Oh my word, you guys. I have had very weird dreams the last week or so. Well, I guess I have weird dreams every week. Anyway. The other night I dreamt that me, Becky and Katie were all getting married on the same day. Becky, you got married first, then Katie, and then me. Same church, same crowd, just one wedding after the other. Anyhow, it was almost time for my wedding and I realized that I'd left my wedding dress in another state! I was upset because now everyone would just end up going home and I couldn't get married. It was okay in the end though, because I didn't even know the guy I was marrying and so I was relieved that I didn't have to go through with it.
The dream I had last night was more bizarre. I dreamt I was deep in the Vietnamese jungle, and that I was trying to blow up a train track in order to escape and get back to my family. So I took some Seroquel and supposedly that did the job. I escaped with some high-up official of the Vietnamese government who was on our side and two feet tall (we were washed to safety on a water slide). Along the way I found an Iranian baby who was about to die and so I adopted him. Turned out he just needed a hug and a diaper change, and then he was fine. I think there was more but that's what I remember. Thanks for reading!