I dreamed Wayne was gone, on a fishing trip, I guess. I noticed we were almost out of towels so I went to wash laundry having forgot I had started laundry sometime before. Opening the lid the washer had water in it so I tossed in a couple of cloths and started it up again. The day was super gray, like steel. The air was chilly. I walked down blue carpeted stairs to a basement den and then back up again to go outside. Rainy and Michael were there and Sky was home so the four of us were outside in our driveway where we now live but the house wasn't the one I live in now, but there we were in the driveway with the dogs running around when all these military planes came flying overhead. Hundreds of them!! We waved and I threw the peace sign. They just kept coming. Then I saw FB posts, they were hazing posts, all the same, wishing our fighting people a safe return! Then I looked to the sky again because the sound had changed. A plane in distress! We heard it falling from the sky! Heard the impact of hitting down in the trees behind our house. The sound! The earth seemed to shudder. All this smoke billowed up, little explosions going off. We began to run to the door afraid of toxic fumes and needing to call 911. Inside with the dogs in tow. I called for help as more planes flew overhead. I was so happy to wake up. Oh my gosh. That was a terrible dream. But it's over now and soon I'll run some errands but you can bet your butt I'll run my errands with gratitude that that was only a terrible dream.
Have a beautiful day and meet me back here tomorrow. Peace & hugs 
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