Rifles @ MindSay

I learned how to spin a rifle and I can do it with my left hand( being a lefty helps) and my right and I am working on the tosses. My spinning is okay but i cna also do the double time tosses with the flags now and catch them...the push-up threat was a motivation...Colorguard is fun...we sent Ashley to get food and them we were 'hunting' with our rifles. Oh my gosh...so fun!

Every so often I have a dream about a certain childhood friend, especially when I'm not thinking about her at all. I'm not sure why.

I had a dream about her this morning. I'll see if I can try and put it together as much as possible.

I think it starts off with me and her and a buch of other people, and some police come and try to arrest her, I try and defend her by yelling at them, and so they yell at me that I don't know anything about what's been going on and arrest me, too, (for the helluvit.) They take me to this room where there's this giant bed and a large screen TV built into the wall on the wall behind it. Although I didn't actually LOOK at what was playing on the large screen TV, but somehow I knew it was porn. Then, I remembered something that someone told me once, (although nobody had ever told me anything of the sort, I remembered being told it anyway) and that it was tradition to pull a prank on someone on their 21'st birthday regarding something to do with being arrested and porn and such. I pretend to play along, even though I know it's just a prank. They put me on a bed and leave, and the male star of the porn movie comes into the room with some police officers to interrogate me. I pretend to be worried even though I'm not, and then everyone comes in and throws me a birthday party.

I say, "It feels like this is the shortest year ever." Then someone else said, (I can't remember who) "Well that's because it is. Each year takes up less of a portion of your your life as you get older." I say, "It's not that, I feel like I'm still reeling from my 20th birthday, and now it's my 21st. (My actual 21st birthday isn't until another 6 months. It's funny though, because it was my sister's birthday today - which I had almost forgotten.)

Anyway, I leave the room and go into another room. The room is huge and has a very large window with a small group of people looking through it. They are looking down onto the street outside, where my childhood friend and her family were walking by. They were talking about her and her family. One of them says, "Both their parents came. Their father came because they're in his custody, but he doesn't live with them, they live with their mother." (I know, that doesn't make sense, but that's what he said.) Then they start talking about seperating the family and I realise that these people are from social services. I defend them and start saying how their family is fine and nothing wrong with them.

Then I'm down on the street and there are these guards "escorting" the family somewhere. (The mother, my friend, and her brother. Not the father.) I try and defend them and start yelling at them how you can't just seperate a loving family and that they're fine, but one of the guards just pushes me into the mud and leaves me there. (How dramatic.)

I get up and run to where they went, and the guards were gone, but my friend, her mother and her brother all had rifles and were pointing them at each other. Apparently, they had decided that if they can't be together, they'd rather kill each other than be seperated with them. So they were all trying to see who could kill each other first. I run into the centre so they don't kill themselves, and beg them to stop. They fire the guns but they keep on missin each other. (Even though their feet away from each other.)

Then I hear my father's voice calling my name and it's him telling me to come downstairs so my sister can open her presents.