Sunday 10 August 2003

It's not quite 7am and I was awaken this morning by a very strange dream. I'm not sure if it was through war or a change in government but there was a persecution of sorts going on. I was one of seven people in hiding, though none of the people I was with did I actually know in real-life. There were four women and two other men and we lived in an old four-story hotel building. We changed rooms from time to time to keep from being found and booby-trap other rooms in the case they were being searched. Over radios we would speak to each other in code until our identities could actually be verified.

My vacation is over today. What a weird way to start the day. Still, I had a wonderful week with my family. Mom, Kevin, Shelly, Lori, and Tony took good care of Catherine and me. We had nice meals together, saw the tall ships tour when it hit Kenosha, saw a concert in the park Friday night, and after barbecuing and a water balloon fight, settled in watching a nice bonfire last night. I beleived Cathy was sensing our time together was growing short and spent a good deal of time cuddling with me the last couple days... sitting on my back, asking for piggyback rides, asking me to brush the tangles out of her hair... any excuse to sit close to me. It's nice to be loved, and everyone in my family does love me.

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