Buckle in, this one was a doozy...

I dreamed of standing between children and people holding guns.  When the music begins, I couldn't tell you the song, artist, or words.  I can tell you that the guns began firing and I began dancing.  I danced between the children and the bullets, taking every hit, and never stopping until the end of the song.

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Last night, I had a wonderful dream.  And instead of getting weaker throughout my day, the image has only gotten stronger ( Read more... )