I don’t normally blog twice in one day any more, but I had this absolutely wretched dream last night and it’s been weighing on me all day. I have no idea what it means or if it means anything at all. I’m lousy at interpretation, really. But I’ll write it down here and maybe I’ll stop thinking about it. I’m in the house upstairs. It’s night – the kids are in bed, mr myn is home. Maybe we’re sleeping. I just know it’s dark. And then this terrible noise comes screeching out of the sky and I know it’s an airplane. Not like a jetliner, but one of those little private type planes. But I know something’s wrong and it’s going to crash. A second or two later, it does and we go running to the windows. There’s wreckage everywhere and fire burning all through my yard and in the… Read more