I don’t normally remember my dreams. Even if I did, I wouldn’t normally share them. But the nightmare I had last night is still kinda freaking me out.

I dreamed that two huge balls of fire hit the moon. Me and my boys, Pat included, were outside and so we saw it happen. The first thing we noticed was the moon was left misshapen. Then we noticed it steadily coming closer and closer. As if the impact had pushed it closer to earth and the gravitational pull was pulling it in. As it got too close I had just enough time to pull Luke closer to me, Pat pulled in Thomas, and then I screamed “I love you Pat. I love you Thomas. I love you Luke.” as the moon hit. Next thing you know I could literally feel heat and the shock waves in my sleep.

Then I woke up.