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So it's 3 days until my 19th b-day.

Go me. XD

College starts Sept. 5th

Let's hope it's awesome.

Another dream...this time, it's worse...not for the easily moved and lighthearted.

As some of you know, I had a dream on Tues., early after midnight when I slept.

Again, I had a dream, but this time, it's a lot worse.

I'm warning you all: This one is a lot more disturbing and frightening than the first...it may even make you feel bad.

This isn't for the lighthearted, nor insensitive. Read with caution.

The dream took place at a school, out in Northridge. It wasn't Cal State Northridge, nor was it anything similar. At the school, it was a small, all level school (pre-k thru 8th grade).

The volunteer job I was in charge of was a substitute teacher for the children with a teacher who looked like Diane Lane in a white blouse, black vest with patches of happy things like apples, A B C in different colors, and learning symbols. She work a long skirt that reached below her knees, and well, she wore heels and very white stockings...

Don't ask me why...that's what I can remember. She put me in charge of three girls, and five boys. the boys were more older, and the girls seemed to like me a lot. There was a small, young five year old blonde girl, who wore a yellow dress, but remained quite and very distant from the rest of the group. I couldn't get her to talk to me, but she nodded when I asked her questions. She was silent, obedient but very mysterious. The other two girls, latina and  pacific islander girls, wanted me to play with them both (No...not the sick way. They wanted to show me all kinds of things around the class room.) I was distracted by their excitement that I lost track of the blonde girl in the yellow dress. Then, I felt the urge to use the restroom. I asked the teacher where it was, and she showed me to the door, while she was talking to the kids.

I walked outside the classroom, noticing my old Econ teacher, Mr. Lamb, staring outward, with a shocked, surpriused look on his face and staring into complete space. He looked terrible. I tried to get a word out fo him...but he told me that he felt a terrible presence that no other human can detect at the moment.

Then all hell broke loose. The fire alarm went off and the high chirps and lights started to flash. The building began to smell like smoke, and immediately the boys from the restroom ran out and started to head back to the classroom. The teacher began to panic, and she begun to yell at me to find the other girl who had wandered off. She asked me to hurry and find her, and bring her to saftey. She told me I didn't have much time.

I ran into the distant, finding the two other girls I was in charge of. They were lost, imersed in the smoke and loud sounds. They were crying, scared. I picked up the pacific islander girl, who was clinging close to me. The latina girl grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go of my body. She stuck close and we traveled into the halls, deep within the school.

I reached the gym, noticing that girl I was in charge of. She was walking in that dress, into the gym's smoke filled and flashing area. I could see fire, rafters falling along with lights and heavy equipment. I yelled out and cried out to her, asking her to come back and don't go in there. She walked in, through the glass doors, without hesitation. I screamed louder and louder, but she did not hear me. Finally, the firemen who found us pulled me back.

"STAY BACK!" they yelled to me. I tried to fight them, but they dragged me away, taking the two children. The children cried out to be in my arms, but the firemen assured me that they'd be taken to saftey. I watched in horror as I felt an explosion rupture from the gym, and the glass broke into shattering pieces. Light flashed and fire fumed out with smoke. The next thing I knew, a huge pool of splattering blood came flying out of the explosion, and it landed on me, on the glass that remained, and the walls around the area...

I remember crying, reaching out to something that wasn't there, and the firemen working to bring me under control and treat me for smoke inhalation.

Someone tell me ewhat the hell is going on...please...this is the second dream that has been very strange. This one was violent, strange and not to mention on my mind and it kept me from focusing all day...I almost told my mom about this but I refrained. If I have another dream like this...I swear I'm going to go mad....

-N.J.

- The Glory of Living In America - Episode 1: Anti-Muslim

Can a Muslim truly be pro-American? (Maybe. Depends on the definition of Pro-American)

The logic seems straightforward. I think all of us should be aware and interested in this information. (Why, yes...we should be aware and interested because people can lie and manipulate shit. 1984 and The Prince, anyone?)

The following question was presented to a panel of Islamic professors & U.S. military personel teaching & stationed in Saudi Arabia. (oh I bet...the internet is a wonderful resource tool of truth :D)

They're collective consensus was this:

Theologically - NO. Because his allegiance is to Allah, the moon god of Arabia. (Allah is God in Arabic. How does being Pro American have to do with this theology if this country is a place where anyone is free to practice their own religion.)

