I've been having alot of war dreams lately and strangely, they all involve my dad. Last night's wasn't quite a war dream...guerrilla warfare maybe. I was hanging out with my dad in the front yard of some house I've never seen when a bunch of men in black masks run up and start to attack the other people in the yard.

My dad grabs my hand and we run to the back yard. It was so scary and felt so real. I was crying and my dad was telling me to be quiet so I don't give up our location. He pointed to a tree and mouthed the words "climb it." So I climbed that tree faster than I've climbed a tree before and he followed.

We sat in the tree and gave eachother shrugs and sad looks until I woke up.