Indeed I was glad to wake up this morning. The dogs had to go do their business early and I am glad they chose me to let them out because it forced me to wake up out of a horrible dream.
I was dreaming of turmoil and death. My family and I were caught up in a giant storm which included winds, rains and things flying around in a bizarre fashion. It was a very dramatic and real dream. Of course, we were helpless to Mother Nature which I liken to today and the events that will unfold.
Dreams are a strange thing. I dream, literally, every night. If I were to take the time to write my dreams down every morning there is no telling what that writing would offer. I have been this way as long as I can remember. Many times I wish I would not dream and get a better night's sleep.
I was able to go back to sleep for a bit and did not pick the dream back up. That happens sometimes also. Sometimes it is good and sometimes it is not. Dreams are such a strange thing. The mind itself is very strange. It gives me food for thought.