Religiously - NO. Because no other religion is accepted by his Allah except Islam (Quran, 2:256) (It should be Allah, not his Allah. Get your facts straight. Also, Muslims, also depending on how tolerant they are, will decide how other religions will be accepted. Most will accept other religions, such as Juadism and Christianity if they are living in an Islamic territory, as second class citizens, providing them with an acceptable amount of tolerance and fairness, and a limited number of rights. We also have a limited number of rights and a certain tolerance level for others...think about it.)

Scripturally - NO. Because his allegiance is to the five pillars of Islam and the Quran (Koran). (What the hell does this have to do with being Pro American? Seperation of Chruch and State, anyone?)

Geographically - NO. Because his allegiance is to Mecca, to which he turns in prayer five times a day. (Just because he is obedient to Mecca, the holy city and capital of Islam, doesn't mean anything really serious about being anti-american. He/she can be an American and believe like an American, whether he/she wants to remain islamic or not. Religion and Politics are two different things, and such creation involving the two creates...what you see in the world today)

Socially - NO. Because his allegiance to Islam forbids him to make friends with Christians or Jews. (The Jews and Christians are People of the Book. They all share similiar beliefs, and as I stated before, most muslims, the ones that aren't radical, will accept other people such as the two stated under a certain tolerance level.)

Politically - NO. Because he must submit to the mullah (spiritual leaders), who teach annihilation of Israel and destruction of America, the great Satan. (Radical Islam, anyone? True and Original Islam does not believe in such destruction. If it is not written, then how can you prove that this is true?)

Domestically - NO. Because he is instructed to marry four women and beat and scourge his wife when she disobeys him (Quran 4:34). (Actually, according to the Islamic Law, there are rules against Adultery. Links will be provided.)

Intellectually - NO. Because he cannot accept the American Constitution since it is based on Biblical principles and he believes the Bible to be corrupt. (Where's the evidence to this one?)

Philosophically - NO. Because Islam, Muhammad, and the Quran do not allow freedom of religion and _expression. Democracy and Islam cannot co-exist. Every Muslim government is either dictatorial or autocratic. (I'll provide a link to this one...I can't really comment on it)

Spiritually - NO. Because when we declare "one nation under God," the Christian's God is loving and kind, while Allah is NEVER referred to as heavenly father, nor is he ever called love in The Quran's 99 excellent names. (So? What does that mean? He/She can not be an American because they can't say four words? Give me a fucking break, man.)

Therefore after much study and deliberation.... perhaps we should be very suspicious of ALL MUSLIMS in this country. (why? ignorance is the domain of those who cannot accept that they're losing a battle they can't win.) How can they support & be a positive element of a country/nation that they are forbidden by their faith to believe in? (Radical islam...once again) Call it what you wish.... it's the truth & no ammount of dialogue or wishful thinking is going to change that. If this is untrue, why do you rarely, if ever, hear about Muslims denouncing the actions of Islamic extremists/jihadists? Because Muslims, (yes, even the nice ones you see at the grocery store) are forbidden by Islamic law to disagree. (Islamic Law only forbids the expression and speech of the prophet Mohammed. The controversy of the Political Danish Cartoon of Mohammed shows how sacred the prophet is to the religion. BLASPHAMEY!)

If you find yourself intellectually in agreement with the above statements, perhaps you will share this with your friends. (Now that I corrected it, yes, I will share my thoughts ^_^) The more who understand this, the better it will be for our country and our future. (YEARS OF SOCIAL, MENTAL AND INDIVIDUAL DESTRUCTION TO COME! YAY AMERICA! THANKS FOR KILLING US ALL! WE LOVE IT!)

Pass it on Fellow Americans. The is a religious war that is bigger than most know or understand. (Oh I will. Now that I exposed the errors :D)

Terrorists will not take over America.

If we work together as one, they will not tear us down.

If we all inform ourselves on a few things (such as George Orwell's 1984 and Machievelli's The Prince, we could learn a lot about the two sides here that are fighting.)

Radical Islam =/= Regular Islam. Plus Islam is divided into different sections and divisions.

