The dream.

Last night I had a bad dream. Most of it was ok (like me playing softball for my dad and he put me in left field and I gave him a weird look, finding out that my brother was now my softball team's recruiter for that particular college, having my car stolen but I found it).

However, the very end of my dream was not ok. I had been on the phone with a 911 emergency woman talking about the car theft when she asked me a question to which I didn't know the answer. I called for Jake to ask him, but he was driving a car with 3 passengers and only slowed the car a bit before giving up because he couldn't hear me. All of a sudden I saw him speed up a ridiculous amount and I realized he was trying to beat a train that he hadn't noticed before when he was trying to hear my question. As he passed by I immediately started bawling thinking that I had just seen my husband mauled to death.

When I woke up I was crying and I woke Jake up to have him prove that he wasn't dead. I also called my dad to make sure he hadn't really been hijacked since he had been in my dream.

I don't really know what triggered this dream, but it's in dreams like this one that I remember absolutely how much I love my family. The counselor in me also knows that I should pay attention to the emotions I have and the things I think about when I wake up from a dream, because usually that it related or triggered my dream. When I woke up, I had a flashback to Joel and Pam's accident. I want all of Jake's family to know how much I love you guys. You mean more to me than you know!

And Mark and Lisa, happy anniversary! I'm really glad that you fell in love. :)