So Phil has come and gone...again...most people have missed him...but that's ok, I get to keep him all to myself...he'll be back Saturday before he leaves again...just my luck, I get used to having him around and he leaves...Rachel, I need to talk to you! I called you today, but you weren't home...I almost cried..ask Phil...
Anyway, since everyone's posting about dreams, I'll add mine to the list...it was weird...I think it wins the weird award...I dreamed that we were at my house, except my house was out in the middle of nowhere situated on a cliff...anyway, there was a war going on...an old style war...tanks and rifles and so forth..none of this "smart bomb" stuff...anyway, my dad came up to me and said that we had to pack just a little of our stuff and leave...I asked him why and he said that there were Nazis buried in the wall of our house and that he had to blow it up with a tank...I was so mad at him! I was yelling at him and crying and asking him why we had to blow up the house because of some "stupid dead soldiers". I wanted to take my stuff with me and he told me I couldn't...kinda makes me think of God...He's my Father and says I can't take all this crap with me later...although I don't think God is gonna blow up my house because there are dead Nazis in the walls...