Well, a lot has happened in the last 8 months since I last wrote.  I guess most notably is the fact that we found a new house and moved to Jenks from Broken Arrow in August.  I'm now a "Jenkonian"(?).  We live near the Jones Riverside Airport in a fairly new neighborhood.  We love hearing the small prop planes fly overhead.  The buzzing they make is kinda soothing.

Of course, moving is a hassle, but it sure is nice when you have it all finished.  Isn't it wonderful that our final move will already be prepared for us to move in to and enjoy!?!?  Prepared by the Master Himself!

Had a weird dream the other night.  A couple of guys that appeared to be friends of me in my dream, asked me and another guy to go on a business trip with them.  Not sure how we knew the guys.  When we arrived at the destination, I found out they were Masons.  The meeting was solely to get us to join the Masons.  After a long time of trying to persuade us, they finally realized that we were not going to join.  So, they told us they would fly us back home.

As we were boarding the plane, we noticed that all the others boarding were the Masons from the conference.  They all had duffle bags, but we didn't since it was not an overnight trip.  As we were lifting to the cruising altitude, we heard two shots fired in the cockpit!  The door swung open and two Masons stepped out.  The pilots were slumped over in the cockpit... presumably dead!  All the Masons on board the plane (in other words... EVERYBODY else) jumped up, opened their duffle bags, and began jumping out of the plane while attaching parachutes to their backs.

The last one out of the plane was one of the men that had asked us on the trip to begin with.  Before exiting, he turned, smiled at us and stepped out into the blue.  For a few more minutes, the plane seemed to just glide.  But now, it was beginning to slow down and gradually tilt forward.  The sky diving Masons could no longer be seen.

We began to lose our footing and started to slide in the direction of the cockpit!  It took no time at all for the plane to become completely vertical.  With all the loose articles in the cabin beginning to fall into our direction, instinctively, I moved to the cockpit door and fell into the cockpit where the lifeless bodies of the pilots were still strapped in.  I had fallen onto the front window of the cockpit onto my back.  I couldn't look at the pilots any longer.  However, at that moment, I believed they were the fortunate ones!  I rolled over onto my stomach and now I could see it... the ground... rushing toward me... oh... OH...

OK... so ANOTHER dream.  Again, it was a couple out to get me.  This was a short one.

I was out in the country, walking along a gravel road at night.  This pack of dogs were following close behind.  When I realized they were there, they took out after me!

I reached my car, but only had time to jump on the hood!  The dogs reach the car at almost the same instant I did.  The whole pack, however, just sat down around the car... all but two of them.  These two began to jump on to the hood, baring their teeth and trying to reach me!  I was kicking at them... knocking them off the car.  They never tired, however.  They kept coming at me while the others just sat and observed.  I was beginning to give out, though...