Foundation

I had a dream a couple of weeks ago that I forgot to post. And since you all love my ranting, I suppose I'll bless you with another long-winded post.

I dreamed that there was a storm at our Bataan home. I guess I was visiting after being gone a long time, and the house had fallen into a bit of disrepair. It wasn't falling down, but the seals around the doors and windows needed recaulking, and dust/grime was starting to cover some of the walls. The storm was picking up in intensity, requiring everyone to go into the basement. I helped 'batten down the hatches'--locking the doors/windows and such--and then I went downstairs for cover as well. Everyone was huddling securely near the fridge by the storage closet, but I guess I was late, and had to just lay where the furnace was...except, there was no furnace. The basement was cluttered with remnants of what used to be there, and the furnace/air conditioning was gone, leaving exposed gas/plumbing pipes and stray wires. I laid down and took hold of the pipes protruding from the concrete. I looked over and dad was laying close by, holding to the same pipes. He smiled at me an "I'm proud of you" smile, and we understood that each other was holding to the only thing stable among all the loose clutter. --pipes cemented into the foundation.

Then we looked over to the rest of you and just laughed. Just kidding. The dream was over, but I new everyone was safe. Just...someone was going to have to bust out the Kirby.

-Chris