Monday, August 16, 2010
Dream: Sunday, August 15th
It was Christmastime. There were twinkle lights of red and green artfully hung in a kitchen with an island. I was in the kitchen. There was a living room attached. There were people of all ages in the living room. Kay was in the basement. The people were all there to celebrate being veterans. They were going to do some physical tests, and Kay was sad reminiscing about his wartime. I went to the basement to see how he was doing. He was quietly looking at his feet. I told him one day he wouldn't feel this way anymore. I went upstairs to make him an omelette, and the eggs were bloody. I tried to get it out, but it was everywhere.