I had a dream the other night and thought I’d share it so I could put something else under the “dream” category.
Justin and I had just moved into this little house and there was a big river above our house (up hill). Well it started to run over and headed towards our house and I was trying to pack everything I could in wal mart bags while Justin just stood there. I kept yelling for him to hurry and help while the water was rushing at the house. He told me to just relax and we’d move out in the morning. I couldn’t get him to understand that we didn’t have that long. I was so tired from just unpacking everything and then having to gather it all up again in little bags. Weird huh?
