I went to bed last night and Wilma was a category 1 hurricane, I woke up and it’s a category 5 with the possiblilty of setting the record for lowest barometric pressure! But the eye is only 2-4 miles across, I guess that’s small. The latest reports say that Wilma shouldn’t be able to maintain strength and should weaken as it picks up forward motion.
That’s your report from your weatherman Mark.
I snooze buttoned it a lot this morning, hence my lateness this morning. I have a feeling my breakfast place will be closed, because they can use a mere category 5 hurricane as an excuse.
Night before last, I had a dream, and in that dream, I got killed. I thought you could never die in a dream and this was the first time I ever recall actuallly getting killed in a dream. There was this monster, it was a dead little girl, she was about 4 feet tall and her arms were about 6 feet long and her hands were huge. She was trying to get me like two people chasing each other around a table, except there was no table. Then finally she got me and she had my head in her hands. She said “I’m so glad I finally got you!” and I could see her face and she looked like she had been dead a long time and dug herself up out of her grave. Then I could feel myself die, starting with my head where she was touhing me and then I could feel my body turn to liquid and fall into the ground.
Then I woke up and got out of bed. It wasn’t really traumatic, because I knew it was a dream, even while I was dreaming. But I thought you couldn’t die in a dream…