beam me up, hottie

I dreamed that the world was flooding. Some areas were wiped out by water and others by sand. People ran from all directions, fleeing the flood. RD had already escaped and was calling us from 'the other side.' He told his family and me to go up to the highest level of the Centre Point Tower, where he would rescue us. We got into the glass elevator and saw people drowning below us. The water, now turned into a speeding train, circled the tower and eventually crashed into it. Glass shattered and the lift exploded, throwing us into a deep pool—imagine falling into the ocean with dead bodies in it, like in the last scene of Titanic. All of a sudden, we were beamed up and landed in a room that looked like the Star Trek ship.

It was terrifying watching everyone trip over each other, trying to run away from the flood, and seeing people drown from the glass elevator. It looked and felt so real!

his smile

Smiles. Warm, genuine smiles.

Nothing beats the flash of pearly whites. It's like when a flashbulb from a camera brightens up a dark place before a photo is taken.

I haven't seen that smile in 5 days.

Another 16 days to go.