I was glad to wake this morning. My dream was that I was fighting with an old high school classmate. He wanted me to give him some information that either I didn't know or wasn't giving up, I'm not sure which it was. In the dream he got mad and called me an awful name. Funny, he's usually a very mild, soft spoken man that laughs a lot. Go figure!
Maybe it was because I ran into him at the grade school Veterans Day celebration and thought, "Man he looks old!"
He was one of the best looking guys in the entire school and now he strongly resembles a gargoyle.
Don't let it bother you, dreams are just our brains running wild. :lol: :lol: :lol: