Grasshopper Bride

I know and love a girl who looks at the faces of drivers of the cars on the road around her in hopes that someday she will be able to recognize strangers just from passing them on the road. Isn't that unique? I often just think of cars as cars and sort of forget they have people inside them.

She also deletes photos that aren't good instead of saving them just because she took them (like I tend to do).

I had a dream where there were dilapidated houses along railroad tracks that were suspended in thin air. The train never stopped and it was your responsibility to jump off when it was time. The bridges from the platform to the houses were sagging and decaying and I held on for too long, unsure of where to get off.

I ended up in the land where all the people end up who don't get off the train at the correct time.

There was a guide to meet me and show me around to the various villages in which people settle. They choose and are trapped there until they die. Some were better than others, each with a different estimated lifespan. The communities were separated by well-manicured rolling green hills.

We reached some sort of paradise apartment complex and I moved forward to look closer but the guide called out, "stop! The grasshopper wall!" I look and my eyes are opened. In front of me is a wall of chirping grasshoppers surrounding the complex. Whoever tried to reach the paradise has had to face the giant insects and apparently no one has made it through.

Fear was struck into my heart.

That was the end of this dystopic dream.

There was some part before the train about a dilapidated wood city and me riding through its alleyways and up and down steps (and fire escapes) with my yellow helmet, chasing or being chased, being warned by friends, and opening a secret note.

There will be a costume contest at my school on Halloween. I suppose most people will expect me to paint my face, since I'm the face-painter in the bunch, but I don't want to be expectable. I also have no super-duper ideas. I told mom yesterday  I would wear the wedding dress I got at goodwill for 20 bucks and just go with it and she said,

"Why don't you wear my veil too?"

Mommy! You would let me do that?

As she put it on me, I thought ahead to my own real wedding and how hopefully there will be a little more sentimentality than there was yesterday.

And I thought about how I'll wear white and it won't just be because brides wear white in western culture.

And it might even mean more to me now that I have turned from the ways of the world than if I had followed God without slipping up.

I still don't know what to do with my hair to make it bride-y.

And I also have to pray that I'm not doing a color service on anyone that day since I tend to be a little splattery and I'll be wearing white.