I had the wierdest dream the other night. I was sitting with my father while he was telling a strange story about being attacked. All of a sudden, this man entered the room and attacked him. I tried to help him but I could not move. I tried to scream for help, but no one would help. We were the only two people, and he was slowly dying. The man then rounded on me. He looked me strait in the eye and started to laugh this horrible laugh. That is when I awoke with a start. I was so afraid. I was not sure what to do, what to believe.
The snow is so pretty in the morning. Sometimes I just wish its tranquility could last forever.