Forgive Me, Father...

Dear Friends,

I have a confession to make. I'm in like with the Fifty Shades series. Not in love. Just in like.

Now that that's out of the way...

I had a dream starring the lovely(?) Christian Grey last night. As you can probably imagine, it wasn't pleasant.

(I read somewhere that it's rare to dream that you are someone else. Well, I don't know where that person got their statistics from, but I have often dreamed from another person's POV. Maybe it's because I'm a writer.)

There were twenty of us. Friends and family, that sort of thing. We were all going to attend a musical performance together. Maybe it was an opera or a band concert. I'm not really sure. I/Anastasia went to pick up the tickets before the show only to find out that Christian had displaced a number of poor families in order to get the seats he wanted. I was furious with him. All of the displaced people blamed me.

All of a sudden, I was holding on to the top of a needle-point skyscraper. Someone was trying to get revenge on Mr. Grey, and I'd gotten mixed up in the plot! A small child, a boy, was trapped with me. A giant wave of water came and lifted us up even further. We lost our grip on the tower. As the water level quickly fell again, the poor child was speared through the skull by the tower. I was in shock. Charlie Tango appeared and lifted me out of the water. I held on for dear life as I trailed behind the piece of machinery through the air.

And that's it, folks. Not much of a dream, but a terrifying one. I think I need to stop reading right before bed.

Till next time,

Amanda

About the Author

Dear Readers,

Getting started has always been difficult for me, and it appears that this is going to be no different. How to best capture my identity? I'm a senior at Duke University, though by the time anyone reads this, that probably will no longer be true. At some point in my life, I was a senior at Duke University. That's better. I study/studied English and psychology. I suffer(ed) from ADHD-PI, depression, and anxiety, but I have not, will not, did not let them get in the way of my education. Mostly because I just can't/couldn't wait to get everything over and done with.

Writing in all tenses is exhausting. I think you get the point.

I like to write. I like to sing. I like to knit and crochet. I like to read, even though it takes me longer than most. I like to run. I like to dance to terrible music when I'm alone in my apartment. I like to talk to myself and I love to talk to other people. And oh, how I love to sleep.

As you will probably find out sooner or later, I have really vivid dreams. Sometimes they're scary, sometimes they're funny, and sometimes they're just plain weird.

Well, my friends and readers, the life of the student calls.

Until tomorrow,

Amanda