She never came back.

I had a tiny generator, that somehow still worked, and I used it to watching Breaking Bad on Netflix, which was still mysteriously working as well. I was also drinking red wine from a decorative goblet.
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It was a different day, and I was back in the park near the building that I lived in. There was a cherry blossom tree in the middle of the park, and people were crowded around it, placing offerings beneath it. That tree was basically the only living tree in the city, and the only colorful thing left. I don’t know if the rest of the world was as apocalyptic as the city I was in, but I imagine it was, since we were all still there.

The little girl was in the park by the tree, and there was a woman with her, but I don’t think it was her mother.

There were really large birds flying in the sky, they almost looked like pterodactyls, and they were SO loud.

And then I woke up.

Dream Journal 9/23/15

“I… who are you? How did you get here?” I asked him, suddenly terrified. My cabin was in the middle of the wilderness, a large lake, and thousands of trees, separating me from society. How had he gotten here?

Future.

I was a writer, and was working on my latest suspense/thriller novel, and I was staying in a large, log cabin in the woods, right on a gorgeous lake. Across the lake there was a large campground, and I could hear boats and children playing across the water. I spent most of my time staring out the window, watching the families in the distance, and trying to think of what to write.

One morning, I woke up to silence. I peered out the window while making coffee, and saw police lights, and officers coming the beaches of the lake. I frowned, wondering what happened.

I sat at my desk and continued typing on my computer, but stopped suddenly when I heard a noise coming from the bushes outside my the large bay window in my kitchen. I tensed up and walked to the window, I was immediately face-to-face with a young man, around 18 years old.

“Please, can you hide me?” He asked me, panic in his voice.

“I… who are you? How did you get here?” I asked him, suddenly terrified. My cabin was in the middle of the wilderness, a large lake, and thousands of trees, separating me from society. How had he gotten here?

“Please,” he repeated, tugging at his shirt nervously, “I need to hide.” He continued to pull at his shirt, and I realized now that he was soaking wet. He swam here.

“I’m sorry, this is private property, I need you to leave,” I said, reaching to shut the window, “I can’t help you, sorry.”

I pulled the window closed, and the young man took off running around the side of the house. I cursed loudly, unsure of where he was going. I ran to the front door, but it was too late, he was already standing in the doorway, dripping lake water onto the wood flooring.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I promise, please, I just need somewhere to hide.”

“Hide from what…?” I asked cautiously. Just then, I heard a news report on the TV in the living room.

“The body of 13-year-old Elizabeth Moran was found in Great Bear Lake this morning by her parents, Jacob and Theresa Moran. Witnesses say that they heard screaming coming from the beach early this morning, and witnessed a tall male running from the beach. Elizabeth’s 18-year-old brother, Derek, is currently missing and wanted for questioning. If you have any information…”

My eyes widened and I felt my heart beating rapidly in my chest. The young man stared at me intently, terror and sadness in his eyes.

“Are you… are you Derek?” I asked quietly.

He nodded sadly, “I didn’t hurt my sister. I heard it all. I saw a man, running out of the water. I saw her body, but it was too late. I panicked and ran, but there were people everywhere. They saw me, and then they were on their phones, calling the police. I had to run.”

I hook my head. If he hadn’t done anything wrong, couldn’t he just tell the police that? My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of tires on the dirt road leading up to my cabin. Through the trees I could see two police cars driving slowly up the road. Without thinking, I pulled the young man into the house, hissing at him to hide. He obliged, running down the hall and out of my sight.

There was a knock at the door only moments later, and I opened it, greeting the two officers standing there with a smile.

“We’re sorry to bother you, Mrs. Dalton, but we’re looking for a young man who is wanted for questioning in the drowning death of a young girl from just across the lake. Have you seen him?”

I tried my best to look shocked and horrified, “Oh, god! No! That’s tragic! I haven’t seen anyone officers, just been here working on my book. I will certainly let you know though!”

The officer who had been talking to me stared at me quizzically. I could tell he knew something was up. They thanked me for my time and turned to leave. I realized that his eyes briefly flickered over the puddle of water that they had been standing in.

“Better clean that up, ma’am,” the officer said to me, with a hint of warning, “You wouldn’t want to slip.”

My heart felt like it was going to explode as I watched them drive away.

“I didn’t hurt her,” Derek said quietly, walking back into the hall, “I wouldn’t.”

I nodded, and walked back to the kitchen. My coffee had gotten cold.
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Derek stayed with me for two days, and in that time, I grew to believe his story. The more he repeated it to me, the more I believed in his innocence. But he couldn’t stay in my cabin forever, so we made a plan to get him away.

I was driving through the woods in the dark, Derek was in the back seat with a blanket over him, hidden from the world. We got to a highway, and I gave him an envelope with some money in it, and told him to keep the blanket. He took off, and I turned in the opposite direction, but stopped.

There was a large, black lab sitting in the middle of the road. After a few seconds, a man stepped out from the shadowy bushes to my left, and I realized that it was the officer who had come to my cabin two days earlier. I hit the gas, swerving around the man and the dog, and drove.

About a mile down the road, I turned off, driving through grass and wilderness, avoiding trees in the darkness. Something caught my eye, distracting me for just a moment, and I crashed my car into a tree. The airbag hit me in the face, and my nose started to bleed.

I climbed out of my car in a daze, and could hear dogs barking nearby. I started to run through the woods until I made it back to the lake, and followed the rocky shore to my cabin. I locked myself inside, and retreated to the basement.

I was terrified at what would happen to me for helping a wanted man to escape, but I knew he was innocent. I sat there in the dark, waiting for the police to break my door down, but no one ever came.

So I walked back up the stairs, and sat at my desk. The sun was starting to come up, and I could hear birds singing. I started to type, continuing with my story.

And then I woke up.