First Blog #4

Once when I was about seven years old I had a very odd dream. I was in a war with my brother and my youth leader from church. We were taking cover under a rock that seemed to be floating in air. Ms. Becky was the one with the gun. She told Treah and I that she didn't want us to shoot anyone, so she would take that duty. Ms. Becky was between Treah and I, while we hung onto her trying to not die. We were so scared we were all crying.  Somehow none of the bullets that were shot hit us. Even with the rock floating in the air, no bullet even came near us. Ms. Becky was so proud of us that we were strong enough to go to war that she congratulated us with cupcakes when we got back home.