harrystylesis-sex:

I mean look!

(oh also you see his butt in this movie ;D haha)

I think he would be the most perfect Finnick Odair.

(Source: famousguys)

I’m in the car with one of my ex boyfriends, but we’re obviously back together in this dream.  He and I are going to the beach, and he’s driving.  Everything seemed normal and fun until he started driving on the dock, and driving recklessly.  It’s like we were on that ride at Carowinds called “Ricochet” where the turns are super sharp and you feel like you’re going to fall off.

I start freaking out and tell him to quit it and explain I’m scared.  He said “that’s the point”.  He then presses a button that makes his passenger door disappear and then makes another turn where I’m only hanging in the car because of my seat belt.  I reach over and grab his knife out of his pocket.  I try to slice his throat with it, but it doesn’t cut for some reason.  He laughs and then steals it from me and cuts my seat belt. I start panicking.  I try to grab onto the seat but the next turn we take he gives me a push out of the car and into the water below.

I know there is something in the water that scares me, but I have to decide if this is scarier than facing what put me here. I tread water underneath the dock for a little bit and then swim underwater to the other side where there is a ladder and climb up.  As expected, he is standing there, waiting for me.  I can’t remember exactly what I did, but I did something to distract him, and then started running toward civilization. 

There was a big cluster of buildings on the other side of the marina. I decide I’m going to hide out in one of them and find a hotel.  The owner is standing outside and I give him a large amount of cash if I can hide out in the room he’s standing in front of.  I tell him I’ll double it if he doesn’t mention anything to anyone about it.  It’s a suite and there is another girl staying there but she said she wouldn’t mind a roommate.  I explain the situation to her and she said she understood and I could stay with her as long as I needed to.  She then explained she had to go to work (I think she was a model) but she’d be back later.  I thanked her and watched her walk away, but then I saw my ex on the stairwell she was walking toward. He stopped her and sweet talked her the way he does, and she eventually pointed back to where I was and I ducked.  I’m pretty sure he saw me through the window anyway.  I peek up again and I don’t see him, but the girl is standing there with a horrified look on her face.  I have to move quickly, so I roll underneath the bed.  The mattresses are thin, and there is no box spring, so if he came in there he could easily take his knife and stab me through the bed.  I was so scared. Somebody came in the room and jumped on the bed above me.  It was a male voice and it said, “I know you’re there, just play along”.  I kept quiet and heard the door open again. My ex starts yelling at the guy on my bed asking where I am.  The guy turns on the tv and says he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.  My ex says he just ran into a girl who said she was staying in that room, and the guy says this was the manager’s suite and that he invited her (implying she was a prostitute or whatever) for the night along with another girl but they had both left. My ex seemed frustrated and slammed the door on his way out.

I rolled out from underneath the bed and thank the manager for saving my life.  He says I can stay as long as I want but that he has to leave the room to tend to other patrons, so it might not be safe if he’s not there.  I decided to borrow some clothes from the model girl’s closet and changed and ran outside. There is a group of tour buses nearby and I decide to hop on one of those. I don’t see my ex anywhere, but I climb all the way to the back just to be safe and slink down in my seat.  Someone on the bus hands me a yellow (this is important, because most of my dreams are in B&W) helmet and I put it on.  I stood up and looked around the bus and saw my friend James sitting at the front and waved.  I asked him what color he had and he said he was also yellow. There were people with red helmets on too. I wasn’t sure what we were going to need them for, but the buses were moving now and we were going somewhere hopefully safer than the place I had left.

We arrive at this clearing where there is no floor.  It’s an outdoor wind tunnel and I get on it and shoot up super high in the sky.  I remember feeling like I should be afraid but I’m not.  We have ropes that we’re holding onto as well, though I’m not sure what the heck they’re attached to.  I keep thinking my ex is out there somewhere and being afraid he’ll attack me and everyone else who is up in this wind tunnel.  I lower myself down somehow and walk around looking for James.  I remember just looking up at everyone and there being this eerie fog so I couldn’t tell who was who, all I saw were their ropes. And then I woke up.

I was in a car somewhere in the Middle East (probably Iran, because I was with Laela and her family is from there) and Laela was driving and her bf Luke was in the passenger seat and I was in the back.  There were a TON of people in the street and Laela wanted to be a good Samaritan, so she decided to pick up as many people as she could.  The problem was, she was letting all these hitchhikers pile in the backseat with me.  After three other people were added, I told her I was getting out and would meet her back at her house.  I asked her what the address was, but she didn’t know how to spell it in English so I just told her I’d figure it out myself.

I got out of the car holding my cell phone and was immediately ambushed.  This guy saw my phone and said “I could really use a good phone like that” and I pushed past him with a “yeah, in your dreams” comment.

