There is nothing so great as the feeling of being loved.

Thanksgiving break is here and life is calming down slowly.  Sure, things still happen and life still throws its curves, but I get to spend some days eating, laughing, and lounging.

Being home is always great for me because I have a little dog there.  She, being banished from the dorms, lives with my parents.  She does crazy things while I am away like grow her hair long and sleep with all sorts of people. I have to get her back into shape whenever I return.

She has taken to me fast, like usual, and even sits on my lap as I type.  Her haircut is currently half through.  Her white fur is long and curly except for two spots.  Her head is shaved down close and her little feet are also; this gives her a very "I'm fat and I know it" look. Once I have completed the cutting process she will look like the young, toned show dog quality that she is.
But for now, I just like to pick her up, squish my face into her side and enjoy the cotton feel that it offers.

I feel accomplished every time I come home as a wiggling and tripping dog comes barreling through the hallway trying to be the first one to greet me.  Minutes are spent as I try to give her the attention I think she deserves for such a display of affection.  Sounds echo throughout the hard linoleum floor of our kitchen as she tries to be the closest to me while I hug, laugh and reconnect with my family.  It takes at least a day before she calms down, but I revel in it the whole time.
It is a joy to be always accepted and sought out, no matter what life is throwing around.

Dreams

What is the deal with dreams?
Are they the real final frontier?  Not the deep sea, not space, but dreams.
Is it a hopeless area of study because nothing is concrete?

Dreams are the mystery that I constantly try to unfold.  I don't sleep because I'm tired, I sleep so I can dream.  Nights go by without a single idea coming to the front of my mind but then I can have several nights in a row where dream after dream fly through my every moment.  They are so fantastical, I cannot hate them.  Even when I have a horror movie style of a dream, I still wake up exhilarated and curious; this is usually because of one reason.

I remember one of the scariest recent ones was a parody of the Woman in Black trailer (Its a slightly dated dream).
I was exploring this old black house with many dusty rooms.  Somewhere in the house there were rooms in which I knew there were people needing to be saved, so I searched and searched.  My sister appeared with me and as I found someone I sent them outside to my sister who would comfort them in any way she knew how.  After saving several people I became aware that someone was watching me and she hated what I was doing.
I began to watch around every corner and even glance behind me several times, the only thing I ever saw was a shadow of black but what I heard sent chills down my spine.  A laugh full of evil and hatred would crash down the hallways and grow louder as it echoed in the rooms.  I became petrified at times, unable to move anything or think beyond that single sound.  But people still needed me; if they had been living in this horrifying place all this time I could handle it a few hours to save all that I could.
The woman realized that I wasn't going to stop with just a few shows, so she prepared her next move.  I was on the basement floor when I heard my sister's voice calling me from a room a little ways off.  She said she had found someone who desperately needed my help.  Instead of questioning why she was inside the house I quickly rushed to the room.  I saw someone standing by a small window dressed all in black and then, she vanished with a screeching laugh that chilled every cell in my body.  It was THAT room.  The room where SHE lived.
Still searching for someone who might be in trouble, I glanced at the bed.  Thats when things started to get real crazy. My feet were suddenly glued to the floor and my eyes saw a sight that was meant to scare the last bit of courage right out of my heart.  The bed sheets suddenly lifted up and started flying around the room.
Strangely enough, a peace settled over me.
A peace.  In this room.  The room where all evil came to rot, I found peace.
All of the sudden,the window was bright and my mind relaxed.  My real life started invading this dream and my belief in Christ and his saving power wrapped me up.  I felt the strength of one greater than a woman in black and I stared down at the flying sheets with eyes too full of peace to care.  They wouldn't and couldn't hurt me in any way, for God was with me in that dream.

God.  That is why my dreams are so wonderful. Why every night I look forward to what adventure and situation will come next.  I know in the real world who is most powerful and in my dreams it is the same way. I have been able to pray in my dreams before and they immediately change.
I don't mean to sound preachy by this, but I want you to know that is my conclusion on dreams.  The Final frontier.