So I had this really disturbing…

…dream that I had gone to visit a very old friend in a little town we used to live in when I was a kid. In reality she is in her 90's now, but still very much kicking.

There were a lot of things going on in her home.  She was expecting one of her sons for supper and she was already prepping all kinds of food she would begin cooking later in the afternoon. While I did my best to help, I really felt in her way.  She is a wonder in her own kitchen.

After we went outside to look over the garden and chatted about when I was a kid and my family lived next door.

Soon we were in her car and on the road to visit her church community center.  And this is where things began to go terribly wrong.

As we were arriving the church leader was taking a phone call.  He hung up in a frazzled manner and walked down a hallway muttering and shaking his head.

I followed Mrs. R to a room where we discovered a little girl, whimpering, her clothing on the floor all around her.  Upon seeing a large mirror in the wall, I checked out the room next door, and discovered a middle aged and faceless man, manning a camera with one hand in his pants.

He starts yelling at me to get out and such, but it was too late, other pholks had happened upon the situation and word spread quickly through the community and to the church leader.

A great lot of people followed the leader to a meadow that ended at a cliff, and the church leader began helping people over the edge. I started back to find Mrs. R, trying to convince people all along the way to please turn around.  A group of young boys appeared with a massive tank gun and began firing into the crowd at any and all who were tryng to get away from the cliff.

I found Mrs. R in a pew and convinced her that we had to stop all of this, call the police, get help, etc.

Mrs. R began roaming in the center, stopping and speaking to anyone who would listen.  Soon she and group were heading towards the entrance.  There was a strange noise and white gray rocks began to pour into the entrance.

Mrs. R and I backed away to find another way out, but the rocks were coming in from every where and the horribly strong scent of amonia began to stifle all the breathable air.

A wall of rocks was everywhere and we were trapped — untill I was awakened by Sterling's morning yelps.  It was time to get up!  Sterling was hungry and wanting to go outside.

I  open the back door to let the dogs out, but it is pouring rain.  Lily goes through the door straight away.  Weather does not keep her from her precious outside.  The Minikins heads for her crate and Sterling hangs by my side.

Sterling does go out once she's finished her breakfast, and I've already checked the weather forcast and called my older brother — I'll not be driving to our Father's house today.

No way. 

Not in this rain, that will be all along our way according to the weather channel. And especially the way that horrible dream left me feeling this morning.