I saw a city bus and hopped on it.  There weren’t any seats available so I had to stand.  I then remembered what was in my other hand — a lighter, one of those long ones used for lighting grills. Anyway, I accidentally dropped it on the floor of the bus and before I could bend down and pick it up, everyone on the bus started shrieking. Upon being dropped, the lighter had activated but there was a wall of flame coming up about a foot from it, the entire length of the lighter.

I’m not sure, but I think I got kicked off the bus because the next thing I know I’m aimlessly walking through this neighborhood.  The homes are all townhomes or duplexes, and very small. I meet this group of guys who are fellow Americans and I guess they were trying to meet up with Laela and Luke as well, so I follow them.

Instead of navigating the streets of the neighborhood, we go through people’s houses.  Apparently in Iran, using door locks is not common.  We must have cut through 5 or 6 houses during this dream.  In one house, I saw one of my Israeli coworkers asleep on a bed with her husband in a room with two other beds and two other couples. Talk about close quarters.

We eventually end up back outside, looking out at this giant lake. Then I woke up.

I was standing on a dock going out into the ocean when I saw a tidal wave coming my way.  I ran inland, with Jenna F. (this girl I went to middle school with, and haven’t seen since) right beside me and a ton of other people. We were at a beach with sand dunes like Jockey’s Ridge and they were difficult to climb. Jenna and I fortunately got to them top of them and were safe, but these giant sharks came up and tried to nip at our legs. The tidal wave ebbed back to the ocean and bits of human flesh littered the beach.  They looked like pieces of raw chicken for sale at the grocery store.

We were both freaked out.  Jenna went back down to the dock to look for her family…or what was left of them.  Another wave started forming, and I just kept running away from the beach.

I end up in this building built into the side of a cliff by the ocean. Laela and Luke are there and they said they have found this safe room for us to all live in until the shark problem has been controlled. It was a modern looking spa-type room, all walls being clear glass, with black leather lounge seats, a fish tank and even a salt water pool in the floor that extended down into the actual ocean. I remember thinking that wasn’t the most secure thing in the world, and worrying about the next attack.

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I was in a hot tub with some of my male clients, but forgot my swimsuit so I was naked.  There were bubbles so the clients couldn’t tell when I was in the water, but I didn’t know how to approach getting out of the tub.

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I gave my grandmother a pair of Coach shoes similar to ones I recently bought, except these were brown and had the classic print on the side.  GM said she had seen them in the store earlier that month and that she didn’t like them because of the weird coloring on the sides, the cream and caramel colors weren’t doing it for her.  She did say she loved the yellow shoes I had gotten her earlier that year…

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This random, middle-aged man gave me a bag with a sandwich and cookies in it.  The sandwich had turkey on it, so I know he didn’t know me well. I didn’t eat any of it.  I went outside and it turns out I was at my childhood home, in the orchard on the hills by our horse pasture. The guy comes outside with a gun and starts shooting to the sky. My dogs from my childhood are there, as well as a Zeke-colored chihuahua and TS’s dog, Cooper.  The dogs are all running around trying to protect me and TS (who randomly appeared) while the guy is going crazy trying to shoot the dogs.

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Seriously, my subconscious is on some drugs.

rulesforthesouthernlady:

Don’t let a bad day make you forget how amazing your life is.

I recently subscribed to Hulu+ solely because I wanted to watch the entire series of a TV show called “My Name is Earl”.  I finished all the episodes and have moved on to Greek, but I was really inspired by Earl. If you’ve never seen the show, here’s a quick summary, from Earl himself:

“You know the kind of guy who does nothing but bad things and then wonders why his life sucks? Well, that was me. Every time something good happened to me, something bad was always waiting round the corner: karma. That’s when I realized that I had to change, so I made a list of everything bad I’ve ever done and one by one I’m gonna make up for all my mistakes. I’m just trying to be a better person. My name is Earl.”

You gotta give it to the guy.  For four straight seasons he did nothing but try to make up for all the wrongdoings he had committed in his life.  But it wasn’t always so easy. He ended up in a coma, in jail, on a stretcher in front of a tractor trailer, and in various other precarious situations.  It was worth it, though. Every time he did something good and crossed a mistake off his list, his life would take a turn for the better. That’s karma.

It’s kind of silly that a comedic tv show with a ridiculous redneck cast could be so inspiring, but it has motivated me to create my own list.

Unlike Earl, I do have a full-time job and commitments to things other than just “the list”, so I won’t be crossing a list item off every day, and maybe not even every week. Every list item that I do cross off will help put my mind at ease, but more importantly, repay my debts to karma by making up for something stupid/wrong/[insert other negative adjective here] I have done.

Some things will be easy to mark off, like #7 — “Never paid Sue (mother of my good buddy Chris) back for $60 I borrowed for court fees” (that’s a good story, too).  But others, like #32, “Stuck gum under most public seats I sat in” will be more challenging to make up for.  Regardless, I’m going to try my best to do it all.

Stay tuned…