"I have a dream..."

At last! My subconcious has provided me with a dream decent and interesting enough for public consumption. Well, I suppose you will have to judge if it really is that interesting--it was to me.

I was in a house I have never been to before, and apparently this house was ours. I can remember a great deal of the layout--in fact I drew the floor plan on graph paper this morning. There was a hall-way with two doors on one wall. These were Anna's bedroom door and my own bedroom door. (Yes my own room at long last!) My mom, Anna, Mark, and myself lived in this house, which had a large kitchen by the way. I remember all of us saying that when Nathan came home it would be such fun showing him our new house--and what a shock to him it would be! Ben was there with Kylee. I remember that she had run off somewhere into the kitchen I think, and Ben had asked me where she was. I couldn't locate her for some time because the sound of her voice seemed to be coming from several different places. But in the end, there she was in the kitchen, playing on the floor while Mom was cooking dinner on the stove. I remember being quite annoyed because as usual my room was a huge mess and Anna's stuff was taking up my space.

If you're still reading, then you must have nothing else to do--for anybody besides myself it must seem rather dull. Oh well--perhaps someday my dream maker will crank out something thrilling for you. Till then, you shall have to be content with my agravating and unceasingly dull periodicals.