Well. Let's see. Did I even type in this thing over the past year? Of course a dream about my good friend Joe triggered me to write in here. Not that I don't have great dreams about my man. I just haven't had any this weird about him. And, I thought it was time to start back up in here. Last night, I dreamt I lived in a two story house across the street from Joe. I looked out the window and saw a long haired Tim Dittman (an old schoolmate of mine.) running away from Joe's house. Come to find out, I found all these pictures of Tim and his family covered in mud trying to kill people with slugs. So, I thought that perhaps Tim was going to kill Joe! So all I remember was trying to go over to Joe's house, but Tim kept guarding it, and I was afraid I would die if I went over there. I was sure Joe was in there--killed by thousands of slugs. The End. Not a happy ending, but I couldn't control it! Sorry Joe..and to Tim, we all know you would never murder a flea!
