dreams

The last few nights I've been having a recurring dream. But it's not the same every night. Every night picks up where the previous night ended. The main part of the dream is my brother, my mom, and I are on the run from the law. Specifically from the FBI. We're accused of terrorism--I think domestic. In last night's dream, Nate was checking the internet and saw that we were being asked to turn ourselves in for questioning. We decided we'd been on the run long enough, so we made our way to downtown Des Moines--because that's where the FBI is in Erika's dream world. When we got there, we had to sit in chairs in front of a big lecture hall, where the US House of Representatives met. There were more than 3 chairs up there. I was amazed to see my Grandma, Uncle Bill, Aunt Penny, Uncle Joe, and Aunt Lesa up there too. Apparently all of us were wanted for terrorism. My 81 year old grandmother. A terrorist. And that's where that one ended. So we'll see when the next installment of the Rannebarger Terrorists comes.