Vesuvius (another past life?) and my problem

I had another crazy dream. This time, I saw Vesuvius erupt. I was in Pompeii, standing against the wall of someone's home with other people. We saw the smoke, and the lava was pouring out rapidly. I kept telling the people I was with that I loved them. They were my parents and my brother, and at the same time they were different people; people I've never seen before. They just stood there watching the falling ash and lava. It was scary and so real. The ash was covering us, but it was the lava that really was mesmerizing. I stood and watched with them. We didn't run. We all accepted it in the silence of our hearts that we were going to die. An insight into another past life? Nothing that happened that day had anything that would remind me of volcanoes or Pompeii or Vesuvius. I don't know...

My facialist has reason to believe that I have led multiple lives. She was massaging my face when I asked her if my freckles (or moles, I can't tell the difference--anyway they're dark spots on my face) reflect sun damage. I have a bunch of them scattered like a constellation all over my face and body, and they kind of worry me. They aren't raised or colored weird, they just worry me is all. She asked me some questions and deduced that I was pretty much okay as long as I keep wearing sunscreen. Then, she added, "You know, Thais believe that moles mean that you have lived another life." It's against the tenets of Catholicism, but I do believe in reincarnation and some aspects of Buddhism. I'm such a horrible Catholic. I'll dive into that in another post...

I asked her why I keep coming back here to Earth. All I really want is to be reunited with God. Earth is nice, and living is nice, but I want to be with God for all eternity where it's really nice. She said that I've been given another chance, to finish my unfinished business. I don't even know what that is! You can see how much this bugs me.

And that wasn't even the problem I was mentioning up there in the title. Ugh. I can't finish a damn thing I start. It's horrible, really. I tackle projects and never finish them. I haven't finished the film yet. And I just started a new one--the music video. I haven't finished reading 1984. I guess it's because I read it before and know what's going to happen, but still I'm not motivated to finish it. I haven't finished cleaning up the whole house. I'm doing it for Mom because she's always working. I want to leave the house looking nice, you know? I'm horrid.

New, added resolutions:
-- Kick ass. Along with the karate for this semestre, I just started jogging. I swear, each day that I start with excercise and some sort of cardio instantly becomes a good day. I'm never tired on those days; I'm instantly energetic. Not today though, Sunday is my day of rest. But I seriously want to be able to kick someone's ass physically. I want to be able to defend myself, like I mentioned in the Sing post. I read somewhere that Bruce Lee drank only milk and tea. I can do that. And so it begins...