Drinking Dreams
I had a different blog written for this week and then I had a change of heart. Two things happened this morning that made me change my mind: I woke up. My daughter texted me. I woke up early, in a sweat. I was frantically trying to recover from a nightmare. I don’t have them often, but when I do these are the kind I hate. The kind of dream that isn’t real, but it could be. This nightmare could happen in real life. Not like the kind that are horrific but they end with an alie