America is not greater than Arabia. Get it through your heads.

Everything that is good is filled with a little bit of evil and everything that is evil is possibly good within. It's natural order.

Think about it...do you really believe this bullshit?

The greatest power anyone has is to think for themselves, and the power to decide what is best for them, not for the whole.

LINKS:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Islam - Basic Info on Islam

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sharia - Article on Sharia, the Islamic Law.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divisions_of_Islam - Divisions of Islam...self explanitory

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Islam_and_other_religions - Comparision of Islam and World Religions.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/People_of_the_Book - Islam and the related Faiths, known as People of the Book. Or at least...referenced as that.

Flame me, hate me, whatever. This is my opinion and I'm sticking to it. All the things I wrote are from my own fucking mouth, so therefore, don't say I'm copying someone else's ideas or that I'm sympathizing for muslims.

They're people too, you know. We're not so innocent ourselves.

-N.J.

Dreaming...

Alright.

As some of you know, Natalie (if you are really reading this Natalie, prepare to be shocked, and no, I'm not writing this because I'm lonesome, I'm writing this to find a way to explain thsi dream. I forgive you and I hope you understand I'm not a bad person.) was a girl I liked a lot, and now, I had a weird dream this morning about her while I was asleep.

So it starts off like this. After a lot of Halo 2 action...no really, there was some run and gun shit on this building that reminded me of the Mark Twain River Boat and then Downtown Pleasanton, I end up...at this clinic at the shape of a Supermarket. Well, it looks like a supermarket...that's for sure.

So I go in, noticing that the checkouts are...scanners for patients. so I pass through, and immediately given a ticket to goto the fourth section which dealt with the pregnancy stuff.

I go in, and well, it's still funny because it's all cramped together (the sectors). Now, inside the building, there's lots and lots of windows. The nurse, who happens to be my friend Wendy (also a coworker), is happy and takes me to someone familiar.

Here's where it gets weird like Terminator (AHLALWLW!)

The girl I'm taken to is Natalie. She's pregnant, and here's what's even weirder. She hates kids, and she told me she'd never give birth to one.

This is...truly a strange sequence. I walk over to her, and she's nice, friendly and very chipper about the baby. She even lets me sit down next to her, and I even get into the spirit. She seems like she has forgiven me, and right when she's about to tell me something important, Wendy interrupts us, but this time Wendy looks to be in a seriously upset mood. She immediately needs my help. So I go over, and in the next room, the doctor is waiting, a female, 50 yr. old doctor...nameless, and I can't remember her face. They shot me up with something, and drew a sample of something in the process, but I have no idea why. Then, they asked me to give a sample for a test...I assumed a DNA test to see if I was the father...

So, when I look for the restroom, I ask where it is. Outside the window and in the produce section, there's a closet...I thought it looked highly unsanitary.

From that point on, all I can remember is that they probably withdrew more blood, to the point where I lost my memory...for the dream.

I don't remember much after that.

Now I need your help...someone tell me what the hell this all means o_o;

-N.J.

Serenity

River Tam is my homie :D

Alright.

Random update.

My Halo Graphic Novel may be coming later on today...once the clock strikes midnight that is.

It's in the city and I don't see where the hell else it has to go.

Anywho, work is good. My managers see that I'm trying my best to do the best job I can, college starts after Labor Day, and I still have no plans on what to do for my birthday.

Also, I've begun to write more, especially with the influence from those Halo books. XD

Gah, anyways, I'm distracted by TV and an urge to get an XBox for some past time entertainment because an investment in a 360 doesn't seem like a great idea. I don't play very many games, and I selected at least 8 for the original X-Box and possibly, there might be a few more. Other than that, Halo 2, in my honest opinion is the reason alone to keep playing video games. The in game movies I saw remind me during the Covenant invasions on Earth of War of the Worlds meets Black Hawk Down.

Plus, multiplayer ^_^

Now I can play along with friends and pwnz0rz XD

Ah well, it's getting late and I haven't written but I need a break. Work hasn't been too bad. Like I said, I've earned the respect and trust of my managers finally. Also, I've noticed how fast my accuracy and timing are when I serve customers now.

Oh well. Another month, and I'm done. With a good experience under my belt, this should help me land a future job. Hopefully...this time...in retail.