I have the strangest dreams. Normally, and I haven't had one of these in over 10 years, I am being chased by the Nazis, and I'm chasing a blue ball of light. They're not scary, I'm never in fear of my life or anything like that. Last night was crazy different though.
Last night, or should I say this morning, I dreamt that I was in the book Left Behind. And that Luke was taken away from me. And we all know what happened then. It bothers me a lot. I even called Charlie at work, because I couldn't brush it off and out of my mind. Stuff like this is why I stopped taking Vicodin after surgery a few years ago even when I still needed it. It just freaks me the heck out.
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