My goodness...I had dreams all last night of torpedoes and big bombs landing outside our house. I was married and my husband and kids and I kept running from room to room and hiding under tables to get away from the bombs. It was really scary. I could see the bombs in my dreams tunneling into the ground outside my living room. It just played over and over. We never exploded, but the bombs kept coming and burying themselves into the ground. It was like an awful record skipping.

Anyway, I hardly ever dream anymore. I can't believe I dreamed last night. The last time I dreamed it was really horrible too. I was in Wales.

Reflection: Yet another reason why I shouldn't be "Reading Lolita in Tehran" because then I end up dreaming that I am in Tehran during the Iran/Iraq war. But, on the bright side, Amy's bachelorette party is shaping up wonderfully and today I'm dragging my siblings along with me hiking! Oh happy day!

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